Feng Qingchen glanced at Fu Lin and did not answer his words. Instead, he lowered his head to fix the needle and adjusted the speed of the drip for Fu Lin.
After doing all this, Feng Qingchen said coldly: "Master Fu, you can't see with your eyes whether I am saving you or not. If it is not to save you, why am I here? You should know that if I
I can find countless reasons why I don’t want to come.”
How easy it is for a doctor to find a reason not to make a visit. The emperor must have been afraid that she would pretend to be sick, or that she was deliberately injured and unable to make a visit, so he asked Uncle Nine Emperors to go.
"I know." Fu Lin showed a pale smile, but his brows widened. He looked at Feng Qingchen and showed an incomprehensible smile.
"What do you know?" Feng Qingchen raised his eyebrows.
"I knew you would save me." Fu Lin said firmly.
Feng Qingchen nodded: "I will indeed save your life, but that's all. You should understand the injury on your foot. The wound is deeply rotten and the surrounding tissue is necrotic. It is difficult to heal."
Feng Qingchen removed the bandage on Fu Lin's leg with an expressionless expression, touching here and there, looking over there, completely unlike those imperial doctors who either looked shocked or disgusted and frowned when they saw Fu Lin's rotten wound.
Fu Lin couldn't see a trace of judgment about the wound on Feng Qingchen's face or eyes.
At this time, Fu Lin looked like an ordinary patient. He stared at Feng Qingchen nervously. When Feng Qingchen came to a conclusion, he saw Feng Qingchen staring at his wound for a long time without saying anything or showing any expression. Fu Lin felt anxious.
He asked: "How should I treat my leg? If you need anything, just ask, and I will have someone give you full cooperation."
Feng Qingchen paused for a moment, stopped checking the wound, looked up at Fu Lin, and announced coldly: "I didn't say your leg can be cured, I can save your life, but as for your leg, I'm sorry, I can't save it.
Already."
"What?" Fu Lin screamed, his pupils dilated violently, as if he wanted to kill someone.
Feng Qingchen took a step back to a safe area, ignoring Fu Lin's ferocious expression, and said again: "Master Fu, as you heard, your legs are rotten. I am a doctor, not a god, so I can't do it.
Bones, all I can do now is to save your life."
This is the promise she made in front of the emperor.
"Save my life. Without my legs, what's the use of my life?" Fu Linsheng bit his lip to bleed, and clenched his hands into fists, with bulging veins.
If he had a knife by his side, he would hold it without hesitation, put it on Feng Qingchen's neck, and force her to save her legs, but he didn't, so he could do nothing but look at Feng Qingchen.
Chen, tell Feng Qingchen his persistence.
"That is your business and has nothing to do with me. Mr. Fu, I can only save your life. You have two hours to consider. If you want to survive, I will amputate your injured leg."
"No, I don't accept it, let alone two hours, even two days and two nights, I won't agree to amputate my legs, Feng Qingchen, did you hear that, I don't agree, I don't agree." Fu
Lin grabbed the quilt with both hands and tried hard to restrain his murderous intention.
Fu Lin's muscles all over his body were stiff. Although he did not shake the infusion bottle vigorously, it caused the blood to flow back. Feng Qingchen frowned as he looked at the scarlet blood in the tube.
Fu Lin was in a very bad mood now and was subconsciously resisting her treatment. If she continued to be so cold-blooded, Fu Lin might think she was deliberately trying to cripple him.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, and stepped forward to hold Fu Lin's shoulders: "Fu Da, please don't move around. Please try to relax. I am a doctor, not a butcher, and I don't know how to do it.
There is no basis for the assembly. You can be dissatisfied with this result, or you can not accept it, but even if you are dissatisfied, you cannot take it out on your own body. Look at what you are like now."
Feng Qingchen took out a small mirror from the medicine box and placed it in front of Fu Lin. The mirror reflected Fu Lin's red eyes and ferocious and twisted face.
"I..." Fu Lin looked at the face full of hatred and unwillingness in the mirror and quickly looked away.
How could a descendant of the temple be so vulnerable? How could he become a great person in the future when such a trivial matter made him lose his mind?
Fu Lin twitched his stiff lips: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."
Within a few breaths, Fu Lin calmed down and his tense muscles relaxed. Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted the infusion tube. The infusion was soon able to be normal and there was no return of blood.
"It's okay, I understand." Feng Qingchen's voice was still cold, without a trace of emotion. From the beginning to the end, she was the calmest one. Even if she was dissatisfied with Fu Lin, she never said anything bad.
Seeing that Fulin had really calmed down, Feng Qingchen said again: "Master Fu, although we are each our own masters, at this moment I am just a doctor. When it comes to treating patients, I will only follow the principles of a doctor."
, starting from the actual condition, I will never exaggerate or delay deliberately. Your injury has worsened seriously, and I am really helpless. If you don’t believe me, you can ask someone else."
"No, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that I can't accept the fact that I will become disabled for a while. Feng Qingchen, please let me think about it." Fu Lin looked at his leg injury with a sad expression, and a feeling of sadness lingered around him.
color.
No one can accept being disabled, and Fu Lin is certainly not an example.
"You have two hours, think about it slowly." Feng Qingchen didn't say much, pulled up a chair, sat silently, took out a stack of paper, and wrote and drew there.
People who didn't know better thought she was worried about Fu Lin's injury. Only when they got closer did they realize that Feng Qingchen was actually changing Yun Xiao's surgical plan.
Although Fu Lin's injury was not serious, Feng Qingchen had seen so many injured and amputated patients that she really couldn't get nervous. There were a lot of soldiers who injured their arms and legs on the battlefield, and amputation surgeries were done every now and then. Although she was mainly focused on attacking
Cardiology and brain department, but she does most of this kind of amputation surgery.
Amputating a leg or an arm from time to time, although it is saving people, but if it is done too much, it feels like a doctor is a butcher. Sometimes Feng Qingchen also thinks that Western medicine is too limited.
Wherever it hurts, we treat it. Wherever there is a problem, we cut it off. The most common thing Western medicine does is to remove the necrotic parts of the human body to ensure that people can live. However, parts of the human body are non-regenerable, and the parts that are cut off can never be regenerated.
If it doesn't grow back, is it good or bad for the patient to cut off a part of his body in order to save his life?
Is it worth it?
Feng Qingchen paused with his pen tip and then continued writing.
She is just an ordinary doctor, not a member of a research institution. Even if she is willing to think about these problems, she may not be able to solve them. Instead of wasting time, it is better to do something substantial...
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