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After the official left, Feng Qingchen and Lu Shaolin looked at each other, neither of them willing to speak first. In the end, Lu Shaolin took a step back and said, "Go ahead, what do you want to say to me in private?"

"This is not the place to talk. How about we go inside and talk?" Feng Qingchen pointed to the punishment room filled with a foul smell.

In this world, the only one who dares to speak to the Blood-Clothes Guard's commander-in-chief in the Blood-Clothes Guard's punishment room is Feng Qingchen.

"As expected of General Feng's daughter, you are courageous and capable." Lu Shaolin's compliment was sincere.

He had no grudge against Feng Qingchen, he was just following orders.

"No, no, Qingchen always reminds herself not to tarnish my father's reputation." Feng Qingchen resumed her relaxed, confident and professional demeanor.

There is no way. Back to her profession, she has the initiative. Even if she is in the punishment room, she has the momentum to command and make decisions.

Lu Shaolin was fooled by her behavior.

"Commander-in-chief, let's not beat around the bush in front of others. Qingchen can see through your problem and can solve it as well."

When Lu Shaolin heard this, he was about to ask Feng Qingchen why he said such arrogant words, but Feng Qingchen interrupted him and said, "Don't be impatient, my lord. Let me finish what I have to say. I know you don't believe me. It's okay. Just give me one night. I promise that you will satisfy Madam Ling when you go back tonight."

That’s right, Lu Shaolin looks mighty and powerful, but he suffers from sexual dysfunction.

In her previous life, Feng Qingchen had heard some female urologists say that there were some perverted men who, because they themselves had no abilities, particularly liked to hear the screams of women being beaten.

This unintentional remark of Lu Shaolin made Feng Qingchen think of this question. Considering that his walking posture was a bit strange, Feng Qingchen made a bold guess.

Sure enough, when Lu Shaolin heard Feng Qingchen's words, he did not refute, but stared at Feng Qingchen, sometimes angry and sometimes helpless.

Feng Qingchen was not afraid and glared back rudely.

She knew that revealing Lu Shaolin's privacy would cause trouble in the future, but she could not care less. She would fight for every day she could. After being tortured by the Blood-Clothed Guards, she would never think of holding a knife again in her life.

This is something she cannot tolerate. A surgeon who can't even hold a scalpel steadily, can she still be called a doctor?

After seeing the anger in Lu Shaolin's eyes replaced by helplessness, Feng Qingchen said, "Please rest assured, sir. Qingchen is a doctor. He has the principles and morals of a doctor and will never disclose your condition."

It makes sense. The commander-in-chief is so incompetent. If this matter gets out, he will lose face.

"Can you really help me?" A look of desire flashed across Lu Shaolin's face.

As a man, as a successful man, he simply could not face his failure in this area.

However, he felt extremely embarrassed to talk about such things with a woman.

Then Lu Shaolin remembered what happened at the Peach Blossom Festival.

It seems that it was no coincidence that Feng Qingchen revealed the secrets of Princess Wuan.

"Are you really a doctor?" Lu Shaolin believed it.

"Master Lu, there is no doubt about Qingchen's medical skills. If I didn't know medicine, would the Wang family help me like that? If I didn't have the ability to heal Wang Jinling's eyes, would Qingchen be able to befriend the eldest son of the Wang family with his identity?"

This is the truth.

Even if Wang Jinling was very approachable, Feng Qingchen didn't know any medical skills, so there wouldn't even be a chance for them to get to know each other, let alone become friends.

"Okay, Feng Qingchen, I'll give you one night to prove your medical skills." Lu Shaolin was so eager to become a real man, so he took the gamble.

"Thank you, Lord Lu. You will never regret your choice tonight. Now please, Lord Lu, go out and wait for a moment. Give Qingchen a cup of tea." Feng Qingchen unceremoniously put on the posture of a famous doctor.

"Okay. Feng Qingchen, I believe you." Lu Shaolin turned around and went out, not forgetting to close the door for Feng Qingchen.

call……

As soon as Lu Shaolin left, Feng Qingchen felt relieved.

Finally got through this safely!

In the Blood-Clothed Guard, as long as Lu Shaolin is dealt with, she won't have to be punished for the time being.

As soon as Feng Qingchen relaxed, he realized that the injuries on his ankles and back started to hurt again.

After taking two deep breaths to suppress the pain, Feng Qingchen quickly opened the smart medical kit and took out a box of medicine with the word "viagra" written on it.

Yes, this is the little blue pill that urologists say has brought good news to millions of men, commonly known as Viagra.

Feng Qingchen took out one, wrapped it in white paper, and put the others away.

This thing is her life-saving straw, and she would never give it to Lu Shaolin even if she were beaten to death.

Things like killing the donkey after it has done its job are often used by politicians. If you want others to protect you, you have to keep proving that you are useful.

In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, no more, no less, Lu Shaolin came in just in time. This showed how anxious he was deep down.

Feng Qingchen handed the pill to him and signaled him to take it now: "Master Lu, please rest assured that this medicine is definitely not poisonous. Master Lu is Qingchen's life-saving talisman now. No matter how stupid Qingchen is, he will not do such a thing that harms himself and others."

Politicians have a lot of twists and turns, so Feng Qingchen simply said it bluntly.

"You are very smart." Lu Shaolin took the pill from Feng Qingchen and swallowed it.

He is gambling with his life.

And the more this happened, the happier Feng Qingchen became.

This means that Lu Shaolin cares a lot about his strength as a man, and the more he cares about her, the more marketable she is.

Maybe, if she can't make it in the future, she can still live on the little blue pill.

"Master Lu, thank you for your praise. It's getting late. Please arrange a cell for Feng Qingchen. Also, please go home early. Half an hour is enough for the medicine to take effect."

After saying that, he yawned.

The kind of person who pushes the envelope is definitely someone like Feng Qingchen.

But...

She has the capital to make further demands.

Although Lu Shaolin was dissatisfied, he thought of his illness and the fact that he still needed Feng Qingchen, so he gritted his teeth and endured it, and asked someone to come in and untie Feng Qingchen's bracelet.

The officers thought that Lu Shaolin was going to torture Feng Qingchen, and they were very excited. They had been waiting for this moment for the whole night, but they didn't expect Lu Shaolin to say, "Take Miss Feng to Room No. 9, take good care of her, and don't let her die."

The Blood-Clothed Guards have four levels of cells: Tian, ​​Di, Xuan and Huang. The Tian cells are used to detain royal relatives and are rarely used. Those who are imprisoned in the Tian cells cannot be tortured easily.

"Lord Lu?" An officer thought he had misheard and asked in a low voice.

I hope their adults are not possessed by evil spirits.

This is Feng Qingchen, the person that the higher-ups have ordered to deal with!

"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and do it." Lu Shaolin said sternly with a dark face.

"Yes, yes, yes." The officer was so frightened that he almost lost his courage. He bent over and respectfully asked Feng Qingchen to move.

Feng Qingchen shook his head and chuckled, "Thank you, Master Lu."

After saying that, he walked out.

When passing by Lu Shaolin, Lu Shaolin suddenly grabbed Feng Qingchen...