017 Confrontation

Feng Qingchen looked at the "corpse" lying there motionless, and knew that she had to save this person today no matter what, otherwise she would be in big trouble.

Alas, with her personality, in this era, she might get into more trouble in the future.

But there’s nothing I can do!

Even though she knew it would be troublesome, she still had to get involved.

As a doctor, she really couldn't just stand by and watch someone die, and she couldn't just stand by and watch someone who clearly had a chance of survival die in front of her.

If the doctor does nothing, it's no different from murder.

No matter what others think, at least Feng Qingchen can't just stand by and watch.

She cherishes her own life and the lives of others.

Take a deep breath and let go of all the messy burdens in your heart.

She is a doctor, she must do her best to save lives. Anyone can give up on a patient, but a doctor cannot give up on a patient.

The breathing is weak, the heart has stopped, and there is no CPR machine, so let's use the most primitive method.

Although if this method is not used properly, my life will be in danger, but it is also a last resort.

Feng Qingchen stretched out his hand and pressed on the left side of the "corpse's" chest. After making sure that the position was correct, he suddenly raised his hand and struck down hard.

That attitude means he will never save anyone.

At least, that's what Su Wenqing saw.

"Bang..." With a dull sound, the "corpse" in front of Feng Qingchen immediately bounced up, and then fell back heavily.

Su Wenqing's eyes bulged.

Boom, boom, boom... The pounding sounds continued, and the "corpse" kept bouncing. It didn't look like saving people at all. It was clearly torture, the torture of a corpse.

The officer behind him frequently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Miss Feng wouldn't think that by hurting this "corpse", she could bring it back to life, right?

The officer sneered, and the little admiration he had left disappeared without a trace due to Feng Qingchen's inexplicable method.

Women are just women. They can only embroider at home. Don't place too high expectations on them.

What you said about him not being dead is just a way to make a fool of yourself.

Now, the true face is revealed.

The official sneered with disdain, thinking secretly that he would tell his wife about this joke of Miss Feng when he got home, so that they would be more obedient in the future.

Su Wenqing wanted to step forward and pull Feng Qingchen away more than once, but he couldn't do it every time. He always felt that Feng Qingchen looked sacred and solemn when she did this!

Feng Qingchen used all his strength to strike every time. Su Wenqing stood behind him and watched Feng Qingchen's movements being neat and agile.

However, if Su Wenqing stood in front of Feng Qingchen, he would find that Feng Qingchen was panting at this moment...

However, those eyes were unusually bright, because she could already feel that the heartbeat of her subordinate's "corpse" had recovered. Perhaps one more strike would be enough!

“Boom…”

Feng Qingchen used all his strength to deliver this attack, and after this attack, the "corpse" of his subordinate not only jumped up, but also started coughing.

“Ahem…”

It was a very small sound, but everyone in the morgue heard it clearly. They were sure they had not heard it wrong. Su Wenqing ignored his noble manners and pushed Feng Qingchen aside, stepping forward...

"Wenhang, Wenhang..." She hugged the young man with tears in her eyes.

There was mist in Su Wenqing's eyes.

Alive, his brother is alive, really alive!

All the doctors thought Wen Hang was dead, and he even invited the best coroner to find out the cause of Wen Hang's accidental death by examining his body.

He couldn't believe that Wen Hang, who had always been healthy, would die suddenly.

There must be something wrong here!

Despite his family's opposition, he insisted on asking a coroner to perform an autopsy. Unexpectedly, this action saved Wen Hang's life.

"Ahem..." The young man blinked his eyelashes and opened his eyes weakly. His originally rosy face was now a little pale, and his eyes were confused and lifeless.

“Brother…”

"Wenhang, you are not dead, you are really not dead..." Su Wenqing held the boy's hand tightly, his face full of excitement.

"Ahem, big brother. Let go..."

After being pushed by Su Wenqing, Feng Qingchen staggered back a few steps. He finally managed to steady his steps and was panting from exhaustion. When he looked up, he saw Su Wenqing holding him tightly. His voice unconsciously lowered by three points:

"You're holding him so tightly, do you want him to suffocate to death again? Send him to the doctor quickly and let him take a look to see if he has any other injuries."

Su Wenqing immediately let go of the boy and asked in confusion, "Miss Feng, aren't you the doctor?"

"I'm not...send him to see a doctor. I won't be responsible if anything happens again."

Feng Qingchen said unhappily that her limited Western medicine skills were not enough compared to the profound Chinese medicine.

She was fine with using a knife or giving first aid, but she couldn't really treat or eradicate the disease...

"ah……"

If someone who can bring the dead back to life is not called a doctor, then what kind of person is called a doctor?

"Hurry up, he's very weak."

Feng Qingchen glared at him coldly, looking quite majestic. Su Wenqing nodded quickly, holding the young man and walked out. His steps were steady and powerful, and he disappeared into the morgue like a gust of wind...

Su Wenqing left, and of course the officers and coroner he brought with him also left. The morgue became quiet again. The two officers who brought Feng Qingchen here immediately stepped forward and said respectfully and flatteringly:

"Ms. Feng?"

Feng Qingchen responded tiredly, her eyes fell on the body of her maid beside her, she felt in her pocket, took out the remaining nine taels of silver, and handed it to the official:

"I only have this much. Please help me buy a thin coffin to bury her. If it's not enough, I'll owe you."

Feng Qingchen spoke frankly about his poverty without feeling ashamed at all.

It is not shameful to have no money, but it is shameful not to work hard to make money.

After all, she has a skill, so it shouldn't be difficult for her to make money.

With her skills, she can't compete with doctors for jobs, but with the help of her smart bag, it shouldn't be difficult for her to treat knife wounds, arrow wounds, etc.

Making money is just a matter of opportunity.

"Enough, enough, Miss Feng, don't worry, we will bury her properly." The two officers were also smart men. Seeing Feng Qingchen showing off her skills today, they knew that Feng Qingchen was no ordinary person. With her skills, she was still worried about not having money. Besides, everyone has some diseases and the person who cannot be offended the most is the doctor.

"In that case, I'll leave first... If it's not enough, come find me at Feng Mansion."

Feng Qingchen dragged his tired body and walked back.

When she went out, the sun had already set. Before she knew it, she had spent most of the day in the morgue.

The afterglow of the sun sprinkled on his body, brushing away the dampness in the morgue. Feng Qingchen squinted his eyes slightly, enjoying the baptism of the sun, and dragged his hungry and thirsty body towards the Feng Mansion.

When she came, people were paying attention to her all the way, but when she went back, she was extremely low-key. Feng Qingchen walked among the crowd and no one noticed her presence.

After crossing three streets and arriving at Imperial City East Street, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.

Walk along this street and you will reach Feng Mansion.

Looking at the people chatting and laughing on both sides of the street, and the vendors and passers-by with satisfied smiles on their faces, Feng Qingchen unconsciously slowed down his pace.

Having saved a life, she felt good and began to look forward to her future life.

As I walked, I was thinking about my future life arrangements.

The Feng Mansion doesn't have much food in stock, and they're also out of money. Do they have to sell the clothes embroidered by the former Feng Qingchen?

No, no, she remembered that there was a zither in Feng Mansion. Why not sell it? It would definitely bring some money.

While Feng Qingchen was thinking, a carriage came rushing towards them, with guards running quickly on both sides of the carriage.

“Gee, gee, gee… Get out of the way, get out of the way! This is Princess Anping’s carriage, everyone please get out of the way!”

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