Don't put too much emotion into the patient, otherwise you will hurt yourself. This is Feng Qingchen's consistent principle.
It's not that she is cold-blooded, it's that there are too many people and things in the world that deserve sympathy. She doesn't want to make herself like Sister Lin, who is worried to death all day long, crying constantly, and is used to birth, old age, illness and death. What else is good about her?
Impenetrable...
Feng Qingchen put on the mask and stopped talking. She also ignored the hope and hope in Haoting's eyes. She could not promise anything to the patient before the examination.
Time was limited, so Feng Qingchen put pulse diagnosis last and did a basic examination for Haoting first. Of course, her smart medical bag had already been opened. She was not relying on instruments. There were actually some diseases that could not be seen with the naked eye.
, and besides, the patient in front of me is not very cooperative.
Feng Qingchen checked Haoting's pupils and skin texture, listened carefully to his heartbeat and breathing, and asked him what he felt uncomfortable about and his daily eating habits.
From Haoting's words and his own clinical experience, Feng Qingchen knew that he was in trouble. Whether he won this competition was still a small problem. Whether he could cure Haoting's disease was the big problem...
"Master Haoting, I want to take a drop of your blood." Feng Qingchen didn't give Haoting a chance to say no. He took out a thin needle from the medicine box and pricked Haoting's fingertip.
Haoting was in pain but did not move. He let Feng Qingchen take the blood and blinked his thick and slender eyelashes. After Feng Qingchen put the blood in a transparent vial, Haoting asked: "Doctor Feng, I
What disease do you have?" So far, no one has diagnosed his disease.
"I don't know yet. I can't make a conclusion until I go back to check the young master's blood." Feng Qingchen covered the medicine box, took off his gloves and mask, and stuffed them into the pockets of his clothes. Xia Wan immediately held up a wet towel.
He stepped forward and carefully wiped Feng Qingchen's ten fingers clean.
Such a clever maid, she even found out about her little habits. People from the Ninth Prince's Mansion are really not simple.
Feng Qingchen nodded towards Xia Wan to express his approval. Xia Wan's eyes lit up and a flash of joy flashed through him.
After cleaning up, Feng Qingchen turned around and saw Su Wan there, pretending to check the pulse of woman No. 8, and asking her some questions that doctors often ask. Judging from Su Wan's posture, she might be the same in the past few days.
Worked hard.
In competitions, victory or defeat sometimes depends not on ability, but on means, just like when she defeated Su Wan in the four categories of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Feng Qingchen was not angry at Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan's secret scheming behavior. This was his skill.
Feng Qingchen smiled gracefully and said to the prince and others: "Your Highness, Qingchen has completed the diagnosis. If there is nothing else, Qingchen will leave first."
"What kind of disease can Qingchen diagnose that young master has, and do he need to write a prescription?" The prince is not an idiot. Feng Qingchen can see the problem from Su Wan, and of course he has discovered it. By saying this, he just wants to
Feng Qingchen was given a chance to tell her about the tricks in the medical skills competition, but Feng Qingchen didn't appreciate it. In Feng Qingchen's eyes, the methods used in the competition were normal.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Qingchen is not sure about this young master's condition yet. Qingchen needs to go back and think about it carefully." She has doubts, but everything has to wait for the test results to come out. Without investigation, she has no right to speak. Before being sure,
, Doctors cannot casually express their guesses in front of patients, as it would be bad if they scare the patients.
"Xiao Wang heard that Miss Feng has superb medical skills. Why, there are still diseases that you can't diagnose, Miss Feng." Nanling Jinfan is like a cockroach, whether you like it or not, he will always appear around you.
Feng Qingchen turned away in disgust and said impatiently: "Qingchen can't diagnose this young master's disease. The third prince must know why. As for what the third prince said about Qingchen's superb medical skills, it's just a rumor.
, Qingchen is only good at treating trauma."
It's okay to use tricks, but it's disgusting to be able to act innocent after using tricks. She hates people who are pretentious and want to build memorials. Feng Qingchen is too lazy to say more to the other person, so he just says one word.
die.
Ordinary people would blush even if they were not guilty, but Nanling Jinfan seemed not to understand and looked innocent. Not only that, he took the opportunity to test: "The rumors are indeed not credible. Recently, there are rumors that Miss Qingchen stayed overnight.
Nine Princes' Mansion, a romantic night with Uncle Nine Emperors, I don't know if this is a rumor or the truth."
Men are definitely not inferior to women when it comes to gossiping. As soon as Nanling Jinfan finished speaking, Feng Qingchen noticed that the prince, Xiling Tianlei and Dongling Ziluo were staring at her with bright eyes, as if waiting for her answer.
Obviously, this question cannot be answered without answering, and at this moment, Su Wan also ended her diagnosis and treatment. Fearing that Feng Qingchen would not answer, she echoed: "Qingchen, His Highness gives you the opportunity to prove whether the rumors are true or false.
You won’t dare to answer, will you?”
She really didn't dare to answer, but could she not answer?
Feng Qingchen smiled, the language of China is the most wonderful language in the world, there is an answer that Gu left and right told him, if he wants to trick her, it depends on whether she is happy or not.
"Third Highness, Qingchen has never cared about rumors. Qingchen has not heard the rumors mentioned by Third Highness. Uncle Nine Emperors is seriously ill. Qingchen did stay in the Nineth Prince's Mansion for one night. As for Qingchen's innocence? In the eyes of the Third Prince
, is there any innocence left for Qingchen?"
Feng Qingchen secretly told Ling Jinfan that he had insulted her at the banquet that day.
"Miss Feng really holds a grudge." Nanling Jinfan was very depressed after receiving a vague answer, but when Feng Qingchen mentioned the past, he was embarrassed to ask again.
"A woman's mind is as small as her hair. Qingchen has no other abilities, but her memory is still good." Feng Qingchen pointed out something, and glanced at Xiling Tianlei and Dongling Ziluo, reminding them that the same thing happened between them.
Just because she doesn't mention her grudges doesn't mean she has forgotten them, she has let them go.
She is not the Holy Mother. She really can't do such a thing as repaying evil with kindness. What's more, she has repaid evil with kindness. How can she repay kindness?
Seeing Feng Qingchen mentioning his affairs calmly, Haoting's dark eyes brightened slightly, and his eyes stayed on Feng Qingchen for more time.
Dongling Ziluo and Xiling Tianlei looked guilty and looked away unnaturally. At this time, how could they have the nerve to ask Feng Qingchen about the rumors? Seeing the embarrassing situation, the prince calmly smoothed things over,
Feng Qingchen had a cold face and did not give the prince any face.
The prince didn't want to bring trouble on himself. After saying a few words, he announced that today's competition was over and everyone could go back.
The prince left first, and Feng Qingchen didn't stay long. He followed the prince and his party. Haoting looked at Feng Qingchen's back and opened his mouth to speak. In the end, he didn't say anything and silently got up and went back to the room.
Feng Qingchen was worried about Haoting's condition. In addition, he was feeling a little unwell due to excessive transportation last night. Feng Qingchen and the others were in a hurry to go home, but they didn't want to be stopped by Dongling Ziluo before they could walk out of the palace gate.
"What a coincidence, is Qingchen about to leave the palace? I am also about to leave the palace, so I will give Qingchen a ride." Dongling Ziluo looked elegant, but felt a little nervous in his heart.
"It's a coincidence." Feng Qingchen twitched her lips unnaturally and looked down at the tips of her shoes. She was not respectful or embarrassed, but she was too lazy to look at Dongling Ziluo's handsome face with a smile.
Thanks to Luo Wangdian for saying such a prudent conversation, and also thanks to Luo Wangdian having a good appearance, he could say such prudent words and look like a graceful noble prince.
"What a coincidence. Is Qingchen going to leave the palace? I am also about to leave the palace. How about I send Qingchen back home?" Xiling Tianlei appeared out of nowhere and thought he was cool.
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Feng Qingchen was about to refuse, but when he looked up, he saw Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan walking over. Su Wan looked like she was watching a good show, and Nanling Jinfan's slender eyes were shining with mischief...