Feng Qingchen was famous for her boldness in the imperial city. An orphan girl dared to provoke the queen and kill beggars. She grew up rapidly in rumors and gained the favor of the most noble Nine Emperors Uncle in Dongling. Every move she made was
It's something people talk about.
Whether it was escaping from the queen's hands or ordering the beheading of troublemaking beggars on the street, there was a huge fuss. Many imperial doctors present knew about it, but they only heard that the group saw that Feng Qingchen's sword skills were comparable to Ling Chi's.
, all the imperial doctors understand what it means to be bold.
"Girl, that's human flesh. Can you not be so neat when you cut it?"
"Girl, those are blood vessels. Can you not cut them so fast?"
"Girl, that's flesh and blood. Can you stop being so still when you reach out your fingers to search for blood vessels?"
"Girl..."
There is absolutely no beauty in dealing with trauma. Feng Qingchen is used to staying in the military camp, and his methods are simple and rough. He just wants to achieve the best effect as quickly as possible. As for whether it is too bloody, Feng Qingchen has never done it.
Don't consider it.
The blood-stained bandages were in clumps, and the rotten flesh on the silver plate was accumulating more and more. People who didn't know better thought that Feng Qingchen was dismembering the body.
It’s so bloody!
Vomit... Several young imperial doctors couldn't help but retched. The King of Qing gave an unhappy look, which frightened the medical doctors and quickly covered their mouths.
Of the dozen or so doctors present, only three were good at treating injuries. Apart from these three, the other doctors didn't look very good-looking.
However, they are people who know what they are doing. When they saw Feng Qingchen's technique, they knew that Feng Qingchen's move was extraordinary. Although they felt a little disgusted, they still tried their best to stretch their necks and move forward. When the King of Qing was not paying attention, he would
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"If the blood vessel that Miss Feng extracted was not sutured, it would definitely leave the root of the disease in the future."
"That's right. Miss Feng is very serious. She even picked out the bits of rotten meat on the bones. Her look was really good."
"It's not that Miss Feng has good eyesight. Didn't you see that she was taking a photo with a small object in her hand? I doubt that thing can be enlarged. Do you still remember that Miss Feng engraved the words on the rice?"
"It makes sense, it makes sense. This is really a good thing. It would be great if I could buy it." An imperial doctor coveted the microscope in Feng Qingchen's hand.
"You can see such thin blood vessels, and you can also insert needles. Miss Feng's hands are so skillful. I used to look down on women who could only hold needles. Now it seems that needles and threads can save lives if used well."
The bearded old doctor had a look of emotion on his face. Looking at him like this, he might have learned acupuncture from his wife or daughter when he got home.
The King of the Qing Dynasty has been trying to memorize Feng Qingchen's method, thinking that after returning, he will talk to the doctors in the army to see if those doctors can learn to use it. If Feng Qingchen's method of treating trauma becomes popular in the army, then
There will be far fewer soldiers dying of injuries.
The King of Qing had no time to take care of these imperial doctors, and the discussions among the imperial doctors became louder and louder. Feng Qingchen focused all his attention on Fu Lin's injured leg, and did not notice the outside world at all, until beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
, and then said: "Here, someone, help me wipe the sweat off my forehead."
This sentence was like a curse, scaring all the imperial doctors into silence immediately. King Qing suddenly stood up, and Fu Lin's eyes became clear again.
Everyone made a movement, but no one came forward to wipe Feng Qingchen's sweat. Seeing that the beads of sweat were about to fall off, Feng Qingchen urged him again.
"Okay." Several imperial doctors who were closer heard this and stepped forward quickly, but there was one person who was a step faster than him.
"I'll do it." King Qing strode forward, yelling at him to fight for the imperial doctor, and took out the brocade handkerchief he carried with him.
Feng Qingchen raised his head in time so that King Qing could wipe it easily.
There was no makeup on her fair face, and her eyes were clear and bright, like ink dots. They were serious and focused. King Qing felt that his heartbeat had skipped a beat.
He stretched out his hand to wipe Feng Qingchen's sweat blankly, and then pulled it back blankly. King Qing didn't even know how he accomplished this action. He only knew that Feng Qingchen lowered his head again and treated Fu Lin's wound. Then
The look of concentration is as if there is only such a small space between heaven and earth.
For a moment, King Qing found that he was jealous. He was jealous of the wound that could get Feng Qingchen's full attention, but he was even more jealous of the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Prince Qing couldn't help but wonder, what would happen to him if he was looked at by Feng Qingchen's focused eyes?
Just thinking about it, King Qing felt his heartbeat speed up, too fast to control.
how so!
King Qing panicked and quickly retracted his mind, wanting to escape and stay far away from Feng Qingchen, but when he raised his head, he saw Fu Lin looking at Feng Qingchen with focused and serious eyes, that kind of look...
Very hot!
Fu Lin him...
King Qing looked at Fu Lin and then at Feng Qingchen.
He admitted that Feng Qingchen's serious look was very charming, and he admitted that his heart had been moved for a moment just now, but his reason told him that this kind of heartbeat was inappropriate because Feng Qingchen was from the Nine Emperors Uncle.
He can appreciate and admire, but he cannot admire, otherwise there will be only death waiting for him.
Ziluo was a lesson learned from the past. A prince who was favored was thrown into the dust in an instant, and his uncle's family was completely cut off by the Nine Emperors Uncle. He could not afford to offend an opponent like the Nine Emperors Uncle.
It would be fine if Fulin was just grateful to Feng Qingchen for saving his life. If he had other ideas, then Fulin's fate would be even worse. Fulin was not the prince's grandson, and his ninth uncle would never show mercy.
Prince Qing quickly retracted his thoughts, calmed his disordered heartbeat, and silently stepped aside, wiping Feng Qingchen's sweat when she needed it. Other than that, Prince Qing did not think about anything else.
Ever since he was a child, he has understood very well what his duty is. As a prince who has no support from his mother's family and is not favored by his father, if he wants to survive, he must stick to his duty and not do anything wrong.
It was already dark when King Qing stopped, which meant that Feng Qingchen didn't clean up Fulin's wounds until dark, and by this time, Fulin had already passed out.
After tying the knot and sticking the tape, Feng Qingchen stood up with a pale face and blood all over her body. The high-intensity work was very energy-consuming. Although Feng Qingchen could still persist, she was really tired.
After beating her legs, Feng Qingchen took out the syringe and needle from the medicine box, took out the medicine, and injected an injection into Fulin's arm. At the same time, he gave Fulin glucose, and took out anti-inflammatory and antipyretic medicine and put it on his arm.
On the small table, the doctors were told how to take care of Fu Lin next.
That's all she can do. Next, she has to rely on Fu Lin herself. Whether she can survive or not is not decided by her, but by God.
Seeing that Feng Qingchen looked tired, King Qing did not force her to stay and take care of Fulin. King Qing personally sent Feng Qingchen back to Feng Mansion before returning to the palace.
As soon as he entered the door, the housekeeper came forward and handed over an exquisite post: "Miss, Mr. Su has sent a greeting note."
"Master Su? Su Wenqing?"
"Yes." The old housekeeper nodded.
Feng Qingchen took the post, opened it, and smiled...
Tomorrow evening, it will indeed be dark.
A message to readers: This is the fifth update, and I plan to write out the plot of eating in a greenhouse on Valentine’s Day. The result... you can imagine it by yourself!
Dear babies, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day, and that you can get married to your destined partner as soon as possible, and that you don't have to be forced to get married during the holidays, hahaha~~