Lan Jiuqing's eyes widened. Even now, this woman is still in the mood to worry about her precious hair. It's really...
Lan Jiuqing looked at the roof silently. He began to doubt Su Wenqing's words and his own judgment.
Is this Feng Qingchen really different? Can he really be saved? Did he seek medical attention due to his illness?
Maybe Feng Qingchen is really different, but that should also be a different kind of stupidity, right?
Feng Qingchen ignored Lan Jiuqing, fixed her hair, picked up the anesthetic, and injected it when Lan Jiuqing was not prepared.
The thin needle pierced the skin, and the cold liquid was injected into the body along the needle. Lan Jiuqing moved and reflexively avoided it, and at the same time reached out to hit Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen was well prepared, holding down Lan Jiuqing alone, with one side of his upper body barely able to avoid him.
Then he said with a serious and solemn face: "Don't move, I won't harm you. Since you choose to find me, then trust me and trust me with your life. You will not regret it."
As a doctor, she has this confidence, and she must have this confidence. Only when doctors have the confidence to save people, can the injured have the confidence to support themselves.
"Don't be clever, I have a thousand ways to make your life worse than death." Under Feng Qingchen's serious tone, Lan Jiuqing calmed down in cooperation.
Not long after, the anesthetic was injected. Feng Qingchen put the syringe into his sleeve, looked at Lan Jiuqing, and counted silently in his heart.
ten……
Nine……
eight……
…
"What... did you hit me?" Lan Jiuqing said sternly, but no matter what he heard, he felt that he was not powerful enough.
There was no other way. At this time, Lan Jiuqing was lying on the ground, unable to move at all. The anesthetic had taken effect, and his consciousness began to fade and he could no longer concentrate.
"Ma Fei San." Feng Qingchen said cooperatively, as if I was a good boy.
"Impossible." Lan Jiuqing denied without thinking.
In order to avoid being poisoned, he has been fed all kinds of poisons and poisons since he was a child. His resistance to poisons and poisons is a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary people, and Ma Fei San has no effect on him at all.
"This is an improved version. It is more powerful and more effective. Stop glaring at me. Su Wenqing is still here. My life is also in your hands. Don't worry. I don't dare to do anything to you. Give it to you.
Taking Ma Fei Powder is also for your benefit.
The wound on your body is on your heart. When I dig out the arrowhead, your life may be endangered if you move even a little. Since I have saved you, I must save you to the end and will never allow anything to happen to you." Feng Qingchen said very righteously.
stern.
Only she herself understood that she was afraid that the masked man would see her "weird" healing techniques, regard her as a witch, and then have her burned.
In order to prevent this from happening, she had no choice but to inject Lan Jiuqing with the largest dose of anesthetic.
That anesthetic can completely stun an elephant.
She didn't believe that Lan Jiuqing could handle it.
Hum hum, I let you drag me, I let you drive me crazy, just an anesthesia will do it.
Feng Qingchen felt a little evil.
"Woman, you are looking for death." Lan Jiuqing was furious. He mobilized his inner strength and broke through the suppression of the troublesome medicine. He picked up the sword on the side and called out to Feng Qingchen regardless of his injuries.
Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was alert and jumped quickly, standing close to the wall.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't mess around, I'm not from Xiamen University..."
Lan Jiuqing was seriously injured, and as the anesthetic took effect, he was helpless.
With a clang, the sword fell beside him, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move.
Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, patted his heart, comforted his frightened little heart, and said with a serious face:
"I don't mean to harm you. As a doctor...er, a doctor, I have my sense of responsibility and principles. You can rest assured that I will never make fun of the patient's life."
Lan Jiuqing didn't believe it at all and tried to raise the sword in his hand.
Feng Qingchen laughed in surprise and said quickly: "I said, don't move around. If you tear the wound and bleed to death, I will definitely not be responsible."
As a doctor, she hates patients who risk their lives the most.
If you don't care about your own life or death, how can you expect doctors to save you?
Besides, Feng Qingchen's medicine was so precious. It was unique in this time and space. Once it was used up, it would never be available again. She was kind enough to give it to him, but she actually made a fuss about it.
Huh, what a waste of medical resources!
Feng Qingchen saw Lan Jiuqing's eyes losing focus, and a flash of pride flashed in his eyes.
No matter how crazy you are, no matter how much you drag, everyone is equal in front of the doctor.
three……
two……
Feng Qingchen counted silently in her heart.
one……
fall.
Boom...
"Feng Qingchen, I remember you." Lan Jiuqing said through gritted teeth before unconsciousness.
Even though he was extremely unhappy, he couldn't resist the effects of the medicine and passed out.
"I finally fell." Feng Qingchen shook his head: "The more powerful a man is, the more trouble he will have. I hate dealing with guys like you who are not easy to mess with at first sight."
Feng Qingchen stepped forward and examined it carefully by the light of the night pearl. After confirming that Lan Jiuqing had indeed passed out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When Su Wenqing didn't come, Feng Qingchen activated the smart medical kit with a gentle press.
The smart medical kit began to scan Lan Jiuqing's whole body.
"Beep beep beep..."
Soon, the smart medical bag displayed the test results, and Feng Qingchen lowered his head to check.
The smart medical kit showed that this man was in very good health, with no other diseases and no genetic history.
The wound is three millimeters away from the left heart and needs to be treated as soon as possible, otherwise there will be life-threatening problems. At the same time, the smart medical kit reminds the patient that the patient's body temperature is too high and pay attention to the inflammation of the wound.
"The injury is not serious. It looks like it's just a minor operation." Feng Qingchen's uneasy heart finally returned to its original place.
She knew very well that Su Wenqing would definitely kill her if she didn't take care of the wounds of this man in black clothes and silver face.
Feng Qingchen stood up, leaned against the wall of the stone room and listened. After confirming that Su Wenqing had not returned, Feng Qingchen took out the equipment from the smart medical bag and drew blood for Lan Jiuqing and tested it.
The test results came out quickly. Lan Jiuqing had type O blood. Feng Qingchen didn't have to worry at all. This man would die from lack of blood.
The patient's blood type is very important. If the test results show that Lan Jiuqing has the extremely rare rh-negative blood type, she will want to die.
It's not that Feng Qingchen likes to think wildly, but that she has encountered such a thing before.
During the war in Afghanistan, she once removed a bullet for a soldier. The operation went very smoothly, but the soldier still died.
The cause of death was: excessive blood loss.
That soldier had rh-negative blood. There was no inventory of this blood type in the blood bank. And among the 30,000 people in the entire military camp, none of them had rh-negative blood. They could only watch the soldier lose his life...
At that moment, Feng Qingchen, who was used to seeing life and death, was weeping and tying the surgical knot.
A fresh life was lost because of blood.
Therefore, after seeing Lan Jiuqing's test results, Feng Qingchen was happy. Fortunately, this man would not lose his life because of his blood type.
Looking at Lan Jiuqing who was lying motionless on the ground, Feng Qingchen murmured:
"Did you know? You are really lucky. Your injury is only 3 millimeters away from your heart. No matter how skilled the Chinese medicine doctor is, he would not dare to do it.
For this kind of injury, in ancient times when medical technology was backward, the mortality rate was 80%. You are lucky to meet me, otherwise you only have a 20% chance of surviving. It’s not that Chinese medicine is bad, it’s Chinese and Western medicine.
They specialize in different directions, and Western medicine is better at treating trauma."
At this moment, the sound of very light footsteps came to his ears. Feng Qingchen knew that Su Wenqing was coming, so he immediately stuffed the relevant medical equipment back into the smart medical bag, squatted next to Lan Jiuqing, and pretended to be busy...