Soon, Ying Yu's series of operations in Shangshu Mansion spread throughout Xianyang City, causing a sensation among the people in the city.

"Did you hear that Mr. Feng had a sudden illness? He originally thought he had stepped into the gate of hell, but he was unexpectedly rescued by His Highness the Crown Prince."

"His Royal Highness is a god who descended to earth. Isn't it surprising that he has the ability to bring the dead back to life?"

"His Royal Highness has built so many medical clinics, and I don't even know how many people have been saved."

"This time is different. Prime Minister Feng's condition is that he had a tumor in his stomach. It is said that he survived after His Highness the Crown Prince disemboweled him and took it out."

"Eviscerated? Real or fake?"

"Of course it is true. This is what Divine Doctor Xia said personally. He was with His Highness the Crown Prince at the time. How could it be false if he saw it with his own eyes?"

"It is said that from now on, our doctors in Great Qin will all learn this method of disembowelling, and they will also study the internal structure of the human body. Even if there is a problem with the internal organs in the future, it may not be impossible to cure it."

“Especially the colic and stomach pain that had to be left to die, can actually be treated!”

"This is so amazing!"

The people started talking one after another.

Although this kind of abdominal opening treatment method was unprecedented, many people were skeptical when they heard it. However, when they learned that Ying Yu performed the surgery himself and saved Feng Quji, who was already on the verge of death, they immediately

Dispelled the idea of ​​doubt.

Today, Ying Yu is a god-like existence in Da Qin.

The people have subconsciously believed that whatever His Highness the Crown Prince Ying Yu does must be correct.

What's more, this is indeed a person snatched back from ghosts and gods.

In such a good life, who doesn’t want to live a few more years?

The resolution on using death row prisoners and foreign patients for surgical experiments was quickly passed in court.

The Great Qin Dynasty was not a stubborn Confucian school that was dominated by later generations and was corrupted. The officials' ability to accept new things was relatively strong.

After witnessing with their own eyes Ying Yu's surgery to save Feng Quji, officials recognized the miraculous effect of this new surgery.

Under such circumstances, cultivating a group of qualified surgeons has become a top priority.

Such surgery is bound to involve considerable risks.

If you want to improve the level of Da Qin's doctors, you must exercise more. You must use death row prisoners to conduct dissections and study the detailed structure of the human body in order to perform surgeries accurately.

Although it sounds cruel, many officials also have misgivings.

But now that Ying Yu has the prestige of being true to his words in the court, they don't dare to stand up and question him.

Moreover, no one can guarantee that they or their relatives and friends will not encounter illness in the future.

Under such circumstances, sacrificing a group of death row prisoners and aliens in exchange for the improvement of Da Qin's medical skills was naturally the best choice.

And Ying Yu also gained the name of a medical sage and was universally respected by the people of Qin.

...

“Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, it’s already August!”

Although the system sounded the reminder to send out mooncakes, Ying Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"Eaaah!"

The little Xiner in her arms waved her little hands randomly, expressing serious dissatisfaction with being ignored.

"You little guy, you are really clingy!"

Ying Yu patted his little daughter's face lovingly and said.

Xiao Xin'er blinked her big bright eyes, with a sweet smile on her face.

"Yes, it seems that you have been well nourished recently, and you little guy has gained a lot of weight."

"It's a pity that you are too young to eat mooncakes."

Like every year, as the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the system delivers tens of thousands of catties of mooncakes.

Xian Yingyu's system space is filled with mooncakes.

"By the way, Da Qin currently does not have the custom of celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival on a large scale, but it can be promoted."

Ying Yu, who was worrying about what to do with these mooncakes, suddenly felt his eyes light up.

As a hard-working worker in later generations, what Ying Yu is most looking forward to is undoubtedly the Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day holiday.

As a hard-working single, going home every year is actually a punishment.

The only time you can really take a breather is during the Mid-Autumn Festival Golden Week.

It's just that although the Mid-Autumn Festival has a long history and has been popular since the birth of the twenty-four solar terms, it really flourished after the Han and Tang Dynasties.

In today's Qin Dynasty, the more solemn festival is the Moon Worship Festival, and it is also on the autumnal equinox, not the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The content of the activity is relatively simple, that is, offering sacrifices to the Moon God and praying for a good harvest.

For Ying Yu, it’s not something he’s used to without the Mid-Autumn Festival.

And adding one more festival actually has a lot of benefits for the entire Daqin.

After all, today's Great Qin is far more prosperous than in the past, and the people are starting to live and work in peace and contentment step by step, and they are gradually starting to have some spare money in their hands.

It's just that people are busy with work on weekdays, and except for big cities such as Xianyang City, curfews are still maintained in small places. The real consumption boom is still concentrated during holidays.

Having one more Mid-Autumn Festival will not only give people another festive day to reunite, but it can also bring in a lot more consumption.

Moreover, the Qin New Year is just over a month after the Mid-Autumn Festival, which can keep the festive atmosphere going.

What's more, it is not difficult for today's Ying Yu to give Da Qin one more holiday.

Directly adapting the legend of the moon god in later generations, he said that he had a dream, dreaming that his lovely little daughter was the moon god descending to earth. As long as he admires the moon and worships the moon god during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and eats round moon cakes, he can get it.

Just the blessing of the moon god will do.

Not only can the people of Daqin have one more festival to celebrate and reunite, driving consumption, but it can also be connected with their own little daughter, so that the little girl can receive the blessings of all the people of Daqin and become a symbol of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Since becoming a father, Ying Yu has become more and more doting on his little daughter, and he is completely a daughter-in-law.

Moreover, Xiao Mei is about to give birth soon, and the house will be even more lively by then.

"Little guy, from now on you will be my Mid-Autumn Festival messenger of Great Qin!"

"Don't be so naughty anymore, you'll make your mother tired."

"You have to study hard with your unborn sister, you know!"

"Okay, it's okay if you don't like sitting here. Father will take you out to play, and by the way, go to the palace and say hello to your imperial grandfather together!"

Looking at Xiao Xin'er who was stuffing the paper into her mouth, Ying Yu had a look of endearment on her face.

This little girl is a total troublemaker, very naughty.

Fortunately, the little guy in Xiao Mei's belly should be relatively quiet.

Otherwise, as a father, Ying Yu would have to take care of two noisy little guys at the same time, which would be very difficult.

But no matter how you mess around, it's always a happy mess.
Chapter completed!