Feng Qingchen looked at the motionless "corpse" lying there and knew that she had to save this person today no matter what, otherwise she would be in big trouble.
Alas, with her temperament and in this era, she may cause more trouble in the future.
But, there is no way!
Even if she knew it was trouble, she would still cause it anyway.
As a doctor, she really couldn't do nothing to save someone, let alone watch someone who had a chance to live die in front of her.
The doctor's inaction is no different from committing an injury.
No matter what others think, at least she, Feng Qingchen, cannot stand by and watch.
She cherishes her own life and the lives of others.
Take a deep breath and throw away these messy burdens in your heart.
She is a doctor, and she must do her best to save people. Anyone can give up on the patient, but only the doctor cannot give up on the patient.
If your breathing is weak, your heartbeat has stopped, and you are not using CPR, then use the most primitive method.
Although this method cannot be used well and your own life will be in danger, it is still a last resort.
Feng Qingchen reached out and pressed the heart on the left side of the "corpse". After confirming that the position was correct, he raised his hand and struck hard.
That posture will never save anyone.
At least, that's how it looks in Su Wenqing's eyes.
"Boom..." With a muffled sound, the "corpse" in front of Feng Qingchen immediately bounced up, and then fell back heavily.
Su Wenqing's eyes bulged.
Dong-dong-dong... The beating sound kept ringing, and the "corpse" kept bouncing. It didn't have the slightest flavor of saving people. It was obviously beating a corpse.
The official behind him frequently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Miss Feng doesn't think that just by beating the "corpse" painfully, she can bring this "corpse" back to life, right?
The official sneered, and the little admiration he had left disappeared without a trace under Feng Qingchen's inexplicable method.
Women are women, they can only do embroidery at home, don't place too high hopes on them.
What I said is that I am not dead, but I am just trying to make a fool of myself.
Now, the true colors are revealed.
The official scoffed disdainfully, thinking to himself that when he got home, he would tell his mother-in-law about Miss Feng's joke so that they would feel more at ease in the future.
Su Wenqing wanted to step forward more than once and pull Feng Qingchen away, but he couldn't do it every time. He always felt that when Feng Qingchen made this move, it was sacred and solemn!
Every time Feng Qingchen struck, he used all his strength. Su Wenqing stood behind him and watched Feng Qingchen's neat and vigorous movements.
However, if Su Wenqing stood in front of Feng Qingchen, he would find that Feng Qingchen was panting at this time...
However, those eyes were extremely bright, because she could already feel that the heartbeat of the "corpse" under her hand had resumed. Maybe one more blow would be enough!
"Boom..."
In this blow, Feng Qingchen used all his strength, and after the blow, the "corpse" under him not only jumped up, but also coughed.
"Ahem..."
It was a small sound, but everyone in the morgue heard it clearly. They were sure that they heard it correctly. Su Wenqing ignored the noble master's demeanor, pushed Feng Qingchen away, and stepped forward...
"Wen Hang, Wen Hang..." Holding the boy in his arms, his eyes filled with tears.
Su Wenqing's eyes were filled with mist.
Alive, his brother is alive, really alive!
All the doctors thought Wen Hang was dead. They even invited the best widowers to find out the reason for Wen Hang's unexpected death from Wen Hang's body.
He did not believe that Wen Hang, who had always been healthy, would die suddenly.
There must be something wrong here!
Regardless of his family's objections, he insisted on asking the widower to conduct an autopsy. Unexpectedly, this move saved Wen Hang's life.
"Ahem..." The young man blinked his eyelashes and opened his eyes weakly. His originally red face was now a bit pale, and his eyes were confused and lifeless:
"Brother..."
"Wenhang, you're not dead, you're really not dead..." Su Wenqing held the young man's hand tightly with an excited look on his face.
"Ahem, brother. Let go, let go..."
Pushed by Su Wenqing, Feng Qingchen staggered back a few steps and finally managed to steady her steps. She was panting from exhaustion. When she looked up, she saw Su Wenqing hugging her tightly, and her voice dropped by three points unconsciously:
"Hold him so tightly, do you want him to suffocate to death again? Why don't you send him to the doctor quickly and let the doctor take a look at him to see if he has any other injuries."
Su Wenqing immediately let go of the young man and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Miss Feng, aren't you the doctor?"
"I'm not... sending him to the doctor. I won't be responsible if anything happens again."
Feng Qingchen said angrily that her little Western medicine skills were not enough in front of the profound and profound Chinese medicine doctors.
She can use a knife and perform first aid, but she can't do real treatment and eradication...
"ah……"
If you can bring the dead back to life and you are not called a doctor, then what kind of person can be called a doctor?
"Hurry up, he is very weak."
Feng Qingchen glared coldly, looking quite majestic. Su Wenqing nodded quickly, hugged the boy and walked out. His steps were steady and strong, like a gust of wind, and disappeared into the morgue...
Su Wenqing left, and of course the official servants and gangsters he brought with him also left. The morgue became quiet again. The two official servants who brought Feng Qingchen immediately stepped forward and said with respect and flattery on their faces:
"Miss Feng?"
Feng Qingchen responded tiredly, her eyes fell on the body of her maid beside her, she touched her pocket, took out the remaining nine taels of silver, and handed it to the official:
"I only have so much. Buy me a thin coffin to bury her. If it's not enough, I'll owe you."
Feng Qingchen spoke frankly about his poverty and was not ashamed at all.
It is not shameful to have no money, but it is shameful not to work hard to make money.
Anyway, she also has a skill, so it shouldn't be difficult to make money.
With her little ability, she can't compete with the doctor for a job, but it shouldn't be difficult for her to get stab wounds, arrow wounds, etc. with the help of a smart bag.
Making money is just a matter of opportunity.
"That's enough, that's enough. Don't worry, Miss Feng. We will bury her properly." The two officials are also smart people. Seeing Feng Qingchen showing off his skills today, they knew that Feng Qingchen was not simple. With her skills,
I'm worried about not having enough money, and no one suffers from any of the three calamities. The last person I can't offend is the doctor.
"In that case, I'll leave first... If it's not enough, then go to Feng Mansion to find me."
Feng Qingchen dragged his tired body and walked back.
When she went out, the sun had already set, and before she knew it, she spent most of the day in the morgue.
The afterglow of the sun shone on her body, brushing away the moisture in the morgue. Feng Qingchen squinted her eyes slightly, enjoying the baptism of the sun, dragging her hungry and thirsty body towards Feng Mansion.
When she came, there were people paying attention all the way, but when she returned, she was extremely low-key. Feng Qingchen walked among the crowd, and no one noticed her presence.
After crossing three streets and arriving at Huangcheng East Street, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.
After walking through this street, you will arrive at Fengfu.
Looking at the people talking and laughing on both sides of the street, looking at the vendors and passers-by with satisfied smiles on their faces, Feng Qingchen slowed down unconsciously.
After rescuing a person, she felt good and looked forward to her future life.
While walking, I was thinking about my next life arrangements.
Feng Mansion doesn't have much food reserves and no money. Is it possible to sell the clothes that Feng Qingchen embroidered in the past?
No, no, she remembered that Feng Mansion also had a piano. How about selling that piano, she could always get some money.
While Feng Qingchen was thinking, he saw a carriage approaching quickly, with guards running fast on both sides of the carriage.
"Drive, drive... get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way quickly, Princess Anping's carriage, everyone else is dodging!"
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