036 Gentle
On March 3rd, the Peach Blossom Festival, the group of women had already dug a big pit, waiting for Feng Qingchen to jump into it.
Once Feng Qingchen falls into their trap, she will be truly disgraced and will have no face to live in this world.
He originally didn't want to get involved in this matter. Although Feng Qingchen saved him yesterday, he violated his taboo. It was good that he didn't kill Feng Qingchen.
But today is different. Feng Qingchen saved his life, so of course he can't just watch Feng Qingchen fall into the fire pit.
Lan Jiuqing is not the kind of person who would not repay a favor.
"Feng Qingchen, I, Lan Jiuqing, don't like to owe favors to others, especially to women. I will repay you for saving my life with my own hands." Lan Jiuqing said secretly in his heart, then closed his eyes, no longer looking at Feng Qingchen, but vigilantly observing the situation around him.
Feng Qingchen was completely focused on Lan Jiuqing's injury and had no idea that Lan Jiuqing had taken on the troubles she might encounter at the Peach Blossom Festival in a moment's thought.
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Although Lan Jiuqing's wound was not infected, it was completely torn apart. The catgut used for sutures not only broke completely, but also became embedded in the flesh.
Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth and really wanted to let the man fend for himself, but under Lan Jiuqing's coercion, she still obediently did her part and picked out the weeds one by one for him.
During this process, at Lan Jiuqing's request, Feng Qingchen did not give him anesthesia and just turned over and over in the bloody flesh.
The pointed medical forceps poked the wound, and occasionally there was a popping sound. Feng Qingchen knew how painful it was, but this man in black and silver mask didn't even frown.
After cleaning the broken wires, Feng Qingchen cleaned Lan Jiuqing's wound and prepared to cut off the rotten flesh on the wound. It was obvious that the rotten flesh was caused by a blunt object.
Lan Jiuqing didn't say anything, and Feng Qingchen had no intention of asking. As a doctor, her professional ethics did not allow her to be too gossipy, especially to care about issues that she should not care about.
"It may be a little painful, but you have to bear it. You can't move no matter what." Feng Qingchen's teeth were a little soft.
As a doctor, it is normal not to use anesthesia when there is not enough medicine, but at that time the doctor will try to divert the patient's attention, and the patient himself will look away.
But what about this masked man?
He just stared like that, as if Feng Qingchen's knife was not falling on him.
For this person.
Feng Qingchen admired him to death. His ability to endure pain was extraordinary.
Of course, it's just admiration.
"Do it." Lan Jiuqing didn't even frown, as if he didn't feel any pain, but in fact, his face turned pale with pain and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Just as Feng Qingchen said, he could endure it.
He would rather be in pain than accept losing consciousness.
The feeling of having your life controlled by someone else is really terrible.
"Just do it, why are you rushing me? You're trying to kill me!" Feng Qingchen muttered to himself.
She found that no matter how good her professional ethics were, she would collapse when faced with such unreasonable patients.
Too uncooperative.
Not afraid of pain, right?
Okay, I will be ruthless and make you die in pain.
Feng Qingchen smiled slyly and picked up the largest scalpel.
Unfortunately, she didn't have the last laugh. Lan Jiuqing was like a worm in her stomach. When Feng Qingchen just picked up the scalpel, he threatened her without any emotion.
"Feng Qingchen, you'd better not play any tricks. You know I'm not someone you can easily mess with."
This is a threat.
The patient threatened the doctor.
But... Feng Qingchen just fell for this threat.
Feng Qingchen drooped his shoulders, silently put down the big scalpel, and replaced it with a smaller, sharper one.
Seeing Feng Qingchen looking deflated, a faint smile flashed across Lan Jiuqing's eyes.
However, it disappeared the moment Feng Qingchen turned around.
This time, holding the knife in one hand and the tweezers in the other, Feng Qingchen gently picked up the rotten flesh on the wound and carefully removed it one by one.
Because there was only one person, Feng Qingchen's movements were very slow. She had to loosen the tweezers once to pick up the rotten flesh, and then pick it up again.
Repeating this process is a tedious task for doctors and a double pain for the injured.
But... Feng Qingchen really didn't do this on purpose, but she had no choice.
Without a surgical assistant, what can she do as she is both a doctor and an assistant?
If Lan Jiuqing is dissatisfied, he can just do it himself.
There was no ulterior motive, Feng Qingchen had a frank look on his face.
Although Lan Jiuqing gritted his teeth in pain, he couldn't say anything threatening when seeing Feng Qingchen's expression.
This whole process took half an hour.
Feng Qingchen's eyes were red and swollen, and his hands were shaking from holding the knife and tweezers for a long time.
"Sorry, I need to take a break. My hands can't continue." Feng Qingchen gave Lan Jiu an apologetic look, put down the knife and tweezers, took off his medical gloves, washed his hands over and over again for five times, and then slowly rubbed his hands.
Feng Qingchen has never been a delicate person. If her hands were not so tired that she could not hold the scalpel, she would never have done this.
"Come here." Lan Jiuqing hooked his finger.
"Huh?" Feng Qingchen looked up in confusion. Her red eyes, like a rabbit, flashed with confusion, and she looked easy to deceive.
"Come here, don't make me say it for the third time." This is what a man who is used to having everything under control is like. He won't tolerate being rejected.
I don’t know why, but Feng Qingchen just went over obediently.
"Is anything wrong? Does the wound hurt? That shouldn't be the case." Although Lan Jiuqing refused to take anesthesia, she applied painkiller on the scalpel.
No matter how much she hated the masked man, she couldn't let her profession down.
Doctors cannot bring personal emotions into their work.
Even if it is her enemy lying on the operating table, she must save him; even if it is an unforgivable murderer, she must save him.
This is what a doctor is like. In the doctor’s eyes, there are only diseases that can be cured and patients that cannot be cured.
Good and evil are determined by the judiciary.
"Put your hand out." Lan Jiuqing said this very naturally.
"What for?" Feng Qingchen was puzzled, but under Lan Jiuqing's insistence, she still reached out obediently.
Cool, delicate and smooth.
Her hands are as soft as catkins. This description is absolutely correct when used to describe Feng Qingchen's hands.
Lan Jiuqing held it in his hand, feeling a little reluctant to let it go.
Feng Qingchen frowned unhappily: "Let go."
Her hands are more important than her face. If they are injured, her career as a doctor will be ruined. Surgeons make a living with their hands. If this hand falls into Lan Jiuqing's hands, she will be in trouble if he uses too much force.
Lan Jiuqing ignored Feng Qingchen, but held Feng Qingchen's hand and began to massage it gently.
Lan Jiuqing’s massage was very skillful and the strength was just right.
"So comfortable." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but exclaim softly.
This is better than the method taught to her by the old Chinese doctor, and it instantly relieves the pain.
"Hero, can you teach me? My hands are always sore. If I learn it, I won't have to trouble others in the future." Feng Qingchen smiled like a flower and looked friendly, as if he was almost on friendly terms with Lan Jiuqing.
This woman really has the advantage of getting up early.
Lan Jiuqing rolled his eyes in displeasure.
"Even if I teach you, you won't be able to learn."
"How is that possible? I studied medicine, and your technique is not particularly advanced. There is no way I can't learn it. It's just that the strength is hard to control." Feng Qingchen is worthy of being a medical major. As soon as Lan Jiuqing made a move, she understood the reason.
The key point is the force, which is warm and goes straight into the tendons and veins.
If she learns this, she will be able to greatly reduce the fatigue of her hands and will never have to worry about not being able to hold the scalpel again.
"..." Lan Jiuqing didn't say anything, he just looked up at Feng Qingchen, his eyes were deep and meaningful.
"No, no, I don't want to learn anymore." Feng Qingchen was so scared that she immediately pulled her hands back, but she found that her hands were held tightly by Lan Jiuqing and she couldn't move them away at all...