On March 3rd, the Peach Blossom Festival, those women had already dug a big hole, waiting for Feng Qingchen to jump into it.
Once Feng Qingchen falls into their trap, his reputation will truly be ruined and he will have no face to live in the world.
He originally didn't want to get involved in this matter. Although Feng Qingchen saved him yesterday, it violated his taboo. It was good that he didn't kill Feng Qingchen.
But today was different. Feng Qingchen had saved his life, so of course he couldn't just watch Feng Qingchen fall into the fire pit.
He, Lan Jiuqing, is not someone who refuses to repay kindness.
"Feng Qingchen, I, Lan Jiuqing, don't like to owe favors to people, especially to women. I will definitely repay your life-saving grace with my own hands." Lan Jiuqing secretly thought in his heart, then closed his eyes and stopped looking at Feng Qing.
Dust, but vigilantly observe the situation around you.
Feng Qingchen focused all her thoughts on Lan Jiuqing's injury, and had no idea that Lan Jiuqing would save her from the trouble she might encounter at the Peach Blossom Festival in a second.
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Although Lan Jiuqing's injury was not infected, it was completely torn. The catgut used for suturing was not only broken, but also embedded in the flesh.
Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and really wanted to throw away his hands and let this man fend for himself, but under Lan Jiuqing's coercion, he still obediently started picking them out for him one by one.
During this process, at Lan Jiuqing's request, Feng Qingchen did not anesthetize him, and just turned over and over in the bloody flesh.
The sharp medical forceps poked at the wound, and occasionally there would be a popping sound. Feng Qingchen knew how painful it was, but this man in black with a silver face did not even frown.
After cleaning up the broken wire, Feng Qingchen cleaned Lan Jiuqing's wound and prepared to remove the rotten flesh from the wound. The rotten flesh looked like it had been injured by a blunt object.
Lan Jiuqing did not say anything, and Feng Qingchen had no intention of asking. As a doctor, her professional ethics did not allow her to gossip too much, especially to care about issues that she could not care about.
"It might hurt a little. Just bear with it and don't move no matter what." Feng Qingchen's teeth were a little soft.
As a doctor, it is normal not to use anesthesia when the medicine is not enough, but at that time the doctor will try to divert the patient's attention, and even the patient himself will look away.
But what about the masked man?
He actually stared like this, as if Feng Qingchen's knife had not fallen on him.
for this person.
Feng Qingchen was so impressed that his ability to endure pain was extraordinary.
Of course, it’s limited to admiration.
"Do it." Lan Jiuqing didn't even frown, as if he couldn't feel the pain, but in fact, his face was pale in pain and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
Just as Feng Qingchen said, he can endure it.
He would rather be in pain than accept losing consciousness.
The feeling of having your life controlled by someone is really terrible.
"Just do it, why bother? Urgent!" Feng Qingchen muttered to himself.
She discovered that no matter how good your professionalism is, it will collapse when you encounter such an unreasonable patient.
Too uncooperative.
You're not afraid of pain, are you?
Okay, sister will be cruel and painful to you.
Feng Qingchen smiled slyly and picked up the largest scalpel.
It's a pity that she didn't have the last laugh. Lan Jiuqing was like a roundworm in her stomach. When Feng Qingchen just picked up the scalpel, he threatened without any emotion.
"Feng Qingchen, you'd better not pull any tricks. You know I'm not someone to be trifled with."
This is a threat.
Patients threaten doctors.
But... Feng Qingchen still accepted this threat.
Feng Qingchen slumped his shoulders and silently put down the big scalpel and replaced it with a smaller, sharper scalpel.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's deflated look, a faint smile flashed in Lan Jiuqing's eyes.
However, the moment Feng Qingchen turned around, he disappeared.
This time, holding the knife in one hand and the tweezers in the other, Feng Qingchen gently picked up the rotten flesh on the wound and carefully removed it one by one.
Because there was only one person, Feng Qingchen's movements were very slow. She had to cut it off once, so she loosened the tweezers, pinched away the rotten flesh, and then picked it up again.
Repeating this process is a tedious task for the doctor, and it is also a double pain for the injured.
But... this was really not Feng Qingchen's intention, but she had no choice.
Without a surgical assistant, what could she do if she was both a doctor and an assistant on her own?
If Lan Jiuqing is dissatisfied, he can do it himself.
There were no small calculations, Feng Qingchen looked magnanimous.
Although Lan Jiuqing gritted his teeth in pain, looking at Feng Qingchen's appearance, he couldn't say anything threatening.
Such a toss-up lasted half an hour.
Feng Qingchen's eyes were red and swollen, and his hands were trembling because he often held the knife and tweezers.
"I'm sorry, I need to take a rest, my hands can't continue." Feng Qingchen gave Lan Jiu an apologetic look, then put down the knife and tweezers, took off the medical gloves, and washed his hands five times over and over again.
, and then slowly rubbed his hands.
Feng Qingchen has never been a delicate person. If her hands were not so tired that she could not hold the scalpel, she would never be like this.
"Come here." Lan Jiuqing raised her fingers.
"Huh?" Feng Qingchen raised his head in confusion, his red eyes were like a rabbit's, shining with confusion, and he looked easy to deceive.
"Come here, don't make me say it a third time." This is how a man who is used to having everything under control can't tolerate rejection from others.
I don’t know why, but Feng Qingchen just passed by obediently.
"Are you okay? Does the wound hurt? It shouldn't happen?" Although Lan Jiuqing refused to take anesthesia, she applied painkilling medicine on the scalpel.
No matter how much she hates this masked man, she can't be sorry for her profession.
Doctors cannot bring personal feelings into their work.
Even if her enemy is lying on the operating table, she must save her; even if he is a heinous murderer, she must save him.
This is a doctor. In his eyes, there are only diseases that can be saved and patients that cannot be saved.
Good and evil are decided by the judiciary.
"Stretch out your hand." Lan Jiuqing's words were very natural.
"What for?" Feng Qingchen was puzzled, but at Lan Jiuqing's insistence, he still reached out obediently.
Cool, delicate and smooth.
Hands are like catkins, this word is not wrong at all to describe Feng Qingchen's hands.
Lan Jiuqing held it in his hand, somewhat reluctant to part with it.
Feng Qingchen frowned unhappily: "Let go."
Her hands are more important than her face. If she is injured, her career as a doctor will be ruined. Surgeons rely on their hands for a living. If this hand falls on Lan Jiuqing's hand, if he exerts too much force, she will die.
Crap.
Lan Jiuqing ignored Feng Qingchen, but took Feng Qingchen's hand and started to massage it carefully.
Lan Jiuqing massaged very skillfully and with just the right amount of force.
"So comfortable." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but exclaim softly.
This is better than the technique taught to her by the old Chinese doctor, and it instantly relieves the pain.
"Hero, can you teach me? My hands are often sore. If I learn how to do it, I won't have to trouble anyone in the future." Feng Qingchen smiled like a flower and looked friendly, almost calling Lan Jiuqing a brother-in-law.
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This woman really makes it easier to get up early.
Lan Jiuqing rolled her eyes (6) in displeasure.
"You won't learn even if I teach you."
"How is it possible? I'm a medical student, and your techniques are not particularly good. How could I not be able to learn it? It's just that the strength is difficult to control." Feng Qingchen deserves to be a medical major. As soon as Lan Jiuqing took action, she
You'll understand why.
The key point is that strength, which is warm and hot, goes straight into the muscles and veins.
If she learns it, she will definitely be able to greatly reduce the fatigue of her hands, and she will no longer have to worry about being unable to hold the scalpel.
"..." Lan Jiuqing said nothing, only looked up at Feng Qingchen, his eyes were deep and meaningful.
"No, no, I won't learn anymore." Feng Qingchen was so frightened that she immediately withdrew her hand, only to find that her hands were held tightly by Lan Jiuqing, and she couldn't move them...