Blindfolded and walking in the airtight secret passage, Feng Qingchen's face looked quite ugly, but he couldn't say anything and could only let Su Wenqing pull him forward bitterly.
I am a fish and meat, and others are a knife and a knife. In such a situation, she can only tolerate it.
"Miss Feng, don't worry. I won't do anything to you. I just ask you to save someone. As long as you save this person, I will pay you whatever medical fee you want."
Su Wenqing held Feng Qingchen's soft and cold fingers, and couldn't help but feel a surge in her heart.
Feng Qingchen's hands were beautiful. The fingers were cold, tender and smooth, and felt quite soft and boneless. But they were not completely weak. The tight fingertips told Su Wenqing that these hands were definitely not like that.
The beauty of spring water is not touched by ten fingers.
"..." Feng Qingchen said nothing, letting Su Wenqing pull her with a dark face. Anyone who slept well would not be happy if someone kidnapped him.
Besides, she kept saying that she was not a doctor, but Su Wenqing didn't believe her.
Moreover, the warmth and sweat coming from her hands disgusted her even more. She hated that her hands were so slippery that she could not hold the scalpel. And Feng Qingchen, who could not even hold the scalpel, still
Feng Qingchen?
She hated having her hands touched the most, but she had to lower her head when they were under the eaves.
"Miss Feng, please keep this matter a secret. No one can tell it, otherwise..." Seeing that he was about to go to the secret room, Su Wenqing reminded him again.
"Don't worry, I slept well at home tonight. I didn't go anywhere." Feng Qingchen is a man of the Tao.
In her previous life, she was also kidnapped to get bullets for a gang boss. The fact that she came out safe and sound had a lot to do with her practical knowledge.
Su Wenqing nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, we're here. I'll untie the black cloth on your head now. No matter what you see next, don't make a sound."
Feng Qingchen nodded, but the smell of blood in the air made Feng Qingchen frown.
It seemed that the injured person was seriously injured, but fortunately, it was probably a traumatic injury.
There is no way, what she, Feng Qingchen, is best at is external injuries, but she is really incompetent if she suffers internal injuries.
After taking off the black cloth, Feng Qingchen blinked and adjusted to the light in the secret room.
The walls of the secret room were also inlaid with luminous pearls for lighting. Looking at the huge luminous pearls, and then thinking of the candles in Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen cursed in his heart: Big dog!
"Ahem..."
Looking at Feng Qingchen who was staring at Ye Mingzhu in a daze, Su Wenqing reminded him dutifully that he had already seen Jiu Qing's dissatisfied eyes.
Jiu Qing has always hated women, so it is no longer easy for him to accept Feng Qingchen pulling out arrows for him.
"Is he the injured person?" Feng Qingchen pointed at Lan Jiuqing, who was on the ground and exuded a cold air, repelling people thousands of miles away.
His aura is so strong despite being injured. This man is really scary. I have seen so many men, and I think the Nine Emperors Uncle is the best. Although he is cold and distant, he is kind-hearted.
"It's him, wounded in the heart, an arrow wound." Su Wenqing looked worried, Jiu Qing's breath was a little unstable, hurry up...
Nothing can happen to Jiu Qing.
Ignoring Lan Jiuqing's refusal, Feng Qingchen stepped forward and squatted beside Lan Jiuqing. He was about to reach out to check his pupils and other vital signs, but he didn't want to.
The dying Lan Jiuqing suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand. The speed of his move showed no lag that an injured person should have.
"Woman, don't touch me."
He didn't hide his disgust at all.
"Let go." Feng Qingchen's wrist hurt, and she pulled her hand back with all her strength, but found that she couldn't move it, and stared at Lan Jiuqing's mask angrily.
This man still has the energy to dislike her, and it seems he won't die.
"Don't be too curious." Lan Jiuqing shook off Feng Qingchen's hand and said lightly.
Feng Qingchen rubbed his aching right hand, and his tone was a little cold and distant.
"I'm not interested in what you look like under the mask. I'm just doing a routine check. But seeing as you're so strong, you're definitely not going to die... Also, it's a good thing you're not very strong now, otherwise you'd be dead if you hurt my right hand.
Already."
Her hands are more important than her face, and hitting her hands is more serious than hitting her face.
She, Feng Qingchen, relies on her hands for food.
"Woman, you have to be lucky that I didn't use all my strength, otherwise you would have died just now."
Lan Jiuqing's words were not exaggerated. A woman once tried to touch Lan Jiuqing, but unfortunately she didn't even touch the corner of her clothes and was split in half by Lan Jiuqing.
He is not a merciful master.
"Miss Feng, my friend doesn't like to be in contact with others. His injury..." Su Wenqing stepped forward to smooth things over.
He had seen the power of a two-faced girl like Feng Qingchen today.
Feng Qingchen, who usually seemed quite amiable, seemed to be a completely different person once he got involved in matters related to treating diseases and saving people.
Rigorous, indifferent, confident and stubborn.
However, Feng Qingchen was very beautiful at that time.
"If he can't die, find a big table, put him on the table, prepare a basin of water, and put a few more night-light pearls in the room. It's not bright enough. Also... if possible, I need you to find a few people to smoke for me.
Blood."
Although Feng Qingchen doesn't like Lan Jiuqing's attitude very much, she will never be vague when it comes to saving people. She, Feng Qingchen, will not joke with human life. This is her principle as a doctor.
In front of life, everyone is equal.
"Ah? You want to draw blood?" Su Wenqing could understand the previous one, but the second one could not.
What do you want human blood for?
"Do as I say, go out now...get ready." Feng Qingchen said majestically.
Su Wenqing glanced at Lan Jiuqing, and after getting Lan Jiuqing's agreement, he said: "Okay."
He turned around and left, leaving the secret room to Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing.
This was not because he believed Feng Qingchen, and Su Wenqing knew very well that even if he was injured, it would be easy for Jiu Qing to kill Feng Qingchen.
As soon as Su Wenqing left, Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing were the only two people left in the room. Feng Qingchen untied the black cloth bag tied to his calf. In the black cloth bag were three scalpels, an anesthetic, and
Some gauze, needle and thread for suturing, and gloves.
Feng Qingchen put the things in front of Lan Jiuqing and said seriously: "I'm just a doctor, I only save people. I don't ask who you are, and please don't ask me what method I used. I won't reveal it.
As for your identity and what happened tonight, please don’t let anyone know for a second time how I treated your wounds.”
This point is very important and must be explained.
"Are these knives used to save me?" Lan Jiuqing didn't believe it at all.
The function of a knife is to kill people, not to save people.
"Well, the knife is used to take out the arrowhead from your wound, and the needle and thread are used to suture your wound. Since you choose to find me, then please trust me."
Feng Qingchen explained calmly that if she hadn't been temporarily kidnapped by Su Wenqing, how could she have been in such trouble.
Feng Qingchen decided that the first thing he would do after returning was to make a medical box and put all the medicines he used daily in it.
Otherwise, it would be too inconvenient to take things out of the smart medical bag. Once someone discovers it, it will be a big trouble.
Lan Jiuqing looked at Feng Qingchen, who was serious and confident, and nodded mysteriously: "Okay, Feng Qingchen, I believe you once, don't let me down."
You have already disappointed me once, (6) if you disappoint me again this time, then you will not have to live anymore.
Under the mask, Lan Jiuqing's eyes exuded cold murderous intent.
Under Lan Jiuqing's gaze, Feng Qingchen took out the suture thread, twisted it into a thin rope, rolled up the long hair, and carefully fixed the hair scattered around the ears to prevent it from falling.
Feng Qingchen did the action of combing her hair slowly and carefully. At this time, she was a doctor, professional and rigorous, and did not let any detail affect the effect of the treatment.
This woman? She's crazy.
A message to readers: It’s the third update, I’m writing a side story about Phoenix Wrong, all kinds of pressure. I drank coffee as tea.