Even without going out, Feng Qingchen knew that the opponent was coming fiercely and had extremely strong fighting power. If the guards of the other courtyard could withstand it for two hours, they would have to pay a huge price.
In the operating room, Feng Qingchen tried his best to speed up, not even daring to take a breath for fear of wasting time.
The atmosphere in the operating room was no less than that of the battlefield, even more tense than the battlefield. Apart from the sound of ticking instruments and infusion, there was only the sound of Feng Qingchen wielding a knife. Feng Qingchen used the scalpel to its full potential...
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Perhaps because of the war outside, or perhaps because of his eagerness to save people, Feng Qingchen showed unprecedented potential, and his hand speed was so fast that Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji couldn't even see clearly.
Of course, the burst of potential does not come without a price. An hour later, Feng Qingchen's face turned pale, his wrists were shaking slightly, and Feng Qingchen could feel the pain in his tendons.
Under the condition of high mental stress, Feng Qingchen was severely exhausted both physically and mentally. Sun Sixing saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart, fearing that Feng Qingchen would collapse on the operating table from exhaustion before the operation was over...
Sun Sixing wanted to remind Feng Qingchen countless times not to fight so hard, but he choked back the words. He knew that it was useless to persuade him at this time. The explosions outside did not stop at all. His master could not relax. The only thing he could do now was
All he can do is pray that Uncle Nine Emperors can buy more time for Master.
Feng Qingchen knew that he was about to lose his strength. Although his body had been well-trained, it was still weak after all. He didn't feel it when he was undergoing craniotomy. But he was doing a very physical operation like cardiac surgery. He was not physically strong enough.
It's quite obvious that it's weak.
Huh... Feng Qingchen took the opportunity to take a breath and blinked her sore eyes. The heart repair had reached the final moment. She must hold on and never collapse on the operating table, wasting all her efforts.
Feng Qingchen did not dare to relax, so he could only slow down his hand speed slightly. Now Sun Sixing and the others could clearly see what Feng Qingchen was doing. Watching Feng Qingchen repair the prince's damaged heart one by one, they had no choice but to
Feng Qingchen has a pair of skillful hands, truly skillful in winning the Heavenly Palace.
Sun Sixing and Chi Lianshui watched without blinking. When Feng Qingchen cut off the surgical thread, Sun Sixing exclaimed: "Success!"
Although the prince's heartbeat has not yet recovered, Sun Sixing is certain that Feng Qingchen's surgery was quite successful.
"Yes, the operation was successful!" Phew... Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile finally appeared on her tense pretty face.
She was very satisfied with the successful completion of the operation under such simple conditions.
"Master, congratulations." If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Sun Sixing would have jumped up for joy. This is definitely a historic moment and a major breakthrough in medical skills.
Chi Lianshui and Guo Baoji were also very excited. This was something they only dared to think about, but Feng Qingchen proved with practice that it can be done.
Feng Qingchen's smile disappeared in an instant like an epiphyllum, and he said seriously: "It's too early to congratulate you. The operation was successful, but it doesn't mean that the prince will be fine. The other hospital is not safe, and the prince will not be properly taken care of."
, I don’t know if there will be infection and inflammation after surgery, if..."
Feng Qingchen bit his lip and choked on the words: "Okay, no more of this, I still need to sew up the incision, Si Xing, please pack up everything here, we will definitely leave directly when we get together."
people."
"Yes, Master." Feng Qingchen's words shocked Sun Sixing and the other three. If the prince died of postoperative complications because he was not properly cared for after the operation, they would definitely go crazy.
Feng Qingchen was calm, and only focused on doing her own thing. As I said before, she had done everything she could, and she couldn't control other things. Although she was pessimistic about letting fate happen, sometimes she could only do her best and obey fate.
There was still a quarter of an hour before the two hours, Feng Qingchen tied a surgical knot on the prince's heart, and the centipede-like suture told Sun Sixing and the others that the operation was officially over!
At the same moment, the people sent by the emperor also rushed through the last line of defense of the other courtyard and reached the shore. Although there were not many people, this also showed the success of the other party.
"Uncle Nine, we can't hold on much longer." Dongling Ziqing also knew at this time that Uncle Nine Emperors didn't really want to fight with the opponent, but just wanted to buy time for the prince.
"Hold on for another quarter of an hour." He was still cold and calm. Uncle Nine Emperors never panicked from beginning to end. After Feng Qingchen for two hours, he would definitely do it.
"Okay." Dongling Ziqing gritted his teeth, pulled out the sword from his waist, his eyes were red, and he said solemnly: "Uncle Jiu, if I die, please, please, for the sake of my uncle and nephew.
Come on, take care of Brother Huang. Brother Emperor will never argue with you, Uncle Jiu."
Dongling Ziqing wanted to fight for that quarter of an hour for the prince with his life.
Uncle Nine Emperors did not respond, but took a deep look at Dongling Ziqing, and said that he did not agree or refuse. Dongling Ziqing slightly bent his knees and was about to kneel down to plead for the prince. At this moment, the soldiers outside the operating room
He ran over quickly and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, Miss Feng can retreat."
Can we retreat?
Dongling Ziqing was stunned for a moment, and after he came to his senses, he shouted ecstatically: "Uncle Jiu, Brother Huang is fine, Brother Huang is fine."
"I know, Zi Qing, please lead someone to escort the prince and his party to retreat, and I will cut off the queen." Uncle Nine Emperor's expression changed slightly, but there was not much joy or shock on his face, as if this was the most ordinary person.
But the news.
He always believed in Feng Qingchen.
"No, Uncle Jiu, I'll cut off the queen, you go first." Dongling Ziqing was happy, and he still had some sense. People who cut off the queen are definitely in danger, and no one can guarantee whether there will be other accidents.
"Are you sure you can hold them back?" It's not that Uncle Nine Emperors looks down on Dongling Ziqing. Dongling Ziqing may be good at leading troops in battle, but this is not a simple battlefield. Dongling Ziqing is not familiar with the conditions in other courtyards and cannot do anything about it.
Give full play to the advantages of other hospitals.
"I..." Dongling Ziqing opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he obeyed the Nine Emperors Uncle's words. Under the protection of his personal soldiers, he met Feng Qingchen, the prince and his entourage, and prepared to go down the mountain through the secret passage.
In Cunning Rabbit's Three Caves, when the Nine Emperors Uncle was building the villa, he considered that there would be more than one way out if the emperor discovered it.
When Dongling Ziqing rushed to the operating room, Feng Qingchen had already packed up the prince. Four skilled soldiers carried the stretcher and held it steady. A drop bottle was hung on the stretcher so that it would not affect the prince's infusion.
"Miss Feng, how is my imperial brother?" Dongling Ziqing stepped forward quickly and looked at the unconscious prince lying on the stretcher with a worried look on his face.
"The operation went well. The prince is fine now. If he wakes up within six hours, it means there will be no problem." Feng Qingchen motioned to Dongling Ziqing to stay away from the prince.
"His Royal Highness Prince Qing, there is blood on your body. You are too close to the Crown Prince. There is a knife wound on the Crown Prince's body. Please step away." Feng Qingchen's tone was not kind, but direct. Dongling Ziqing, you are too dirty. Get away!
It wasn't that Feng Qingchen had a bad temper, she was really worried. The prince came out of the operating room and couldn't be sent to the ICU ward, even if it had to be bumpy along the way. Feng Qingchen was not only worried that the prince would have postoperative infection, birth complications, etc.
, and even worried about the wound splitting, leading to heart bleeding and death.
It was really all kinds of troubles. If Feng Qingchen hadn't been calm enough, she would have given up long ago. All kinds of bad luck had happened to her...
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