Feng Qingchen could clearly see Xiling Tianlei's doubts, and secretly became more defensive in her heart. She was sure that this man knew a lot about her.
Feng Qingchen pretended not to know and calmly took out an anesthetic from the operating table.
"What is this?" Xiling Tianlei was a little wary.
If the injury was not too serious, he would never come to Feng Qingchen.
"Ma Fei San." Feng Qingchen looked businesslike, and his whole person exuded a sense of competence that was not found in women of this era.
"Young master, I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know who you are. As for the grudge between you and that other person, I'm not interested in taking care of it. I'm just a doctor, a very ordinary doctor.
Since you have chosen to come to me, please believe me and my ethics and principles as a doctor. Don’t say we don’t have any grudges. Even if there is grudges between us, as long as you lie here, I will try my best to treat you.
This is my principle as a doctor, Feng Qingchen."
Under Xiling Tianlei's gaze, Feng Qingchen injected the anesthetic into Xiling Tianlei's body as he spoke.
Xiling Tianlei struggled for a while, but when he saw the clarity and calmness in Feng Qingchen's eyes, he relaxed.
"Feng Qingchen, I trust you, don't betray my trust."
"You're not worthy yet." Feng Qingchen said disdainfully.
After the anesthesia took effect, Feng Qingchen opened the smart medical bag and checked Xiling Tianlei.
The lung lobes were injured and there was excessive blood loss. This was definitely a major operation and the patient urgently needed a blood transfusion.
After Feng Qingchen checked Xiling Tianlei, he found that he had type B blood. He took out the unused type O blood last time and gave Xiling Tianlei a blood transfusion. At the same time, he pulled the operating table and arranged the instruments one by one.
Seeing Xiling Tianlei lying flat on the operating table, Feng Qingchen's mind flashed to Lan Jiuqing lying in the secret room and her squatting on the ground to treat his wounds.
Patting his head, Feng Qingchen cleared out the messy thoughts in his mind. After the anesthesia took effect, Feng Qingchen gathered his thoughts and concentrated on treating Xiling Tianlei's wounds.
Although Xiling Tianlei injured his lungs, it was not as serious as Lan Jiuqing's last injury. Xiling Tianlei was only scratched by the sword, otherwise he would not have been able to last so long.
Feng Qingchen concentrated on cleaning Xiling Tianlei's wounds, applying medicine, and suturing them, but didn't notice that Xiling Tianlei woke up midway.
Every one of the royal children has been fed poison to grow up. Not to mention narcotics, even ordinary poisons cannot do anything to them.
The moment Xiling Tianlei woke up, his whole body was cold. His first reaction was to kill Feng Qingchen, but he found that he could not move.
Then, Feng Qingchen's actions almost made Xiling Tianlei dare not blink.
Feng Qingchen took different knives and stabbed him back and forth, but for some reason, he never thought that Feng Qingchen wanted to kill her.
Because Feng Qingchen, who is holding the sword, has a holy light on his body.
The knife in her hand didn't seem to be a murder weapon.
Facts have proved that Xiling Tianlei was right...
Unfortunately, Xiling Tianlei did not persist until the end. With his weak body and his trust in Feng Qingchen, he gradually passed out even if the anesthetic did not take effect.
He did not see Feng Qingchen give him subsequent infusions and medicines, nor did he notice that there was a bag of bright red blood on his left hand flowing into his body.
So for a long time, Xiling Tianlei thought that Feng Qingchen treated people by taking a knife, cutting around on the body, and finally sewing the wounds together like sewing clothes.
After treating Xiling Tianlei's wounds, it was already dawn. Feng Qingchen yawned tiredly and took off his surgical clothes.
It seems that her health is getting worse and worse, and she can no longer hold up after staying up all night. It seems that she needs to exercise well.
After cleaning up the operating room, Feng Qingchen picked up anti-inflammatory and painkillers and pushed Xiling Tianlei out.
Once the wound is treated, all you need to do is take care of it later. If you want to treat the root cause, Chinese medicine is better.
There was no accident, Xiling Yaohua had been waiting outside the operating room.
Feng Qingchen was very tired and was not in the mood to play with the little girl. After pushing Xiling Tianlei out, he ignored Xiling Yaohua's cold eyes and handed the medicine in his hand to Xifu Yaohua: "He's fine. The white box is given three times a day.
, two pills at a time. The other kind, one pill at a time, once a day. Okay, you can take the person away."
Feng Qingchen had no intention of keeping Xiling Tianlei at all.
"Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with my elder brother?" Xiling Yaohua had a dark face, like a female murderer.
"He fainted from the pain and will wake up soon. You'd better find two big men to carry him to prevent his wound from opening." Feng Qingchen yawned again, with a sleepy look on his face.
"Impossible, my eldest brother will never pass out from pain." Xiling Yaohua didn't believe it at all. If Xiling Tianlei hadn't warned her not to attack Feng Qingchen again, she would have killed Feng Qingchen long ago.
"What's impossible? See for yourself whether he has died. Okay, stop talking so much nonsense and take him away. He will wake up in two hours." Feng Qingchen said impatiently.
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Although Xiling Yaohua was angry, she could only grit her teeth and endure it. She took out a leaf and blew it. Two big men appeared in the darkness. After saluting Xiling Yaohua, they carried Xiling Tianlei away.
Before Xiling Yaohua left, she left a message: "Feng Qingchen, we will meet again soon. When we see you again, I want you to kneel at my feet."
"Really?" Feng Qingchen responded, not taking it to heart.
After the people left, Feng Qingchen locked the door of the operating room, took a cold shower, shivered from the cold, climbed into bed and fell asleep.
Just when Feng Qingchen was sleeping well, the doctors at Dongling Palace stayed up all night. The arrow on Dongling Ziluo's thigh was in the middle of the artery.
The imperial doctors were helpless in the face of this injury. After pulling out the arrow, the imperial doctors were not sure that they could stop the bleeding. There was a 60% chance that Dongling Ziluo would die.
Unless the thigh area is stabbed to death, Dongling Ziluo will not die, but he will be disabled.
But if it is not pulled out, there is no possibility for Dongling Ziluo to recover. The longer it is delayed, the greater the damage will be.
"Trash, a bunch of trash, why do I keep you here?" The Queen was furious, picked up the tea cup and threw it at Doctor Lin.
Doctor Lin's forehead was bleeding, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Empress, please forgive me, Queen, please forgive me."
A puddle of water remained on the white marble stone, bright red and dazzling.
"Spare your life? If I can't heal King Luo's injury, what's the point of keeping you? Come here, drag him away and chop him off." The golden steps above the queen's head were trembling, her eyes were sunken, and she looked tired.
Dongling Ziluo is her hope, nothing can happen to her, let alone be destroyed.
"Mr. Zhang, if you cure His Highness Prince Luo, I will be rewarded with many rewards." The Empress pointed to an old doctor kneeling in the corner.
As for the poor medical treatment... Needless to say, the end is the same as that of Dr. Lin.
"Yes, the Queen." Doctor Zhang said weakly.
Dongling Ziluo's bedside was crowded with people, including five or six imperial doctors. They tried every method, but the wound still couldn't stop, and blood kept coming out. Dongling Ziluo's entire face was whiter than paper.
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The queen was so anxious that she almost broke her nails.
The atmosphere in the hall was very tense, but Dong Lingjiu, who was sitting outside, was not affected at all, looking calm and calm.
The prince also accompanied him all the time, with a worried look on his face, but in fact he was indifferent. Dongling Ziluo's death or dethronement was both a good thing for him.
"The Emperor has arrived."
The eunuch's sharp voice broke the solemn atmosphere, and everyone except Dong Lingjiu knelt down to greet him.
"Your Majesty..." The Queen had been worried all night. When she saw the Emperor coming, she burst into tears. From a distance, it looked a bit like pear blossoms with tears.
"How's Luo'er doing?"
The bright yellow court uniform made the emperor full of majesty, but it lacked a bit of humanity. He was aloof and indifferent. Even if he asked about his favorite son, he didn't feel close to him.
"Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that if Luo'er doesn't wake up, she may never wake up." The queen almost cried in the emperor's arms.
The emperor patted the queen distressedly and called several imperial doctors to inquire. The result was that either Dongling Ziluo's leg would be crippled or he would die.
"A bunch of rubbish. Dongling Dynasty doesn't raise rubbish. Come here, drag these rubbish out and chop them up."
This is the emperor. With just one order, there will be countless casualties.
All the imperial doctors looked ashen, but they did not dare to beg for mercy.
The emperor's love for King Luo was known to everyone, and a touch of sadness flashed across the prince's face, which quickly disappeared.
Over the years, he has become accustomed to his father's indifference.
The royal guards dragged the imperial doctors out. The palace maids and eunuchs were trembling with fear and did not dare to say anything. They all lowered their heads and stared at their toes, fearing that one of them would be unlucky and be dragged out too.
"emperor."
Dong Lingjiu stood up, and everyone in the hall stopped because of his actions.
"Ninth brother?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors?"
The imperial doctors had been dragged to the entrance of the palace by the guards. When they heard this voice, they felt happy, thinking they might be saved, but then they fell silent again.
Uncle Nine Emperors is known to be cold-blooded and ruthless, how could he possibly save them?
Dong Lingjiu turned a blind eye and looked indifferent. Although he was talking to the emperor, there was no one in his eyes.
"Your Majesty, King Luo's injury cannot be delayed any longer. I would like to ask your Majesty to issue an order to allow Feng Qingchen to enter the palace for a try." When Dong Lingjiu said this, he was still unhurried and not at all anxious or worried.
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Before the emperor could speak, the queen refused and said: "Uncle Nine Emperors, there is no need to say more, I will never agree."
Dong Lingjiu had raised this opinion before, but it was rejected by the queen. At this time, he raised it again...
Contrary to the queen's arrogance, Dong Lingjiu was calm and calm, as if the proposal was not his, but he stood still, motionless, and expressed his position.
"Feng Qingchen? Can she do it?" the emperor asked after pondering for a moment.
"I don't know, I can always give it a try." Dong Lingjiu's answer was quite irresponsible.
He just wanted to disgust the queen to death.
In this world, the only person in the world who dares to talk to the emperor like this is the Nine Emperors Uncle.
The emperor was silent, and the palace fell into silence again...