Although the Emperor had never intervened in the affairs between the Queen and Feng Qingchen, he was aware of everything.
Choosing Feng Qingchen was a helpless move, and it was also because Feng Qingchen was recommended by Dong Lingjiu.
The emperor has never been able to catch the Nine Emperors Uncle. Now that an opportunity is presented to him, there is no way he can let it pass.
If Feng Qingchen heals Dongling Ziluo, forget it. If he doesn't, the debt will definitely be blamed on the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"Feng Qingchen, Uncle Nine Emperors said that you have extraordinary medical skills and are proficient in trauma. Don't let me down. If you cure King Luo's injury, I will reward you heavily. If you can't cure it, you don't have to go back to Feng Mansion."
The emperor used the majesty of the emperor to suppress Feng Qingchen and let her understand that if the emperor wanted to kill her, it would be useless even if the Nine Emperors Uncle protected her.
Feng Qingchen buried his head even lower, but there was no trace of panic in his words. He said calmly: "Qingchen will do his best, can you let Qingchen take a look at King Luo's injury?"
Feng Qingchen knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was behind her. She wanted to turn around and take a look at Uncle Nine Emperors, but she knew she couldn't...
"Yes." The emperor nodded.
Feng Qingchen walked towards the inner room and quietly looked at Dong Lingjiu while turning sideways, only to find that Dong Lingjiu always looked calm and indifferent.
Just when Feng Qingchen was about to withdraw his divine thread, he met the prince's implicit smile.
Feng Qingchen was startled, lowered her head quickly, and followed the steps of the palace maid...
Stepping into the inner room, the eunuchs and maids got out of the way one after another, and the imperial doctors who were lucky enough to stay shunned as if they had encountered a savior.
Dongling Ziluo, we meet again!
Feng Qingchen looked down at the miserable and dying Dongling Ziluo from a high position, but there was no trace of pride or happiness in his eyes.
Feng Qingchen knew that Dongling Ziluo's condition must be very bad, otherwise, the emperor would not have issued an order to let her enter the palace for treatment.
Apart from curing Wang Jinling's eye disease, she did nothing else to prove her superb medical skills. How could the emperor hand over Dongling Ziluo to her? The most important thing is that she is Dongling Ziluo's ex-fiancée.
Because Dongling Ziluo's reputation was ruined, and because Princess Anping was trapped in the prison of the Blood Guards.
Even if the emperor is not afraid of her plotting, the queen should be.
She has a despicable life, and she is the only one among the nine Feng clan.
But after seeing Dongling Ziluo's increasingly weaker heartbeat, Feng Qingchen understood.
The queen has no choice but to treat a dead horse as a live doctor.
In Dongling Ziluo's situation, even if the imperial doctor uses world-famous medicine to hang him up, he can only survive for half a day at most, and he will die in half a day.
The arrow goes straight through the artery, whether it is pulled out or not pulled out.
The most important thing is that I missed the opportunity and stopped the bleeding in time. It will not be difficult to treat the arrow wound, but...
Fortunately, all the great doctors also understood that Dongling Ziluo would die faster if he lost too much blood. Although the arrow was not pulled out, the blood flow was not fast.
Feng Qingchen stood by the bed, with no intention of checking, but her brows furrowed more and more tightly.
Uncle Nine Emperors really thinks highly of her, this injury...
It really wasn't any ordinary trouble, and she wasn't sure about it.
It was delayed for too long and there was no timely treatment. She is a doctor, not a fairy.
There was silence in the room. Everyone looked at Feng Qingchen, waiting for her answer, but she didn't move. Finally, the queen couldn't calm down and asked: "Feng Qingchen, can you cure it?"
"It's too late. If you had come to me earlier, I am 80% sure that I can pull out the arrow without hurting His Royal Highness Prince Luo's life. But now..." Feng Qingchen sighed: "His Royal Highness Prince Luo has lost a lot of blood.
If there is too much, the body will be very weak. In addition, the blood flow will not stop, and the blood supply to the lower leg will be insufficient, which is very likely to cause necrosis."
"Feng Qingchen, what do you mean?" A flash of panic and fear flashed in the queen's eyes, and her nails dug into the palms of her hands, and it was the heartbreaking pain that made her stand firm.
Feng Qingchen ignored the queen, squatted down, and pressed Dongling Ziluo's calf with both hands: "It's not easy. I can save King Luo now, but it's hard to say whether this leg will become useless."
"Bold Feng Qingchen, are you shirking your responsibilities? If King Luo cannot be cured, I will ask you to be buried with him." The queen scolded loudly, as if this was the only way to suppress the regret in her heart.
"Queen, it's useless to kill me. His Highness Prince Luo's injuries won't be any better. It's too late. If you had called me two hours earlier, I guarantee that I could have cured His Highness Prince Luo." Feng Qingchen
A way that is neither humble nor arrogant.
"Empress, if you don't believe it, you can ask the imperial doctor. Everything Feng Qingchen said is true, and there is no selfishness in it."
The queen was silent.
The imperial doctor said this very early.
Feng Qingchen knelt down to the emperor: "Your Majesty, please forgive Qingchen for being helpless. If the emperor wants to grant Qingchen death, Qingchen has nothing to say. It's because Qingchen is not good at learning."
Feng Qingchen looked calm. She just hoped not to cause any trouble to Uncle Nine Emperors.
The bright yellow robe moved slightly, and the ball on his head collided. The emperor was angry, but this anger was directed at Dong Lingjiu: "Jinu brother, what is going on? Since you know that Feng Qingchen has excellent medical skills, why
Didn’t you recommend it earlier?”
Murderous intent flashed through Dong Lingjiu, who could see it clearly, but pretended not to know. "Brother, I have suggested this to the Queen before, but the Queen disagrees."
Dongling Jiuping recounted, slightly raising his eyes to look at the Queen. He didn't speak, and his eyes didn't change, but the Queen seemed to see Uncle Jiuhuang blaming her for delaying King Luo's illness.
"Your Majesty, I am my concubine, I am my concubine." The Queen staggered, as if she could not stand firmly.
She already regretted that Dong Lingjiu said this, as if she was the one who killed Dong Ling Ziluo.
"Queen, you are confused." Although the emperor was angry, he did not scold the queen too much. After all, the one who was most worried about Dongling Ziluo here was the queen.
"Your Majesty, save Luo'er, I cannot live without him." The queen's eyes were red, but she held back tears.
The tenderness of a loving mother and the majesty of the mother of a country are perfectly balanced.
The emperor patted the queen on the shoulder.
"Feng Qingchen, you are now almost certain that you can cure King Luo." The emperor took a breath in his heart, but he could only suppress it.
Today's assassination was carefully arranged to test Dong Lingjiu, but he didn't want to...
Another group of people suddenly appeared, not only ruining his plan, but also causing the death of his favorite son to be unknown.
The honor of a country has suffered such a big loss, how can he be reconciled?
If Dongling Ziluo dies, he will definitely be buried with Donglingjiu.
Feng Qingchen only said that the emperor was concerned about Dongling Ziluo, and after a moment of thought, he said: "Your Majesty, after amputating his right leg, Qingchen is 70% sure of saving the Luo Palace..."
"No." Before Feng Qingchen could finish what he said, the emperor interrupted.
The prince of Dongling Dynasty would rather die than be deposed.
The Dongling royal family cannot afford to lose this person.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head in panic, hiding the sarcasm in his eyes.
In the Tian family, the relationship between father and son is not as good as face, and she knows that.
"Feng Qingchen, even if I want you to save King Luo's life, I also want you to take care of his legs." The emperor said without refusal.
Feng Qingchen looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, Qingchen can't do it. King Luo's injury has been delayed for too long."
Feng Qingchen sprinkled salt on the queen's wounds without leaving a trace. Sure enough, as soon as Feng Qingchen finished speaking, she saw the queen's skirt swaying.
"Feng Qingchen, I don't care about this. I order you now to do your best to save King Luo without making any mistakes." The emperor ordered forcefully, his eyes falling on Dong Lingjiu.
He wanted to see how much his ninth brother cared about Feng Qingchen and whether he would speak up for her.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed.
It was as if Aventurine Jiu had not been seen, standing there quietly, forming a world of its own, unobtrusive and impossible to ignore.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and did not dare to take a breath.
She knew she had no right to refuse, but...
She was really not sure about Dongling Ziluo's injury.
Uncle Nine Emperors' attitude was very clear, that is, he would not help her.
Feng Qingchen knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Qingchen is only 30% sure. If the Emperor agrees to allow Qingchen to be treated, Qingchen would like to ask the Emperor's permission to leave Qingchen alone in the room."
Even if there was only one chance, she couldn't give up.
Dongling Ziluo is a patient and she is a doctor, she cannot be mistaken about this.
Feng Qingchen is harmless to people, but the Queen is wary of others.
"No, Feng Qingchen, I don't agree." The Queen's mood calmed down and she once again returned to her graceful and noble posture as the mother of the country.
Looking at Aventurine Nine with implicit provocation.
She was waiting for Dong Lingjiu to show up for Feng Qingchen.
"If it doesn't work, then Qingchen doesn't have even a 10% certainty. Please ask the emperor to order Qingchen to be executed and ask Gao Ming to do it." It was obviously a threat, but Feng Qingchen said it with incomparable sadness.
"Your Majesty, Qing Chen is a doctor. The one who was injured today is His Highness King Luo. If he were an ordinary person, Qing Chen would have stepped forward to treat him at all costs. You must know that saving people is like putting out fires. If you delay for a moment longer, King Luo will be in more danger.
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Feng Qingchen once again reminded that Dongling Ziluo's life and death were unknown at this time, and it was all caused by the queen, not Feng Qingchen.
"Feng Qingchen, you are so bold, how dare you threaten the emperor." The queen was so strong that she was almost exposed by Feng Qingchen.
Leaving aside Dongling Ziluo's identity, the person lying on the bed, whose life or death is unknown, is a piece of flesh that fell from her body.
Her distress was completely different from that of the emperor.
"Qingchen doesn't dare to reply to the Queen. Qingchen is just telling the truth." Feng Qingchen almost fell to the ground, her body trembling slightly, silently revealing her fear.
She was actually scared, really scared.
Afraid that the emperor would force her to treat Dongling Ziluo in front of everyone, and afraid that the emperor would not give her a chance, he dragged her out and beheaded her.
She doesn't want to die!
Feng Qingchen knew that Uncle Jiuhuang would not protect her even if he had an order to kill her. Even if Uncle Jiuhuang wanted to protect her, he would not be able to do so.
The only one she can rely on is herself.
Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and persuaded again: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Luo's injury cannot be delayed any longer. The longer it is delayed, the worse it will be. Please give your Majesty an order."
Kill me, or let me save Dongling Ziluo!
Feng Qingchen's heart was in her throat, waiting for the emperor's decision...