481 Cui Family, Get Into Trouble That Shouldn't Be Caused
Wiping away her tears, Feng Qingchen is still Feng Qingchen, proud yet restrained, arrogant yet fearful. Her eyes washed by tears are brighter, with only expectations for the future in her eyes instead of regrets and decadence.
Feng Qingchen would never regret the things he had done, nor would he show his cowardly side to outsiders.
Feng Qingchen returned to the study and opened the small wooden box sent by Concubine Xie. There was only a small piece of paper in it. After reading it, Feng Qingchen did not speak for a long time.
Crushing the paper in her hand into a ball, Feng Qingchen silently looked at the roof: "Cui Haoting, Third Prince, you are so generous that you actually found a member of the Cui family. Do you really want me to die?"
The Cui family, the first aristocratic family in the former dynasty, has now retired. But even so, the Cui family was not caused by her, Feng Qingchen. If Cui Haoting's illness was cured, it would be fine, but if he died in her hands, it would be better.
, she is probably not far from death.
And Cui Haoting's illness has lasted for so long. To be honest, it is easier for him to die than to live.
"To treat or not to treat? It is not a simple matter to treat leukemia. One bad step will lead to various complications. Cui Haoting's situation is not optimistic. If he wants to be cured, he must arrange a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. Now I can't even
How can we perform a bone marrow transplant if we don’t even have an operating room?”
"But if you don't treat me, how can I be worthy of my profession? This is a matter of ethics. I can't refuse to treat my patients because of their status. Feng Qingchen, don't forget, no matter who Cui Haoting is, he is now
Your patient is a person who has entrusted his life to you. You cannot refuse to treat your patient just because he has a good background.
What about the conditions that are treatable? How do I create the conditions? The operating room? This is an easy-to-handle bone marrow donor that can be successfully matched? Where do I go to find it? I want to treat a patient, but why is it so difficult?"
Feng Qingchen lay on the table, slumped his shoulders feebly, drooped his head, and spoke feebly.
Sun Sixing heard that the maid said that Feng Qingchen was in a bad mood, and wanted to come and persuade him. When he arrived at the door of the study, he didn't want to disturb Feng Qingchen, so he kept wandering outside the door.
Feng Qingchen's voice was not loud. He heard some intermittently, but he couldn't quite understand what it was like, what a match, it was a donation, but what Feng Qingchen said at the end was: Why is it so difficult to treat a patient? He
I heard it and understood it.
Sun Sixing did not hesitate anymore and knocked on the door of Feng Qingchen's study. Although Feng Qingchen used his master's words to force him to move in together during the day, Feng Qingchen never put the master's score in front of Sun Sixing. Sun Sixing respected Feng Qingchen.
But he couldn't act like a junior to a woman who was younger than him.
The two talked like peers, about medical skills, life, ideals, Cui Haoting's illness, and Cui Haoting's identity.
When Sun Sixing learned Cui Haoting's identity, he also understood Feng Qingchen's hesitation. Sun Sixing did not persuade Feng Qingchen in a pure and kind way, but said: "Master, no matter what decision you make, I will support you."
Only then did Feng Qingchen understand that she was the grown-up apprentice.
A doctor cannot be pure and kind, being too soft-hearted will only harm himself.
"If I gave up treating Cui Haoting, wouldn't you think I was cold-blooded?" After talking to Sun Sixing about the pathology for most of the night, Feng Qingchen felt much better.
Sure enough, only work can soothe her wounded heart.
"No, dad told me that doctors are humans, not gods. For patients who cannot be cured, don't waste medicinal materials. There are many people in the world who need medicinal materials. Besides, there is not only one doctor in the world. Patients can choose doctors, and doctors can choose
You can choose the patients. If you are not sure of the patient you can cure, maybe another doctor can cure it." Sun Sixing said seriously.
Feng Qingchen nodded. It was indeed what Sun Zhengdao would say. Sun Zhengdao was not a man without a city. It seemed that he suddenly disappeared. He should have been prepared for it a long time ago. He didn't need to worry too much.
"Your father is right, Sixing. In the future, you should save the patients you meet if you can, and don't force yourself if you can't. Life, old age, illness, and death are things we cannot control." She never wanted to teach Sun Sixing to be a good person.
He becomes soft-hearted when he is old, weak, sick and disabled, and he goes to the "good" doctor when he sees a patient.
Protect yourself first, heal yourself first, then you can heal others and the world.
If you are poor, you can be good for yourself and if you are successful, you can help the world.
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After discussing the condition with Sun Sixing for a night, and secretly learning a few leukemia treatments from Sun Sixing, Feng Qingchen was in a good mood. Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Qingchen was ready to go back to the room. As soon as he opened the door, Feng Qingchen
Chen was so sensitive that something was wrong in the room. He was frightened and wanted to leave, but it was too late.
"Feng Xiu, if I were you, I would close the door obediently." A cold long sword was placed across Feng Qingchen's neck. With just a little force, Feng Qingchen's head and body would separate.
Under such circumstances, what else could Feng Qingchen do? She could only do as she was told, stiffening her neck and not daring to move. She closed the door carefully, cursing in her heart that the guards sent by Zhai Dongming were not strong enough and that an assassin actually sneaked into the city.
Not found.
"Who are you, sir, and why are you looking for Qingchen?" He called out her name. It was definitely not the wrong door. The other party came just for her.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I'm here to remind you today not to get into trouble. There are some people you can't mess with. Fengxiu, don't ruin your life just for a momentary win or loss."
With the cold warning, Feng Qingchen could feel the other party's murderous intention.
This man will not be soft on himself.
"Qingchen doesn't understand what you mean by this, so please enlighten me." Feng Qingchen forced himself to calm down, put his hands behind his back, and quietly took out the bag hidden in his sleeves.
Even though he was there, Feng Qingchen didn't move. It is estimated that the other party killed her as soon as she pulled the safety button, so she should wait.
"Fengxiu is definitely a smart person who can attract the attention of heroes and talents from all walks of life in Jiuzhou Continent. I won't say anything unnecessary. Fengxiu just needs to remember one thing. Jiuzhou Continent is very big, bigger than you think. Don't
I thought that with someone protecting me in Dongling Imperial City, I could control the wind and rain.
Fengxiu, I can sneak into your boudoir quietly today, and I can take you out quietly tomorrow. It is easy to die in Jiuzhou Continent, and it is not difficult to live a life worse than death. Fengxiu does not want to live a life worse than death.
, just be calm and don't get involved in things you can't control."
The man in black's tone was extremely penetrating, and the aura of death was coming towards him. Feng Qingchen wanted to move, but the man in black seemed to know, and with a strong force, the sword blade pressed towards the side of his neck.
Feng Qingchen only heard a "pop" sound, the sword blade cut her skin, and slowly pressed in, warm blood flowed down her neck.
Pain... Feng Qingchen's body shrank and her eyes tightened. The fear of dying made her want to collapse to the ground. Feng Qingchen knew very well that the opponent's sword was definitely faster than her gun. As long as the opponent
One force could cut her neck off, so she compromised.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency, I won't mess around, and I don't care whether I win or lose in the competition." Feng Qingchen endured the pain in his neck and said quickly.
She didn’t know who the other party was or his purpose, but she understood that in the face of death, there was nothing that could not be compromised...