Yu Wenyuanhua originally wanted to take the money to make Feng Qingchen anxious, but when he saw Feng Qingchen's half-smiling look, he thought that Feng Qingchen had just "looked" at him and changed the consultation fee from one thousand gold to one thousand gold.
One hundred taels of silver, Na Qiao's words changed to: "No problem, if there is anything I can do to help, just say it."
"Zhou Xing, did you hear that? Don't be polite to General Yuwen." Feng Qingchen winked at Zhou Xing.
Building an operating room requires a lot of workers. She doesn't want the outside world to spread too much. It's best to ask Yu Wenyuanhua to send troops. It will also be convenient to issue a gag order at that time.
Obviously, Zhou Xing also understood and nodded.
"Don't worry, sister, I will take care of it. You go early and come back early. We will wait for you to come back." After going to Prince Luo's Mansion, they were still worried, fearing that Feng Qingchen would be humiliated again.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Prince Luo's Mansion is not a blood-clothed guard, so she will still be missing arms and legs when she goes in.
Yuwen Yuanhua was dissatisfied with Feng Qingchen's self-confidence and said in a disgraceful manner: "Are you so sure that King Luo will let you come back easily?"
Ahem...
The butler of Prince Luo's Mansion interrupted him rudely and looked at Yuwen Yuanhua with an accusing look on his face.
General, you are trying to destroy the reputation of King Luo. King Luo will not let you go.
"Hahaha, I'm joking, Qingchen, you should have gone early and come back early." Yu Wenyuanhua pushed Feng Qingchen into the fire pit without any mercy.
"I made a careless friend, how come I got to know you."
Feng Qingchen shook his head, looking as if he had been shocked, but his eyes were smiling strangely, as if we were settling accounts with the future.
Yu Wenyuanhua felt a chill in his body when he thought of Feng Qingchen's bloody methods, and quickly stepped forward to apologize...
The housekeeper of Prince Luo's Mansion and the eight guards had their faces twitching violently, as if they wanted to laugh but were afraid to laugh.
"Whatever you are pretending to be, just laugh if you want to." Yu Wenyuanhua had a dark face and swept towards the crowd sharply to maintain his majesty as a general.
Unfortunately...it's too late.
Everyone lowered their heads, avoided Yu Wenyuanhua's eyes, and continued to laugh sullenly.
Yuwenyuanhua!
The famous Dongling general who is invincible and invincible. How many men worship him and admire him. In the eyes of Dongling men, General Yu Wenyuan is their idol.
But when I saw them today, it turned out that the so-called idols were no different from ordinary people.
Yuwen Yuanhua gritted his teeth and was about to attack someone, but Feng Qingchen left with the people from Prince Luo's Mansion.
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The emperor's son was a good man. Riding horses was not allowed in the inner city, but because of Dongling Ziluo's order, they were able to gallop on the streets.
This was Feng Qingchen's first visit to Prince Luo's Mansion, which was only two streets away from Wuyi Lane where Wang Xie and other aristocratic families lived.
Wuyi Lane is home to Wang, Xie, Cui, Wen and other aristocratic families, and this area is full of princes, county princes' mansions, and even the four major princes' mansions are here. There are many mansions, the most eye-catching is the mansion of the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Unfortunately, not everyone can enter the Ninth Prince's Mansion, so Feng Qingchen could only take a look from a distance.
Arriving at Prince Luo's Mansion, Feng Qingchen was hurriedly invited to the main courtyard before she had time to admire the scenery of Prince Luo's Mansion.
A group of imperial doctors gathered around Dongling Ziluo's room, with anxious expressions on their faces. When they saw Feng Qingchen coming, they snorted coldly and avoided each other, looking at Feng Qingchen with critical and disdainful eyes.
Feng Qingchen knew that colleagues were jealous of each other. She originally thought that she would have the opportunity to find a few Chinese medicine doctors from Taiyi Medical University, but now it seemed that it would be difficult. She had offended the entire Taiyi Hospital.
"Qingchen has met His Royal Highness Prince Luo. He is a thousand years old." Feng Qingchen did not look at Dongling Ziluo, but directly knelt down and saluted.
"Get up." Dongling Ziluo's voice was a little weak, but it could be heard that it was much better.
The strength of the imperial physician should not be underestimated. They are just not good at trauma.
Feng Qingchen stood up silently and lowered his head.
It's not that she is respectful, but that she is too lazy to look at Dongling Ziluo.
When I first rescued him, I didn't think anything of it. I just thought he was a patient. But now that he saw that he was not a patient, Feng Qingchen became very angry when he saw him.
Bad man!
"Feng Qingchen, were you the one who treated my king's wounds?" For some reason, Dongling Ziluo didn't like Feng Qingchen like this.
Instead of seeing Feng Qingchen's submissive look, he would rather see Feng Qingchen competing with him, at least that was the real Feng Qingchen.
"yes."
"How did you treat my wounds, but they all split open in a day."
"Impossible." Feng Qingchen didn't believe it at all.
"let me see."
Feng Qingchen strode forward and reached out to lift the quilt off Dongling Ziluo's body.
"Bold." The maid stepped forward to stop him, but Dongling Ziluo waved him away and motioned for them to go out.
Feng Qingchen was only thinking about Dongling Ziluo's wound and didn't pay attention. When he opened the quilt and saw Dongling Ziluo's wound, his face immediately became extremely ugly.
All the bandages and medicine on the wound had fallen off, and the threads she had sutured had been cut. There were several new threads and new holes on it. It seemed that these imperial doctors had used the needles and threads she had left in the palace to sew Dongling Ziluo.
It turned out to be self-defeating.
The wound was turned outwards, and the broken thread was still in the wound. Her taut skin had retracted. The hole where the doctor had pricked her was bleeding all the time. The lines left by the bandage were pinched into the wound, and it looked worse than if it had not been stitched.
miserable.
Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth angrily and cursed at the imperial doctors: "Which bastard did this? You think King Luo lives too long, right? You are not allowed to touch the wounds I stitched up."
She hates patients who don't cherish their own lives, she hates doctors who don't take their patients' lives seriously, and she hates even more the patients who show their trust in you and are ignored.
Dongling Ziluo was completely occupied.
"Feng Qingchen, it's you who took care of this wound." Dongling Ziluo leaned on the bedside with his eyes slightly closed.
"I handled it well, but I did not cause this situation. Your Highness, Prince Luo, whoever made you like this, who can you ask to help you recover? I, Feng Qingchen, will not let others take care of you."
Feng Qingchen (5) was almost furious. If this wasn't Prince Luo's palace, if Dongling Ziluo wasn't the emperor's son, she would have walked away long ago.
Dongling Ziluo made it clear that he didn't believe her.
If this was not the case, how could her sutured wounds be cut open?
Since you don't believe her, why bother looking for her again, and why bother thinking of her only when you can't deal with it.
What did these people think of Feng Qingchen?
"King Luo, please hire Gao Ming." Feng Qingchen turned around and was about to leave. Dongling Ziluo said sharply: "Feng Qingchen."
Feng Qingchen paused and saw the guards with knives and guns outside the door. He gritted his teeth and stopped, turned around and said, "Qingchen is here."
Although he was angry, Dongling Ziluo couldn't break his face. He could only exhale and inhale desperately to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Go get ready and bandage my wound." Dongling Ziluo ordered directly, ignoring Feng Qingchen's ugly expression.
The wound was no longer painful at first, but after it was cut open and stabbed with several needles by the imperial doctor, the wound was already in burning pain. Dongling Ziluo was in a bad mood. If he hadn't been pressing hard, he would have been moaning.
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Feng Qingchen stood motionless with his head lowered and would not reply...