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083 Regret
Although a person is busy, he can be highly concentrated. Feng Qingchen was completely devoted to her work, and the pain in her back was completely ignored by her.
Feng Qingchen stood up straight, her eyes red. At this moment, she only saw the patient.
Scalpels, hemostats, and tweezers appeared in her hands in turn, and balls of bloody cotton balls were thrown aside.
When...the arrowhead inside Sun Yijin's body was also dug out.
The arrowhead is dug out, the pressure is lost, and the blood pressure naturally spurts out. This is not life-threatening.
Feng Qingchen breathed out, hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed again, without the hard life of a surgical assistant.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, pressed his hands on the wound, applied force, and applied force again, until the blood from the wound stopped spurting out, and Feng Qingchen began to perform subsequent treatment.
Cleaning, stopping the bleeding, applying medicine, and suturing were all done in one go. After finishing all of this, Feng Qingchen felt as if he had been fished out of the water, and his whole body was covered in sweat.
But Feng Qingchen didn't even dare to take a breath, and continued working without stopping for a moment.
Next is the wound on the face.
The injuries on Sun Yijin's face looked scary, but in fact the biggest wound, the bloody hole on his forehead, did not hurt any vital parts.
As long as the wound is cleaned and sutured, there won't be much of a problem.
Of course, it is inevitable that the face will be broken, even if Feng Qingchen tried his best to hide the wound under his hair.
For the wound on my forehead, I can only see if I can undergo related cosmetic surgery in the future.
After taking care of the trauma, Feng Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Sun Yijin only had a concussion and only needed to take good care of himself. If the brain injury was such as intracranial hematoma, Feng Qingchen would not be able to relax so easily.
As for the injuries to the lungs and chest congestion, Feng Qingchen was unable to deal with them for the time being.
Although there were corresponding medicines and equipment in the medical bag, the light in her room was too dark, and she was severely exhausted today, so she could not continue the operation at all.
The body is the capital of revolution. She did not want to die on the operating table. Her hand could no longer hold the scalpel.
At this time, Feng Qingchen missed Lan Jiuqing extremely. Last time, Lan Jiuqing gently pressed her hands, which relieved the fatigue of her hands, but now?
Feng Qingchen sighed feebly. Not to mention massaging her hands, she was satisfied just to have a rest.
Dragging his tired body, Feng Qingchen simply packed away the medicines in the room.
After confirming that Sun Yijin's condition was stable, Feng Qingchen sat aside and waited for Sun Yijin to finish the infusion and take a good rest.
Sometimes he massaged his hands, but the more he massaged his hands, the more he missed Lan Jiuqing's skills.
Feng Qingchen simply refused and stood up to write the doctor's orders.
If the subsequent rest and recovery were left to other doctors, the effect might be better. Feng Qingchen still had great trust in the traditional Chinese medicine of this era.
After the doctor's order was written, Sun Yijin also finished the infusion. After putting away the infusion bottle and blood bag, Feng Qingchen was about to go find Zhou Xing and ask him to find a good doctor. But as soon as he walked out of the small hospital, he discovered
…
Her courtyard was surrounded by officials, and Yuwen Yuanhua's soldiers confronted the officials, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Yuwen Yuanhua did his part, standing in the middle with an angry look on his face.
"What happened?" Feng Qingchen had a bad premonition.
Yuwen Yuanhua personally took action, but he still couldn't stop it. I'm afraid today is going to be a disaster.
Sure enough, as soon as Feng Qingchen came out, the official in Feiyu brocade clothes walked out from behind the crowd. Wherever he went, the officials moved out of the way with respectful expressions on their faces.
The visitor stopped in front of Feng Qingchen, showed a token arrogantly, and said coldly: "Feng Qingchen, I am Lu Shaolin, the commander-in-chief of the Blood Clothes Guards. You are suspected of murdering Miss Sun Mansion. Please come with us.
"
After saying that, he didn't give Feng Qingchen a chance to speak at all, and directly asked people to put the shackles on her.
"What?" Feng Qingchen didn't react for a long time. It wasn't until the anklet rubbed against the injury on her ankle that she found her voice.
Blood-clad guard?
What kind of organization is that? There was a Jin Yiwei in the Ming Dynasty. Are the Blood Yiwei and Jin Yiwei of the Dongling Dynasty similar?
Feng Qingchen looked at Yu Wenyuanhua and wanted to ask for evidence. Yuwen Yuanhua thought that Feng Qingchen was asking him for help, so he shook his head feebly: "Feng Qingchen, the blood-clothed guards are handling the case. Even I can't get involved, so take care of yourself."
If you join the Blood Guards, no matter whether you are guilty or not, you will be sentenced first. Even if you come out alive, you will have to lose half your life.
I have to say that Princess Anping’s move was really cruel, and she framed her with both nose and eyes.
Lu Shaolin sneered, looking extremely gloomy in this dark night: "Miss Feng, don't expect anyone to save you. No one can save you after entering the blood-clothed guards. What's more, your case, witness, and material evidence are all there. Then
It's an ironclad case. Miss Feng, you can remain silent now, and you will naturally have a chance to speak when you get to the Blood Guards."
After saying that, he raised his hand to the person behind him, and Feng Qingchen was escorted into the prison car.
Feng Qingchen was startled for a moment, then nodded cooperatively.
She did not shout that she was wronged, nor did she shout that I did not kill anyone, because she knew very well that this was all a meaningless struggle.
What are official duties? They are legal bandits. They take you away. It doesn’t matter whether you are wronged or not. If you have the strength to cry out, you might as well conserve your strength to cope with the next thing.
Even Yu Wenyuanhua didn't notice. The strength of this blood-clothed guard frightened Feng Qingchen. At the same time, he also knew that he might be in for a disaster this time.
The moment she got on the prison car, Feng Qingchen suddenly remembered that she was a doctor and she had patients on her hands: "Wait a minute."
"Miss Feng." Lu Shaolin snorted dissatisfied.
"I only want to say a few words." Feng Qingchen ignored Lu Shaolin's cold eyes and smiled.
Lu Shaolin was stunned.
Looking at the Dongling Dynasty, there is no one who is not afraid of him. The first-level officials all look frightened when they see him. This Feng Qingchen is quite interesting.
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen nodded lightly, turned to Zhou Xing and said, "Zhou Xing, I have almost taken care of Miss Sun's injury. I have also written down the precautions and placed them in the wooden box beside my bed.
You can find a doctor for Miss Sun tomorrow and ask him to diagnose and treat Miss Sun again. Go to Su Wenqing to take care of your matter. He will help you take care of it. If you want to live in Feng Mansion, you can continue to live in it. If you don’t want to live in it, just leave it deserted.
Go ahead. Also, if you have time, go to the palace and tell the eldest son that Feng Qingchen owes him something that can only be repaid in the next life."
This can be regarded as an explanation of the funeral arrangements.
"Sister..." Zhou Xing clenched his hands into fists.
Up to this point, you are still thinking about others.
Would such a proud woman die under such a despicable conspiracy?
"General Yuwen, I won't thank you for your kindness, but Feng Qingchen won't have the chance to repay your kindness, so I'll say goodbye."
After saying that, Feng Qingchen got into the prison car without any urging from officials. This cooperative gesture made all the blood-clad guards rub their eyes in shock.
This Miss Feng would not think that Xueyiwei was going to invite her to drink tea. Even if it was tea, Xueyiwei's tea would not taste good.
Yuwen Yuanhua and Zhou Xing just watched helplessly as Feng Qingchen was taken away by the blood-clad guards.
When Su Wenqing and Wang Qi arrived, they happened to encounter the blood-clothed guards leading Feng Qingchen out of Feng Mansion. The two of them hurriedly stepped forward, but Lu Shaolin did not give them face at all:
"Young Master Wang, Young Master Su, don't blame Lu for not reminding you two that it's better for you to stay less involved in the blood-clothed guards' errands, otherwise you'll get into trouble and no one can protect you."
"Feng Qingchen." Su Wenqing and Wang Qi took a step back and looked at Feng Qingchen with despair.
None of the people taken away by the blood-clad guards has come out alive to this day.
"I..." Feng Qingchen wanted to say "It's okay", but couldn't say anything. He could only say to Wang Qi: "Wang Qi, tell the eldest son for me that Feng Qingchen is sorry for him. I'm afraid there will be no regrets in this life."
Opportunity restored his sight."
How could she be fine? You know, what awaits her next will be the cruel punishment of the Blood-clad Guards.
Although she didn't know what kind of organization the Blood-clothed Guards of the Dongling Dynasty were, seeing that Yu Wenyuanhua didn't dare to compete with them, she understood that the horror of the Blood-clothed Guards was beyond her imagination.
After entering the Blood Guards, even if she comes out alive, will she be able to hold a scalpel again?
As the prison car drove towards the prison of the Bloody Guards, Feng Qingchen helplessly closed her eyes, hiding the unwillingness and pain in her eyes.
Time and time again, she never learned well.
He died at the hands of the powerful in his previous life, and he is on the same path again in this life...