It's about rescuing rather than curing. Xiling Tianyu is a smart man and he knows his situation clearly.
Uh... Feng Qingchen's expression froze. Her personal emotions actually affected her work. Feng Qingchen ignored Uncle Nine Emperors and turned to Xiling Tianyu: "Second Prince, your left leg muscle is severely necrotic and you can't help it."
It will be impossible to return to normal without further treatment..."
"I know..." Xiling Tianlei originally had some hope. When Feng Qingchen said this, the smile on his face disappeared instantly. Before Feng Qingchen could finish speaking, he interrupted Feng Qingchen.
"Second Prince, please let me finish my words." Feng Qingchen disliked patients the most. He pretended to accept his fate, but in fact he could not accept the reality.
"Oh, keep going..." Xiling Tianyu was not interested, and his leg could not be healed. What else could he say?
Feng Qingchen didn't care, and still said in a calm voice: "Although I can't make your dead muscles grow back, I can make you walk like a normal person."
"What? Feng Qingchen, what did you say?" Feng Qingchen said calmly, but when Xiling Tianyu heard it, it was like a thunder on a sunny day. He stood up from the chair when he was excited. Unfortunately, his right leg had not walked for a long time.
, coupled with the fact that he moved too fast, he fell forward as soon as his feet became weak.
"Be careful." Feng Qingchen seemed to have expected it. The moment Xiling Tianyu fell down, he stepped forward and hugged him. He thought to himself: This second prince is actually worse than hearing that his legs were artificially mutilated.
Excited.
However, Feng Qingchen can understand Xiling Tianyu's desire to return to normal. You must know that on the battlefield, many injured soldiers retire because of disability. She understands these people's desire for a normal life better than the average doctor.
Disability can break the mind of a normal person. It is understandable that Xiling Tianyu was excited when he heard that he could walk like a normal person.
Although Xiling Tianyu was thin, he was still a big man. All his weight rested on Feng Qingchen. Although Feng Qingchen was prepared, he still couldn't stand still and staggered back a few steps.
Just when Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and was about to lift the man up, the weight on his body suddenly disappeared. He knew without thinking that he was being supported by Uncle Nine Emperors. After all, there were only three of them in the room.
Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, but saw Uncle Jiuhuang's reproachful eyes. Feng Qingchen smiled nonchalantly. As a doctor, she took the defense between men and women less seriously than most people. Besides, she and Xiling Tianyu didn't do anything.
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Uncle Nine Emperors would not lecture Feng Qingchen in front of others. He turned around and looked at Xiling Tianyu: "Tianyu." Uncle Nine Emperors' voice was not loud, but it strangely calmed people down, especially Xiling Tianyu.
"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Your noble son is your noble son. Even though Xiling Tianyu has obvious depression, he recovers faster than ordinary people.
Feng Qingchen knew that Xiling Tianyu was suppressing his true temperament. Seeing Xiling Tianyu like this, Feng Qingchen suddenly felt that the people in the royal family were really pitiful. They couldn't even have true feelings, and even if they did, they couldn't show them.
Just like Uncle Nine Emperors, he always has a cold face, as if he never has any extra emotions, but Feng Qingchen knows that it is impossible for a person to be without joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. Uncle Nine Emperors also has it, but it is too deeply suppressed.
Over time, others got used to it, and so did he himself.
"It's okay, I can understand. If the second prince calms down, let's talk and see if you agree with my treatment plan." Feng Qingchen looked calm, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, Xiling Tianyu no longer dwelled on his rudeness, and his affection for Feng Qingchen began to rise. Feng Qingchen's calm and unflappable appearance was really likeable.
Xiling Tianyu smiled and gestured to Feng Qingchen. Then he thought of what Feng Qingchen called him and deliberately closed the distance: "If Miss Qingchen doesn't suggest it, just call me Tianyu."
When most people hear what a prince says, they will respond even if they are not excited, but Feng Qingchen is different: "No, I feel more comfortable calling you the second prince."
She had no interest in making friends with Xiling Tianyu. The relationship between patient and doctor was enough. Although Xiling Tianyu was disappointed, he did not say much.
On the other hand, Uncle Nine Emperors was very satisfied. He thought Feng Qingchen was explaining to him tactfully that it was an accident that she and Xiling Tianyu hugged each other just now. Knowing that he was dissatisfied, he deliberately distanced himself.
All I can say is that this is a beautiful misunderstanding.
"Second Prince, your left leg is necrotic. I suggest you remove the necrotic part and then move the limb." Feng Qingchen tried his best to speak in a way that the other party could understand.
"Mobile limbs? What the Master of the Miracle Doctor Valley calls grafting? Can you do it?" Xiling Tianyu knew very well that this was the only way he could use his legs now.
I reject it from the bottom of my heart, but compared to being able to walk normally, these can be overcome.
"It's a limb transplant, yes, but the plan I mentioned should involve a son-in-law with the master of the Valley of the Divine Doctor." Feng Qingchen, the owner of the Valley of the Divine Doctor, had seen him before and knew that he was a medical geek.
Feng Qingchen respected that old man very much. In Feng Qingchen's eyes, the Master of the Divine Doctor Valley was a medical genius. Of course, there was a fine line between genius and madman. It just depends on how the world viewed him.
Besides, in the eyes of the world, her medical skills were learned from the Valley of Divine Doctors. The people from the Valley of Divine Doctors did not come forward to say anything wrong, they just took over the task for her. She did not reject the Valley of Divine Doctors.
"What's the difference?" Xiling Tianyu tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and asked in a calm voice, but his clenched fists and the sweat on his palms revealed his true emotions.
He would not be a human being if he could not be excited that recovery was in sight.
How could Feng Qingchen not know about the patient's changes, but she is an excellent doctor, and an excellent doctor will understand the patient's mood. Since the patient does not want her to know his tension and expectations, then she should not know.
Feng Qingchen was not used to having his hands empty, so he turned around and opened the medicine box, took out a charcoal pen and a writing pad, and while writing medical instructions, he said: "Second Prince, the limb transplantation technique I performed on you was not from
Instead of removing limbs from a person, a suitable prosthetic limb is made for you.”
"Prosthesis? What is that?" Not to mention Xiling Tianyu, even the Nine Emperors Uncle was also very curious. If this kind of thing could be produced in large quantities, then those disabled soldiers would be blessed.
Feng Qingchen seemed to know what the two men were thinking, and explained the complexity of the operation early: "The prosthesis is made of special materials to compensate for the partial function of the missing limb. The production and installation of the prosthesis is a complicated process.
There is nothing wrong with the process, I can make it, but my energy is limited and the materials are also limited.”
It's not that Feng Qingchen doesn't want to, it's really...
Her smart medical kit has limited prosthetic limbs, and there are so many disabled people in the world.
Not to mention in ancient times, even in modern times, she couldn't equip every disabled person with prosthetic limbs, and prosthetics were also graded. The plan she drew up for Xiling Tianyu was the latest technology of the military.
Everyone is equal in the face of death, but in the face of high medical expenses, they can be divided into three, six or nine grades immediately. She is a doctor, not a savior. Don't expect her to give up her life and risk everything to save the dying. In that case, she is not
Feng Qingchen is a fool.
In the hospital, could she help one or ten patients who couldn't afford the hospitalization fees and had to stop treatment and wait for death?
Over time, people will become numb. She cannot provide timely and effective treatment to every patient. All she can do is use the best medical skills to treat the patients in her own hands. She cannot control other people. She