022 Trust You

Blindfolded, walking in the airless dark passage, Feng Qingchen's face looked extremely ugly, but he couldn't say anything. He could only let Su Wenqing pull him forward resentfully.

I am the fish and others are the butchers. In this situation, she can only endure it.

"Ms. Feng, don't worry. I won't do anything to you. I just ask you to save someone. As long as you save this person, I will give you whatever medical fee you want."

Su Wenqing held Feng Qingchen's soft, cold fingers, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart.

Feng Qingchen's hands were beautiful, with cold, tender and smooth fingers, which felt soft and boneless. But they were not completely weak. The tense fingertips told Su Wenqing that these hands were definitely not the kind of beautiful hands that were not touched by women.

"..." Feng Qingchen said nothing and let Su Wenqing pull him with a gloomy face. No one would be happy if they were kidnapped while sleeping well.

Besides, she had always said that she was not a doctor, but Su Wenqing just didn't believe her.

Moreover, the warmth and sweat from her hands disgusted her even more. She hated her slippery hands, which could not hold a scalpel. And if Feng Qingchen couldn't even hold a scalpel, was she still Feng Qingchen?

She hated having her hands touched the most, but she had to bow her head when she was under someone's roof.

"Ms. Feng, please keep this matter confidential. Don't tell anyone, otherwise..." Su Wenqing reminded again as they were about to reach the secret room.

"Don't worry, I slept well at home tonight and didn't go anywhere." Feng Qingchen is a sensible person.

In her previous life, she was also kidnapped to retrieve bullets for a gangster boss. The fact that she was able to escape alive and unharmed had a lot to do with her practical knowledge.

Su Wenqing nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, we are here. I will untie the black cloth on your head now. No matter what you see next, don't make a sound."

Feng Qingchen nodded, and the smell of blood in the air made Feng Qingchen frown.

It seems that the injured person was seriously injured, but fortunately, it should be an external injury.

There is no way. Feng Qingchen is best at treating external injuries, and she is really incompetent at treating internal injuries.

The black cloth was removed, Feng Qingchen blinked his eyes, and adjusted to the light in the secret room.

The walls of the secret room were also inlaid with night-shining pearls for lighting. Looking at those huge night-shining pearls and thinking of the candles in Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen cursed in his heart: You idiot!

“Ahem…”

Looking at Feng Qingchen who was staring at the Night Pearl in a daze, Su Wenqing reminded her diligently that he had already seen Jiuqing's dissatisfied look.

Jiuqing has always hated women, so it was not easy for him to accept Feng Qingchen pulling out the arrow for him.

"Is he the injured person?" Feng Qingchen pointed at Lan Jiuqing, who was lying on the ground and exuded a cold aura, keeping people at a distance.

Even when injured, his aura is still so strong. This man is really scary. After meeting so many men, I think the Ninth Prince is the best. Although he is cold and distant, he is kind-hearted.

"It's him. He's wounded in the heart by an arrow." Su Wenqing looked worried. Jiuqing's breath was a little unstable. He had to hurry...

The Nine Ministers cannot have any problems.

Ignoring Lan Jiuqing's rejection, Feng Qingchen walked straight forward and squatted beside Lan Jiuqing. She was about to reach out to check his pupils and other vital signs, but she didn't expect

The dying Lan Jiuqing suddenly reached out and grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand. The speed of his move was without any delay that would be expected of an injured person.

"Woman, don't touch me."

He did not hide his disgust at all.

"Let go." Feng Qingchen felt a pain in his wrist and tried to pull his hand back, but found that he couldn't move it. He glared at Lan Jiuqing's mask in annoyance.

This man still has the energy to hate her, it seems he won't die.

"Don't be too curious." Lan Jiuqing shook off Feng Qingchen's hand and said lightly.

Feng Qingchen rubbed his aching right hand, his tone a little cold and distant.

"I'm not interested in what you look like under the mask. I'm just doing a routine check. But seeing how strong you are, you're definitely not dead... And, luckily you don't have much strength right now, otherwise if you hurt my right hand, you'd be dead too."

Her hands are more important than her face, and hitting her hands is more serious than hitting her face.

Feng Qingchen makes a living with her hands.

"Woman, you should be thankful that I didn't use my full strength, otherwise you would have died just now."

Lan Jiuqing was not exaggerating. There was once a woman who tried to touch Lan Jiuqing, but unfortunately, she was chopped into two halves by Lan Jiuqing before she even touched the corner of his clothes.

He is not a man who would be gentle with women.

"Ms. Feng, my friend doesn't like to interact with people, and his injury..." Su Wenqing stepped forward to smooth things over.

Today he had witnessed the power of Feng Qingchen, this two-faced beauty.

He usually looks quite amiable, but once it comes to curing illnesses and saving lives, Feng Qingchen becomes like a different person.

Rigorous, indifferent, confident, and stubborn.

However, Feng Qingchen was very beautiful at that time.

"He won't die. Find a big table and put him on the table. Prepare a basin of clean water and put a few more night-shining pearls in the room. It's not bright enough. Also...if possible, I need you to find a few people to draw blood for me."

Although Feng Qingchen didn't like Lan Jiuqing's attitude very much, she would definitely not hesitate when it came to saving people. She, Feng Qingchen, would not joke about human life. This was her principle as a doctor.

Everyone is equal in the face of life.

"Ah? You need to draw blood?" Su Wenqing could understand the first part, but what about the latter part?

What do you want human blood for?

"Do as I say. Go out now and...get ready." Feng Qingchen said majestically.

Su Wenqing glanced at Lan Jiuqing, and after getting Lan Jiuqing's consent, he said, "Okay."

He turned and left, leaving the secret room to Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing.

This is not about trusting Feng Qingchen, and Su Wenqing knows very well that even if she is injured, it would be easy for Jiuqing to kill Feng Qingchen.

As soon as Su Wenqing left, Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing were the only ones left in the room. Feng Qingchen untied the black cloth bag tied around her calf. Inside the bag were three scalpels, an anesthetic, some gauze, needles and thread for suturing, and gloves.

Feng Qingchen placed the things in front of Lan Jiuqing and said seriously, "I'm just a doctor. I only save people. I don't ask who you are, and please don't ask me what method I used. I won't reveal your identity or what happened tonight. Also, please don't let anyone else know how I treated your wound."

This is very important and must be made clear.

"Are these knives used to save me?" Lan Jiuqing didn't believe it at all.

The function of a knife is to kill people, not to save people.

"Yes, the knife is used to remove the arrowhead from your wound, and the needle and thread are used to sew up your wound. Since you chose to come to me, please trust me."

Feng Qingchen explained calmly that if she had not been temporarily abducted by Su Wenqing, she would not have been in so much trouble.

Feng Qingchen decided that the first thing he would do after returning was to make a medical box and put all the daily medicines and other things in it.

Otherwise, it would be very inconvenient to take things out of the smart medical bag. Once discovered, it would be a big trouble.

Lan Jiuqing looked at the serious and confident Feng Qingchen, and nodded as if possessed by a ghost: "Okay, Feng Qingchen, I will believe you this time, don't let me down."

You have disappointed me once. If you disappoint me again this time, you have no need to live.

Under the mask, Lan Jiuqing's eyes exuded cold murderous intent.

Under Lan Jiuqing's gaze, Feng Qingchen took out the sewing thread, twisted it into a thin rope, and tied up her long hair. She also carefully fixed the hair that was scattered around her ears to prevent it from falling down.

Feng Qingchen did the hair-binding action slowly and carefully. At this moment, she was a doctor, professional and rigorous, not allowing any detail to affect the treatment effect.

This woman? Is she crazy?

A note to readers: It's the third update. I'm writing the sequel to Phoenix's Mistakes. I'm under a lot of pressure. I'm drinking coffee as tea.