035 Quiet

"Who is it? Come out." Feng Qingchen reached out and took out the small scalpel in his arms, held it tightly in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.

It was not that she was quick to react, but that her nose was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. Although the smell of blood was not strong, and even barely noticeable, it did not escape Feng Qingchen's nose.

"With such quick reactions, how could you be tricked?" Lan Jiuqing, dressed in black and wearing a silver mask, walked out from the darkness and spoke sarcastically.

Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing both understood what this meant. It meant that Feng Qingchen was plotted against and woke up at the city gate.

This incident was like a brand that was branded on Feng Qingchen's body and could not be washed away no matter how hard she tried.

This brand is more lethal than the "untouchable" brand on Zhou Xing's body because this brand is invisible.

Fortunately, Feng Qingchen had a good attitude. Seeing an acquaintance, Feng Qingchen let down his guard. "People can make mistakes, horses can make mistakes, and even if there is a strong martial arts behind them, they will still get hurt."

Feng Qingchen glanced at Lan Jiuqing's bleeding wound and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Come with me."

Lan Jiuqing hesitated for a moment, then thought about his own injuries, which really needed Feng Qingchen's treatment, so he followed in obediently.

"Sit down." Feng Qingchen was tired after a long day. When she came back, she saw Lan Jiuqing not taking care of his body. Her face looked very unhappy.

If Feng Qingchen had a white robe on his body, he would be the legendary iceberg doctor.

Lan Jiuqing frowned and glanced at Feng Qingchen with cold eyes, revealing murderous intent.

But Feng Qingchen was so thick-skinned that he didn't feel it at all.

In other words, field doctors who have been baptized by the battlefield will not take the so-called murderous intent seriously, because they have seen a lot of it, unless Lan Jiuqing really intends to take action.

Feng Qingchen turned on all the lights in the room, filled three basins with water, and took out a camphorwood box.

This box was previously used to store jewelry. Feng Qingchen saw that it was of good quality and of suitable size, so he emptied it out and used it to store some essential medicines for home and travel.

After all, it is inconvenient to take everything from the smart medical bag.

Lan Jiuqing sat on the chair, watching Feng Qingchen's quick movements, the coldness in his eyes became less. Thinking that Feng Qingchen was also very wary, Lan Jiuqing relaxed a little and collapsed on the chair.

With a quick glance, he finished looking around Feng Qingchen's boudoir.

It has to be said that this was the simplest and plainest room Lan Jiuqing had ever seen. There were no screens, no curtains, no washbasin, and no dressing room.

As soon as I came in, I saw a large bed that took up two-thirds of the room. The sheets were snow-white and smooth, as if they had just been washed. The blue quilt was folded neatly in a square shape, like a brick, stiff and without any sense of lines.

Next, there is a dressing table. There is nothing else on the dressing table except a wooden comb and a bronze mirror. Looking at Feng Qingchen's head, it is indeed very simple. Her long hair is tied up with a piece of silk cloth.

This is the simplest outfit Lan Jiuqing has ever seen, but it must be said that it suits Feng Qingchen very well. It looks refreshing and generous.

Besides the dressing table, there was a small desk and a wooden chair, which was where he was sitting now.

Is this the women's room?

The whole room was cold and hard, not like a place where a woman would live. Its only advantage was that it was clean and the floor was polished to a shine.

Lan Jiuqing knew that the Feng family had no maids, which meant that Feng Qingchen did all these things herself.

This discovery allowed Lan Jiuqing to gain a deeper understanding of Feng Qingchen.

This woman is so independent. No wonder she didn't cry after being kicked out by Dongling Ziluo. Instead, she was more relaxed than anyone else.

It's a pity to be born a girl with such a personality.

While Lan Jiuqing was sighing, Feng Qingchen had already prepared the medicine, put on a mask and medical gloves, and tied up her hair without a single strand falling off. She stood in front of Lan Jiuqing with a professional and rigorous attitude.

"What are you doing? Sit down."

Lan Jiuqing was stunned.

He actually lost his guard in Feng Mansion.

Damn it.

A murderous aura rose in the room.

At this moment, Lan Jiuqing really wanted to kill Feng Qingchen.

A woman who can make him let down his guard is definitely not simple.

Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat and he took three steps back without leaving a trace, putting some distance between them.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. I am just doing my duty as a doctor. As a doctor, I really can't stand you not taking care of your body, and I can't stand the wound I worked so hard to sew open again.

Do you know how troublesome it will be if the wound opens again? It is not something that can be simply sutured again. If the wound gets infected, your life will be in danger. Do you know that your behavior is a disregard for your own life and a blasphemy to my medical skills? "

At first Feng Qingchen just wanted to say a few words to divert Lan Jiuqing's attention and stop him from thinking about killing her, but as she spoke, she became more and more angry.

Ahhhhh…

She really couldn't stand such patients.

She had just sewed up his wound yesterday, and it split open today.

Adding the time of anesthesia, it means that he will make big movements as soon as he wakes up. If he wants to die so much, there is no need to see a doctor.

Aren’t doctors human beings? Don’t they need to rest?

Especially as a doctor who has been working for 34 hours straight, she needs rest.

cold……

If Feng Qingchen knew that Lan Jiuqing got up as soon as she left and walked with her for a long distance, she would be furious.

Of course, Lan Jiuqing would not tell this.

He felt that the woman in front of him seemed to be furious.

Yes, fried.

Just like the puppies and kittens raised by noble ladies, their hair stands up when they get angry. They obviously have no attacking power, but they have the courage to show their teeth and claws to you.

Such a woman has no scheming mind.

When Lan Jiuqing thought about this, his murderous intent subsided a lot.

However, he had no intention of smoothing Feng Qingchen's heart, he just pointed at the wound and said, "Go ahead."

He should be thankful that Su Wenqing found Feng Qingchen for him yesterday, otherwise he would have been exposed today.

The iron sword weighing over a hundred pounds hit his wound by chance. If you say it was an accident, he would never believe it even if you kill me.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and moved sideways without leaving a trace, otherwise the hilt of the sword would have hit the center of the wound. Even if Feng Qingchen's hands were more skillful and the wound was sutured more securely, it would have been useless.

Well……

Feng Qingchen was choked.

What is a punch on cotton?

Feng Qingchen had this feeling at this moment.

Damn it.

I've said so much, can you please give me some reaction?

Well, you've given up the idea of ​​killing me, which is a reaction.

Feng Qingchen comforted herself and took a deep breath before calming herself down. She put the instruments aside, picked up a pair of medical scissors, and started by cutting off the clothes near Lan Jiuqing's wound.

The clothes were stained with blood, and some parts were even embedded in the flesh. Feng Qingchen had to be very careful not to cut off Lan Jiuqing's flesh.

Furthermore, the lighting effects at that time were extremely bad.

Feng Qingchen was almost half lying on Lan Jiuqing's body.

The two bodies were very close to each other, but Feng Qingchen didn't feel anything. Her whole attention was focused on Lan Jiuqing's wound.

But Lan Jiuqing is different.

The faint scent of daughter mixed with the smell of medicine is very special and refreshing, giving people a calming feeling when smelling it.

As their breaths mingled, Lan Jiuqing felt a heat lingering around his neck.

If it were any other time, he would never allow his weakness to be exposed, but today he...

Maybe it was what Feng Qingchen said, believing in her ability as a doctor.

Lan Jiuqing raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the enlarged face in front of him. He could even see how long and dense Feng Qingchen's eyelashes were, and how fine and white the hair on her face was.

Looking at this face, Lan Jiuqing thought of the news he heard in the afternoon...