1004 Free Clinic, the People in the Prosperous Dongling

After sailing for five days, the group finally arrived at an isolated island in the sea, which was where the Ninth Prince's navy was stationed. |

After arriving on the island, the Ninth Prince became even busier. Not only did he have to deal with the prisoners, but he also had to meet with the generals on the island to discuss the next plan. After all, it was not easy for the Ninth Prince to go to the island last time, and it was unknown when he would come here next time. If he didn't take the opportunity to win over the hearts of the people, then how long would he have to wait?

Unlike the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen was free. After a few days of treatment, the condition of the wounded had been well controlled. Feng Qingchen also taught some soldiers how to change the dressings, so she didn't need to do everything by herself.

However, although he had some free time, Feng Qingfa did not dare to wander around the island. The island of the Ninth Prince's uncle was not an ordinary deserted island, or a place where ordinary people lived. It was a military island. The entire island was under militarized management, and if anything went wrong, he would be dealt with by military law.

The Ninth Prince was busy on the island for more than ten days. Feng Qingchen had nothing to do except to visit the wounded soldiers' camp. Life on the island was boring and uninteresting. Apart from training, the soldiers only ate and slept.

There were women on the island, but apart from those who cleaned and did rough work, some did special work. Feng Qingchen had no intention of discriminating against them, but the soldiers arranged by the Ninth Prince did not allow her to come into contact with those people at all.

There was no need to talk to Feng Qingchen. On this small island, if she made a wrong step, she would be punished by military law. Besides, she was not interested in military prostitutes.

Feng Qingchen was not a delicate girl who required company. She knew that the Ninth Prince was very busy, so she found things to do for herself and tried her best to pass the boring days on the island.

On this day, she was staying in her room preparing medicine when Zuo An suddenly ran over and asked nonchalantly, "Feng Qingchen, someone is sick, will you treat him?"

"If it can be cured, then cure it." Feng Qingchen stopped what he was doing and said calmly.

"What kind of people can be cured?"

"As long as they are sick, I will treat them." The people on this island were either soldiers or prisoners. Those prisoners were also from Dongling. The Ninth Prince did not treat them harshly and sent military doctors to treat their injuries.

Zuo An raised his eyebrows uncertainly: "Really? What about the military prostitute? Will you save her?"

Military prostitute?

The person that the Ninth Prince didn't allow her to contact?

Feng Qingchen could understand the Ninth Uncle's thoughts. After all, no man would like his woman to hang out with prostitutes all day long. However, she did not discriminate. Those women were not there voluntarily. They were just poor people.

Feng Qingchen knew Zuo An was not joking, so he packed up his medicine box and said, "Zuo An, I told you, I will treat any patient, no matter what he does. Are you leaving now?"

"Let's go." Zuo An was quite surprised to see Feng Qingchen showed no interest in him, but he still led Feng Qingchen away.

Zuo An was lucky, as he could walk to the military prostitute camp, and then a girl blocked his way with tears and shouting. With Zuo An's personality, he certainly wouldn't care, but...

The sick person is a child, he can't just ignore him.

"Young master, young lady, please, please save my child." A woman in green saw Zuo An and Feng Qingchen coming over, she fell to her knees with a thud and kowtowed continuously. Her clothes were already covered in dust and she looked very embarrassed.

Zuo An was agile and had dodged long ago, leaving Feng Qingchen alone in front. Feng Qingchen glared at Zuo An fiercely before helping the young woman up: "Madam, get up quickly, saving people is urgent."

"Yes, yes, yes." The woman in green quickly got up, pointed inside the house anxiously, and led Feng Qingchen inside.

The sick child was about three years old. He had a high fever, his little face was red, and he kept making very slight humming sounds.

"How long has the child been sick?" Feng Qingchen touched the child's forehead, which was frighteningly hot. Although children should not be given intravenous drips as much as possible, the child will be in danger if the fever does not go down.

After Feng Qingchen asked a few simple questions and got the woman's answers one by one, he began to give the child medicine.

Children get sick quickly and recover quickly. After a bottle of saline solution was finished, the child no longer looked so uncomfortable. The woman in green thanked her profusely. If Feng Qingchen hadn't stopped her, she would have probably had a broken forehead.

Feng Qingchen left the medicine and told the woman to take good care of the children and call her if anything happened. Then she picked up the medicine box and left. However, just as she reached the door, she saw a group of women holding children of all sizes, standing at the door and looking at her timidly, with both expectation and fear in their eyes. Those children did not look very healthy.

"What are you doing?" Feng Qingchen guessed vaguely and simply did not leave. He stood in the middle waiting for people to come forward.

"Girl, girl..." The women stood there, wanting but afraid, and hesitated to open their mouths. The older children looked at Feng Qingchen bravely. For a moment, this situation made Feng Qingchen feel like she was back in an African refugee camp.

Alas... Feng Qingchen sighed.

She had always known that medical resources were scarce in this world, but she had never thought it was this serious. Looking at the people who blocked her way but did not dare to speak, Feng Qingchen took the initiative to speak: "Go line up over there, one by one."

"Auntie, girl, are you willing to treat us?" the women asked with sobs, looking very cautious, as if they were afraid that they had heard it wrong.

On the island, no doctor was willing to treat them.

"I'm a doctor." I have no right to choose my patients.

"Girl, thank you, thank you. We will never forget your kindness. Huzi, Shitou, come on, kowtow to the girl." The women hurriedly pushed their children forward.

"No, the children are still young, don't let them suffer this, go line up over there, I'll have someone bring a table over." Feng Qingchen stepped forward and helped the children in front of him up, but the children quickly shrank back and said timidly, "We are dirty."

Feng Qingchen's hand froze in mid-air, without any embarrassment, he just silently took it back, asked everyone to line up, turned around and called Zuo An over: "Go, move a table and two chairs for me."

"Why me?" Zuo An murmured in dissatisfaction, but did not refuse.

After the tables and chairs were placed in place, a simple consultation room was set up. Feng Qingchen sat there and began to examine the women and children one by one.

Zuo An was not idle either. As the only literate person present, he was responsible for recording everyone's condition, writing prescriptions for them, and instructing them to keep the prescriptions well and bring them to pick up the medicine tomorrow.

There were a lot of patients. Feng Qingchen was busy from morning to night and only finished seeing one-third of them. It was dark and Feng Qingchen was unable to treat them. He had to ask the others to come back tomorrow. Those who did not wait left silently without any noise or dissatisfaction.

Feng Qingchen stood there and watched silently, feeling indescribable.

Is this the prosperous Dongling? Is this the peaceful and prosperous era?

Are the people in prosperous times living a life of being ill-clad, hungry, and incurable?

In the Dongling Imperial City, she heard people around her talk about the prosperous dynasty and the Dongling prosperity every day. But when she walked out of the imperial city, she realized that the so-called prosperity was nothing but an illusion, and that people living at the bottom of Dongling were suffering very much.

Dongling is the strongest and richest country in Jiuzhou Continent, and the people are all like this. What about other places? What about Beiling, the most miserable place?

Perhaps, it is a blessing for the people that the Ninth Prince has unified the Nine Provinces!