"If this could allow women suffering difficult labor to give birth smoothly, keeping both mother and child safe, then naturally this method-"
"No!"
Zi Shou waved a hand, cutting Qian Bao off. "No. We must observe for a while longer and learn from experience."
He had figured it out: the Three Xiao Sisters had all come to sponge up merit. Cesarean sections probably earned merit. Mortals did not know that; they merely assumed no one could survive having their belly cut open. Immortals, however, had calculated it all down to the last detail.
But that did not matter. Even if the Three Xiao Sisters personally intervened, could they guarantee a hundred percent success rate for cesarean sections?
Even if they used spells or refined magic treasures, they could not look after everyone under heaven.
Qian Bao had more or less reached the limits of what this era could achieve. Though Zi Shou wondered why he knew surgery as well, he could not help admiring him.
Fortunately, he had chosen medicine this time. Taking a knife to someone was a sensitive business; one mistake and people would start making trouble. Otherwise, he would end up hearing another round of "His Majesty is wise!"
As long as there were failures, there would be medical disputes. Then there would be blame to shoulder, and foolishness value to earn.
And judging by these past three days, ordinary people undergoing cesarean sections had only a one-in-ten chance of survival.
Even so, he could not let the Three Xiao Sisters sponge up merit just like that. The three had fixed their eyes on Huang Tianxiang the moment they arrived, ignoring Lady Jia entirely. It left Zi Shou thoroughly displeased.
Zhao Gongming had been allowed to sponge up merit because Zi Shou happened to need weights and