What Feng Qingchen didn't expect was that the emperor did not answer her question, but asked Dong Lingjiu.
"Ninth brother, what do you think?"
"Your Majesty is wise. Your Majesty's decision must be the best for King Luo." Dong Lingjiu was not surprised and hit him back softly.
Now, he is not the one who is anxious.
"Ninth brother, King Luo was injured while trying to save you. Feng Qingchen was also recommended by you. I want to hear your opinion." There is no way to clear the relationship.
A cold light flashed in the emperor's eyes.
After sacrificing a son, he had to get some benefits back.
"Brother Ju is stupid. If Brother Huang thinks Feng Qingchen can't cure King Luo well, just kill her. He is just a woman." He looked calm, as if he was discussing what to eat today.
He had known for a long time that it would be like this, but Feng Qingchen couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.
Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly and continued to lie on the ground, waiting for the emperor's decision.
It turns out that she is just a chess piece.
What the emperor cares about is not whether she can save Dongling Ziluo, but whether she can pull down Dongling Jiu.
"Okay, I'll just..." The emperor paused for a moment as if he was deliberately trying to hang someone up.
After waiting for a long time, the Emperor was very disappointed when Uncle Ninth Emperor said nothing. He glanced at Dongling Ziluo and said, "I will give Feng Qingchen a chance. Ninth Brother, I trust you and the people you recommend."
He helped Feng Qingchen many times but didn't care about her life or death.
Ninth brother, what are your plans?
The emperor found that he could not understand Aventurine Nine more and more.
Dong Lingjiu never thought that anyone could understand him.
"Brother, the emperor is serious. Feng Qingchen is not the person recommended by my brother. I just think that this woman may have something to do. I heard that she saved Dr. Yuan who had a stroke outside Feng Mansion. I guess this woman's character and medical skills are not good.
Difference."
Uncle Nine Emperors was reminding Feng Qingchen not to connect her grudge with Dongling Ziluo with this matter.
"Ninth brother is right. This woman has a good character. Feng Qingchen, please do it. Don't let me down." Most people cannot afford to disappoint the emperor.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, the Queen, Uncle Nine Emperors, Qingchen will do your best." Feng Qingchen couldn't say anything that would not disappoint them, because...
She wasn't even sure herself.
"In that case, we will withdraw and leave the inner room to Doctor Feng." The emperor turned around and left first.
Dong Lingjiu and the prince followed closely behind. The queen deliberately slowed down a step and said in a benevolent tone: "Feng Qingchen, as long as you heal His Highness King Luo, the past events will be wiped out. I promise to be King Luo in the future."
When you marry the main concubine, you will be the side concubine."
"Thank you, Queen. Your Majesty is a thousand years old." Feng Qingchen saluted. "Empress, please forgive me for not being able to send you far away. His Royal Highness, Prince Luo, is seriously injured."
Side concubine? Feng Qingchen doesn’t care about her.
After finishing speaking, no matter how ugly the queen's face was, she turned around and walked indoors.
He pulled the screen over, blocking the window and door, and lit the candle.
The queen was so angry that she really wanted to vomit blood.
No one in the Dongling Dynasty dared to deny her face like this.
"Your Majesty, please calm down. Your Highness's injury is serious. Miss Feng is also worried about King Luo's injury." The maid quickly comforted the Queen.
"Let's go." The Queen flicked her sleeves, and the maid carefully closed the door.
After the people left, Feng Qingchen was the only one left in the huge inner room. Feng Qingchen could finally put down the tight string, activate the smart medical bag, and check Dongling Ziluo.
The diagnosis results were even worse than Feng Qingchen expected. All body indices were much lower than the average, the heartbeat was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and the blood pressure was even horribly low.
Blood transfusion is necessary.
Dongling Ziluo, blood type O.
There is no need to worry about ischemia for this blood type, but...
Feng Qingchen looked at the only bag of O-type blood left in the blood bank and had nowhere to shed tears.
"200cc of blood is not enough to fill the gap between teeth." Feng Qingchen held the blood bag and placed it on Dongling Ziluo's left side.
"Next time, you must save a little more blood. You will regret the lack of blood when it is used."
Feng Qingchen felt depressed when he saw that the 200cc blood bag deflated quickly.
This is the palace. Although there is no shortage of blood, she does not easily collect blood. Even if she collects enough blood, the royal family will not allow her to use it.
Royal blood, would the royal family allow the noble blood in their bodies to be contaminated?
With a faint smile, Feng Qingchen tied up her hair, put on her gloves, and looked serious.
Feng Qingchen first injected Dongling Ziluo with antibiotics to increase his antibodies, and then injected him with a drug that stimulates the blood supply to the heart.
If there is no blood, make your own blood.
Dongling Ziluo's body was cold and her blood supply was insufficient. If she continued like this, even if she could be revived, it would be useless. She had to let Dongling Ziluo's body functions recover before she could remove the arrow from her leg.
Dongling Ziluo's body was too weak. Such a weak body could hardly withstand the subsequent surgery. She had to stimulate the vitality of Dongling Ziluo's body first.
A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen injected anesthetic into Dongling Ziluo. Feng Qingchen did not dare to give him general anesthesia, so he could only give him local anesthesia. He secretly prayed in his heart that this guy would not wake up halfway.
The anesthesia night had no effect, and the 200cc of blood was gone.
Feng Qingchen removed the blood bag and hung up the infusion bottle.
Feng Qingchen was very busy, but he was not even a little bit panicked.
Dongling Ziluo's bedside table is filled with all kinds of medicine bottles and injections. The most eye-catching one is the black one.
Only Feng Qingchen could think of putting it on the table. Although it was easy, it was still a bit ostentatious.
Half an hour later, Dongling Ziluo's face looked a little better. Feng Qingchen touched his forehead, but found that it was impossible to determine through the gloves. It was troublesome to take off the gloves, so he touched his forehead lightly.
"I haven't had a fever yet. I'm really lucky, but I will have a high fever soon." The collision lasted only a moment, and Feng Qingchen didn't feel anything at all.
But... Dongling Ziluo, who was in a deep coma, finally regained some consciousness at this time.
In his confusion, he felt a very beautiful face approaching, but he couldn't catch it. He only felt that the moment the face came close to him, his whole body warmed up. Unfortunately, the time was too short for him to catch it.
Dongling Ziluo murmured dissatisfiedly, Feng Qingchen glanced at it, but didn't take it to heart.
The disease is confusing.
After confirming again and again that Dongling Ziluo's body could finally withstand the damage caused by pulling out the arrow, Feng Qingchen took scissors and cut off all of Dongling Ziluo's trousers and cut off the exposed arrow.
There was no way to clean such a wound carefully, and Feng Qingchen didn't have a good heart. He opened a bottle of disinfectant alcohol and poured it directly on Dongling Ziluo's leg.
All the medicine on the wound was washed away by the alcohol. The alcohol seeped into the wound, and a "chichi" sound was heard, but Dongling Ziluo felt no pain, and his right leg was at the mercy of Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen had never been a compassionate person. He continued to pour alcohol on Dongling Ziluo's wound with his left hand. He already held tweezers in his right hand with cotton in his hand to wipe away the dirt near the wound and stop the bleeding at the same time.
After the bottle of alcohol was used up, Feng Qingchen began to carefully clean Dongling Ziluo's wound to avoid any residue. After the wound was clear and clean, Feng Qingchen used tweezers to open the wound, and then he could see clearly the arrowhead clamped in the flesh...
Feng Qingchen's expression changed, the hand holding the tweezers shook, and the tweezers fell to the ground.