083 Regret
Although a person is busy, he can concentrate his mind highly. Feng Qingchen has been completely devoted to her work, and the pain in her back has been completely ignored by her.
Feng Qingchen stood straight, her eyes were red. At this moment, there was only the patient in her eyes.
Scalpels, hemostatic forceps, and tweezers appeared in her hands one after another, and balls of bloody cotton were thrown aside.
When...the arrowhead in Sun Yijin's body was also dug out.
Puff...blood spurted out, staining Feng Qingchen's clothes red.
Normal situation.
The arrowhead has been gouged out, the pressure is gone, and the blood pressure will naturally burst out. There is no danger to life.
Feng Qingchen exhaled, quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and sighed again about the miserable life without a surgical assistant.
Feng Qingchen took a deep breath and pressed both hands on the wound, pressing harder and harder until the blood stopped spurting out of the wound. Only then did Feng Qingchen start to do the follow-up treatment.
Cleaning, stopping bleeding, applying medicine, and suturing were all done in one go. After finishing all this, Feng Qingchen looked like he had been fished out of the water, his whole body covered in sweat.
But Feng Qingchen didn't even dare to breathe, and continued to work without stopping for a moment.
Next came the wound on the face.
The wounds on Sun Yijin's face looked scary, but in fact the biggest wound, the bloody hole on his forehead, did not hurt any vital parts.
As long as the wound is cleaned and sutured, there won't be any major problems.
Of course, disfigurement was inevitable, even though Feng Qingchen had tried her best to hide the wound under her hair.
As for the wound on the forehead, I can only wait and see whether I can have related cosmetic surgery in the future.
After treating the external injuries, Feng Qingchen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Sun Yijin only suffered a concussion, so he just needed to take good care of himself. If it was a brain injury such as intracranial hematoma, Feng Qingchen would not be so relaxed.
As for the lung injury and chest congestion, Feng Qingchen was unable to deal with them for the time being.
Although the medical kit contained the appropriate medicines and instruments, the light in her room was too dim, and she was severely exhausted today, so she was unable to continue the operation.
The body is the capital of revolution. She didn't want to die on the operating table. Her hands could no longer hold the scalpel.
At this time, Feng Qingchen missed Lan Jiuqing very much. Last time, Lan Jiuqing just pressed lightly on her hands and it relieved the fatigue of her hands, but what about now?
Feng Qingchen sighed helplessly. Not to mention massaging her hands, she would be satisfied even if she could take a break.
Dragging his tired body, Feng Qingchen simply packed up the medicines in the room.
After making sure that Sun Yijin's condition had stabilized, Feng Qingchen sat aside and waited for Sun Yijin to finish the infusion and take a good rest.
She massaged her hands intermittently, but the more she did so, the more she missed Lan Jiuqing's skills.
Feng Qingchen simply didn't press it, and stood up to start writing medical instructions.
The subsequent rest and recovery could be left to other doctors, perhaps the effect would be better. Feng Qingchen still had great trust in the traditional Chinese medicine of this era.
After the doctor's orders were written, Sun Yijin also finished the infusion. After putting away the infusion bottle and blood bag, Feng Qingchen prepared to find Zhou Xing and ask him to find a good doctor. However, as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he found...
Her yard was surrounded by officials, and Yuwen Yuanhua's personal soldiers confronted the officials, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Yuwen Yuanhua was the most responsible person and stood in the middle with a look of anger on his face.
"What happened?" Feng Qingchen had a bad feeling.
Even though Yuwen Yuanhua personally stepped in, he was unable to stop them. Today is probably going to be a very dangerous day.
Sure enough, as Feng Qingchen came out, an official in a brocade robe with flying fish patterns walked out from behind the crowd. Wherever he went, the officials made way for him with a respectful look on their faces.
The man stopped in front of Feng Qingchen, showed a token arrogantly, and said coldly: "Feng Qingchen, I am Lu Shaolin, the commander-in-chief of the Blood Robe Guard. You are suspected of murdering the eldest lady of the Sun Mansion. Please come with us."
After saying that, he didn't even give Feng Qingchen a chance to speak and directly had someone put shackles on her.
"What?" Feng Qingchen didn't react for a long time, until the anklet rubbed against her ankle, she finally found her voice.
Blood-stained Guards?
What kind of organization is that? There was an Jinyiwei in the Ming Dynasty. Are the Xueyiwei of the Dongling Dynasty similar to the Jinyiwei?
Feng Qingchen looked at Yuwen Yuanhua to ask for confirmation. Yuwen Yuanhua thought Feng Qingchen was asking him for help and shook his head helplessly: "Feng Qingchen, the Blood Robe Guards are investigating the case, and I can't interfere. Take care of yourself."
Once you join the Blood Robe Guard, no matter if you are guilty or not, you will be tortured first, and even if you come out alive, you will lose half your life.
I have to say that Princess Anping's move was really cruel, and the frame-up was very detailed.
Lu Shaolin sneered, looking unusually grim in the dark night: "Miss Feng, don't expect anyone to save you. No one can save you once you join the Blood Robe Guard. Moreover, your case has both witnesses and material evidence. It is an ironclad case. Miss Feng, you can remain silent now. You will have a chance to speak once you join the Blood Robe Guard."
After saying that, he waved to the people behind him, and Feng Qingchen was taken to the prison van.
Feng Qingchen was stunned at first, then nodded in agreement.
She did not shout that it was unfair, nor did she yell that she did not kill anyone, because she knew very well that it was all a meaningless struggle.
What are the officials? They are legal bandits. If you are taken away by them, no matter whether you are wronged or not, you should save your energy to deal with the next thing instead of protesting.
Even Yuwen Yuanhua was ignored. The strength of the Blood-Clothed Guards frightened Feng Qingchen. At the same time, he knew that he might be in great danger this time.
The moment she got on the prison van, Feng Qingchen suddenly remembered that she was a doctor and she had a patient on hand: "Wait a moment."
"Miss Feng." Lu Shaolin snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I just have two words to say." Feng Qingchen ignored Lu Shaolin's cold eyes and smiled.
Lu Shaolin was stunned.
Looking across the Dongling Dynasty, there is no one who is not afraid of him. First-rank officials all look terrified when they see him. This Feng Qingchen is quite interesting.
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen nodded gently, turned around and said to Zhou Xing: "Zhou Xing, I have almost treated Miss Sun's injury. I have also written down the precautions and put them in the wooden box beside my bed. You can find a doctor for Miss Sun tomorrow and ask the doctor to treat her again. Go to Su Wenqing for your matter, he will help you. If you want to live in this Feng Mansion, you can continue to live there. If you don't want to live there, just leave it uncultivated. In addition, go to the Wang Mansion when you have time and tell the eldest son that Feng Qingchen can only repay him in the next life."
This is considered as the arrangement of funeral affairs.
"Sister..." Zhou Xing clenched his hands into fists.
At this time, you are still thinking about others.
"Feng Qingchen." Yu Wen Yuanhua's eyes were red.
Is such a proud woman going to die because of such a despicable conspiracy?
"General Yuwen, I am grateful for your kindness, but Feng Qingchen will never have the chance to repay you. We will say goodbye now."
After saying this, Feng Qingchen got on the prison van by himself without the officers urging him. His cooperative attitude shocked the Blood-Clothed Guards so much that they rubbed their eyes.
Miss Feng, I don't think that the Blood-Clothed Guards are inviting her for tea, right? Even if they are going to have tea, the tea they serve is not tasty.
Yuwen Yuanhua and Zhou Xing just watched Feng Qingchen being taken away by the Blood-Clothed Guards.
When Su Wenqing and Wang Qi arrived, they happened to see the Blood-robed Guards taking Feng Qingchen out of the Feng Mansion. The two hurried forward, but Lu Shaolin didn't give them any face at all:
"Master Wang, Master Su, don't blame me for not reminding you two. It's better for you to stay out of the Blood Robe Guards' business. Otherwise, if you get into trouble, no one can protect you."
"Feng Qingchen." Su Wenqing and Wang Qi took a step back and looked at Feng Qingchen with despair.
To this day, none of the people taken away by the Blood-Clothed Guards have managed to come out alive.
"I..." Feng Qingchen wanted to say "it's okay", but she couldn't say it. She could only say to Wang Qi: "Wang Qi, tell the eldest master that Feng Qingchen is sorry for him. I'm afraid there will be no chance to restore his eyesight in this lifetime."
How could she be okay? She had to know that what was waiting for her next would be the cruel punishment of the Blood-Clothed Guards.
Although, she didn't know what kind of organization the Blood-Cloth Guards of the Dongling Dynasty were, but seeing that Yuwen Yuanhua didn't dare to compete with them, she understood that the horror of the Blood-Cloth Guards was beyond her imagination.
After joining the Blood-Clothed Guards, even if she comes out alive, will she be able to hold a scalpel again?
The prison van drove towards the Blood-Cloth Guard prison. Feng Qingchen closed his eyes helplessly, hiding the resentment and pain in his eyes.
Time and time again, she never learned her lesson.
In the previous life, he died at the hands of the rich and powerful, and in this life, he is walking the same path again...
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