016 Begging

Repeating it over and over again, but without any effect.

Feng Qingchen wanted to give up this most stupid method, just give the patient anesthesia, then use a scalpel to open the throat and take out the foreign object.

Feng Qingchen knew very well that the boy's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker. If the foreign body could not be removed in time, he would have to perform surgery as soon as possible, otherwise he would really die.

Should I propose surgery or insist?

Two thoughts kept spinning in Feng Qingchen's mind. While repeating the previous actions, Feng Qingchen was thinking about how to convince Su Wenqing.

But just as she was about to talk to Su Wenqing about the surgery, Dong Ling Ziluo's contemptuous look flashed through her mind, as well as the figure of the Ninth Prince Dong Lingjiu who threw the clothes at her and treated her like a bacteria and left quickly. She didn't dare to get close to him.

Feng Qingchen suppressed this thought and continued to perform artificial respiration, but with much greater force than before...

one time!

Twice!

Three times...

Feng Qingchen's face was abnormally flushed, and the disappointed sighs of the officials came from behind him.

At the same time, Xiling Tianlei on the roof also shook his head in disappointment, shrugged his shoulders in a rogue manner, and disappeared with a jump.

He was very busy and didn't have time to keep looking at this woman.

Feng Qingchen is nothing more than that.

I originally thought you were an interesting person and was thinking of marrying you as a concubine. I didn't expect you to be so low-level. What a waste of my time.

Xiling Tianlei left, and the man in black and silver face following behind him certainly had no way to stay for long, so they left one after the other.

And they missed it!

With a "dong" sound, Feng Qingchen finally sucked out a white bead from the mouth of the "corpse" and spit it at Su Wenqing's feet.

"This..." Su Wenqing looked at the bead at his feet and for a moment couldn't believe what he saw.

Feng Qingchen explained without any emotion at this time: "You keep this bead yourself. I don't know what it is, but I can confirm that this bead is stuck in your brother's throat, causing him to suffocate slowly, but it looks like a natural death."

Feng Qingchen looked at the boy's calm face and was very puzzled.

Normally, people who died of suffocation would have ugly and hideous expressions on their faces, but not this young man.

It can be seen that the bead is really not an ordinary item.

However, this has nothing to do with her.

In the wealthy mansions, there are many different ways of killing people. She only saves people and never gets involved in these things.

After spitting out the beads, Feng Qingchen continued the subsequent rescue actions without stopping.

This time they really did perform artificial respiration on the boy. His breathing was very weak. If he was not rescued in time, the beads would be taken out in vain.

"Feng Qing...Miss Feng, my brother..." Su Wenqing came back to his senses, looked at Feng Qingchen's back, and asked in a low voice.

At this time, Feng Qingchen was his only hope.

When he saw the bead being spit out, he believed that Feng Qingchen had the ability to save his brother.

Feng Qingchen understood the patient's family's anxiety, so he took a break and said to Su Wenqing with his back to her: "The patient's temperature, pulse, respiration, and blood pressure are all lower than normal. I will do my best. Please keep quiet."

After saying this, Feng Qingchen continued to devote himself to saving people, ignoring the people behind him as air and focusing only on the patients behind him.

However, the other party had been suffocating for too long. Although there were still signs of life, they were extremely weak. Feng Qingchen's emergency measures were ineffective. The boy still lay there, motionless.

Feng Qingchen listened to the boy's heartbeat which was gradually becoming weaker and weaker, and had already decided to give up.

She was certain the other person wasn't poisoned, and there was nothing she could do.

Her medical kit can diagnose the other person's condition and is also equipped with relevant surgical equipment, but it is limited to scalpels, bandages and the like. It is impossible to equip it with things like cardiopulmonary resuscitation machines, but this boy needs a cardiopulmonary resuscitation machine at this time.

Feng Qingchen let go of his hand weakly, turned around and looked at Su Wenqing. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Su Wenqing's expectant and desperate eyes. His clear eyes were misty and his silent pleading was very obvious.

Before Feng Qingchen could speak, Su Wenqing said, "Miss Feng, please save my brother. If you need me to kneel down, I will kneel down now to apologize to you. Please, save him. He is my only relative."

Su Wenqing was about to kneel down, but Feng Qingchen quickly reached out to stop him:

"Mr. Su, please don't be like this. I understand how you feel. I will do my best to save your brother."

She has seen many patients' families like Su Wenqing.

Before she went to the battlefield, she worked in a military hospital. Those who could enter the military hospital were all high-ranking and powerful, and they valued their lives very much. The patients' families were even more arrogant. They didn't trust her, a young female military doctor, at all, and most of the time they treated her as a nurse.

In most people's minds, doctors who are older are more trustworthy.

After all, practice and experience are very important in this industry, and only age can accumulate practice and experience. No matter how good her medical skills are, she has never been reused because of her age. It was not until she volunteered to go to the front line that she had the opportunity to touch the scalpel.

Su Wenqing insisted on kneeling down, but Feng Qingchen refused to let him do so.

Having dealt with many second-generation officials in his previous life, Feng Qingchen knew very well that face was more important than substance to these people.

Su Wenqing really had to kneel down here today. Even if she saved her brother, she would not have a good life in the future.

Feng Qingchen secretly exerted his strength to help Su Wenqing up. From a doctor's perspective, Feng Qingchen said sincerely:

"Master Su, the question of kneeling or not was just a joke. Qingchen was afraid that you, Master Su, did not believe in Qingchen. Since Master Su believes in Qingchen, you do not have to take the previous joke seriously.

Please rest assured, Master Su, I will do my best to save your brother. Meeting him here is also a kind of fate for him. "

Feng Qingchen said this half comfortingly and half self-deprecatingly.

I wanted to tell Su Wenqing that I gave up, but when the words came to my lips it turned out like this.

Things have come to this point, so she can only try the dumbest method to see if it works. If not, she will pay Su Wen with her own life.

Su Wenqing took advantage of the situation and stood up, holding Feng Qingchen's hands tightly: "Miss Feng, please save my brother. As long as you save my brother, you will be the benefactor of our Su family..."

"Don't worry, I will do my best." Feng Qingchen withdrew his hand without leaving a trace.

It's not because of any difference between men and women, but as a surgeon, her hands are more precious than a pianist's hands and cannot tolerate any damage.

She would not give her hands to someone she did not trust.