The profession of doctor is inherently special. If you save a good person, you will save more people; on the contrary, if you want to cure an evil person, then you will also be an executioner.
The doctor is not wrong, it is the patient who is wrong. All the doctor can do is to treat the patient, and the quality of the patient is not determined by the doctor.
Feng Qingchen has always understood this truth. In modern times, she would try to avoid contact with political figures and try not to treat those who could influence the political situation with just a few clicks.
Of course, with Feng Qingchen's medical skills, she is not qualified to be a doctor for political figures, so she has never had this problem.
What she didn't expect was that in a different place, all the people she rescued were political figures. Except for the free clinic she went to during the snowstorm, she didn't do much to treat ordinary people.
"As a doctor, I undoubtedly failed; as a politician, I was very successful." This was what Feng Qingchen said to the Nine Emperors Uncle while sitting in the carriage the next day.
"What's your choice?" Feng Qingchen chose to be a doctor before, but an ordinary doctor cannot bear the important responsibility of the Feng family, nor can he bear the important responsibility of the Fengli family.
Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly: "Do I still have a choice? With my medical skills, I can become an excellent politician." If she chooses the former, then she will not even have the ability to protect herself.
She thought that she wanted to have strong power, and with her career as a doctor, she would never be able to do it in her life. Since she couldn't be a doctor, she would just change her profession.
No matter which world, the power structure is fixed. If she wants to seize food from the tiger's mouth and seize territory from others, she cannot be soft-hearted.
"Silly." Uncle Nine Emperors looked at Feng Qingchen's serious look and couldn't help but pull him into his arms: "You, you think too much. Whether it's a doctor or a politician, you just need to remember what you want to do.
What is it? The world seems to be prosperous, but the people are living too hard. The conflicts in the four countries and nine cities are getting more and more intense. The people who are suffering are ordinary people. As a doctor, you are not wrong in saving people, but how many can you save in a lifetime?
Man? If you can save the country, then you will save the world."
"Save the country? Can you save the country with medical skills?" Feng Qingchen knew how popular an outstanding doctor was with politicians, but he didn't think that a doctor could influence the power of the country.
"Of course you can. What you are doing now is not just saving the country. For example, Wang Jinling, it was precisely because you healed his eyes that his talents were able to be used. Wang Jinling's talents are recognized by the world. If you healed his eyes, he would be able to display his talents.
He was able to display his ambition and not only saved the Wang family, but also saved many people in the world." Everything has two sides, or even multiple sides. If you look at it from the other side, you can see different results.
"Even without me, Jin Ling's talent will not be buried. He is Wang Jinling, a eldest son who is famous all over the world." Feng Qingchen found a comfortable position in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors.
No matter what, the knot in her heart has been resolved. She can't blindly ask herself like a doctor. She is not just a doctor now.
So what if she is just an ordinary doctor? She treats diseases and saves people, but she has no control over what the patients do.
After struggling all night last night, Feng Qingchen didn't sleep well. They were lying in the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors, and Feng Qingchen fell asleep quickly.
"It's really... it's hard to learn. I just want to imitate Ouyang Doudou's rough mind. He falls asleep as soon as his worries are solved." Even so, Uncle Nine Emperors still took out the blanket and gently covered Feng Qingchen's body.
When going out, they often encounter times when they are late to the inn. Today they did not make it to the inn and had to sleep outside.
They were lucky. The place where they slept was open and open, not suitable for ambushes, and there were no traces of animals.
Feng Qingchen had had enough sleep during the day, and the group was full of energy. One of them was setting up tents and cooking, and was extremely busy. There was no confusion or depression seen during the day.
"Women are really weird." Doudou muttered, shook his head, and walked away.
"Hey, where's Doudou?" After dinner was ready, Feng Qingchen realized that Ouyang Doudou was missing.
Doudou was so familiar that even if Feng Qingchen wanted to exclude him, she couldn't find the right time, so she unknowingly regarded him as one of her own.
"We're going to the stream." Uncle Nine Emperors pointed in a direction.
"I'm going to see him." Feng Qingchen stood up and was about to leave, but Uncle Jiuhuang held him back: "Bring the medicine box over."
"Ah?" Feng Qingchen suspected that he heard wrongly.
It's amazing that Uncle Nine Emperors actually cares about Doudou's injury.
"We have found Zhezhe's traces. We can't let Doudou be too idle. After he recovers from his injury, he will be able to contribute more." The Nine Emperors Uncle calculated Doudou openly.
Feng Qingchen couldn't find anything to say about the insidiousness of Uncle Nine Emperors, so he only gave a thumbs up: "I admire you."
Doudou wanted to fight Uncle Nine Emperors, but he won face and lost face. Uncle Nine Emperors was so angry that he would never let Doudou have a good time.
Feng Qingchen carried the medicine box and walked slowly, but within a hundred meters, he saw Doudou squatting by the stream, holding a handkerchief, cleaning his wounds, holding back the pain.
, it’s really distressing.
"What a lousy kid." Feng Qingchen cursed lowly and stepped harder. Doudou, who was not far away, heard the sound and immediately put down his clothes. He turned around with murderous intent and said, "What..." He didn't finish his words.
, seeing it was Feng Qingchen, he immediately changed into a playful smile: "Feng Qingchen, what are you doing here?"
Feng Qingchen shook the medicine box in his hand: "Here's some medicine for you."
"No." When Doudou heard this, he immediately thought of the medicine that day and refused without even thinking about it.
"The wounds on your body are all suppurating. If I don't give you medicine, you will just wait to die." Even though he has not had much contact with Doudou in the past few days, Feng Qingchen knows that Doudou's injuries are getting more and more serious. Today
I seem to have a fever during the day.
This means that Doudou's body is so strong that others would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"Master Dou, I won't die that easily. If you want Master Dou to die, you can just dream." Doudou snorted arrogantly.
Feng Qingchen stood ten steps away from Doudou and stopped. He did not insist on changing Doudou's dressing like that night, but said calmly: "Uncle Nine Emperors has found out Zhezhe's
There are no traces, and there are no accidents. We can find Zhezhe within three days, but your injuries are getting more and more serious. If you don't get treatment in time, you won't be able to survive even one day."
"Have you found that dead boy? Where is that dead boy? Master Dou, I will cut him into pieces." Doudou was always like this, unable to hear the emphasis at all.
Feng Qingchen sweated violently and knew that he couldn't beat around the bush with Doudou, so he said directly: "Doudou, given your current situation, if you meet Zhezhe, don't take it out on Zhezhe. It's best if you don't get killed by Zhezhe."
"I don't know how." Doudou retorted angrily, but Feng Qingchen ignored him and continued: "Doudou, I don't care about you either. Your injuries are too serious and you can't cure them by yourself.
Okay, the wound medicine you brought won't be of much use. I'll give you a stick of incense to think about it. Do you want me to clean up the wounds on your body? If you want, take off your clothes. If not, I'll leave now. I'll leave later.
Even if you die of illness, I, Feng Qingchen, won’t ask a single question."
"Uh..." Doudou looked at Feng Qingchen with a confused expression.