1129 sells well, how to choose
The profession of doctor is special. If you save a good person, it is equivalent to saving more people; on the contrary, if you cure an evil element, then you are also an executioner.
The doctor is not wrong, the patient is wrong. All the doctor can do is to treat the patient, and the patient's quality is not determined by the doctor.
Feng Qingchen has always understood this principle. In modern times, she would try her best to avoid contact with politicians and try not to treat those who could influence the political situation with just a flick of their fingers.
Of course, with Feng Qingchen's medical skills, she is not qualified to be a doctor for politicians, so this problem has never existed for her.
But she didn't expect that when she moved to another place, all the people she saved were politicians. Except for the free medical treatment during the snowstorm, she rarely treated ordinary people.
"As a doctor, I am undoubtedly a failure; but as a politician, I am very successful." This is what Feng Qingchen said to the Ninth Uncle while sitting in the carriage the next day.
"What's your choice?" Feng Qingchen had chosen to be a doctor before, but an ordinary doctor could not shoulder the heavy responsibility of the Feng family, nor the Feng Liyi clan.
Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly: "Do I have any choice? With my medical skills, I can become an excellent politician." If she chose the former, she would not even have the ability to protect herself.
She said that she wanted to have great power, but she would never be able to do it as a doctor. Since being a doctor is not possible, she would change her career. She could make a living anyway, and she didn't have to be a doctor.
No matter which world it is, the structure of power is fixed. If she wants to snatch food from the tiger's mouth and grab territory from others, she cannot be soft-hearted.
"Silly." Seeing Feng Qingchen's serious look, the Ninth Prince could not help but pull him into his arms: "You, you think too much. Whether you are a doctor or a politician, you just need to remember what you want to do. This world seems to be prosperous, but the people are suffering too much. The conflicts in the four countries and nine cities are becoming more and more intense, and the ordinary people are suffering. As a doctor, it is not wrong for you to save people, but how many people can you save in your lifetime? If you can save the country, then you have saved the people of the world."
"Save the country? Can medical skills save the country?" Feng Qingchen knew how popular an outstanding doctor was among politicians, but he did not think that a doctor could influence the country's strength.
"Of course you can. Aren't you saving the country? Take Wang Jinling for example. It is because you cured his eyes that he was able to display his talent. Wang Jinling's talent is recognized by the world. You cured his eyes and allowed him to realize his ambitions. You not only saved the Wang family, but also saved many people in this world." Everything has two sides, or even multiple sides. Looking at it from another side, you may not see a different result.
“Even without me, Jin Ling’s talent will not be buried. He is Wang Jin Ling, a world-famous young master.” Feng Qingchen found a comfortable position in the arms of the Ninth Prince.
In any case, her worries have been resolved. She can't continue to hold herself to the same standards as doctors. She is no longer just a doctor.
So what if she is just an ordinary doctor? She cures diseases and saves lives. She has no control over what the patients want to do.
Feng Qingchen had been troubled all night and didn't sleep well last night. Lying in the arms of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen fell asleep quickly.
"It's true... There are so many things to learn, but you choose to learn from Ouyang Doudou, who is so thick-skinned that he falls asleep as soon as his worries are relieved." Having said that, the Ninth Prince still took out the blanket and gently covered Feng Qingchen with it.
When traveling, they often encounter situations where they cannot make it to the inn. Today, they did not make it to the inn and had to sleep outside.
They were lucky; the place where they camped was open and not suitable for ambushes, and there were no traces of wild animals.
Feng Qingchen had a good sleep during the day, so he was full of energy. He was busy setting up tents and cooking by himself, and he was very happy. There was no trace of the entanglement and depression seen during the day.
"Women are really weird." Doudou muttered, shook his head, and walked away.
"Hey, where's Doudou?" After dinner was ready, Feng Qingchen realized that Ouyang Doudou was missing.
Doudou is too outgoing. Even if Feng Qingchen wanted to exclude him, he couldn't find the right opportunity. Unconsciously, he treated him as his own.
"Go to the creek." The Ninth Prince pointed in a direction.
"I'll go see him." Feng Qingchen stood up and was about to leave, but was stopped by the Ninth Prince: "Take the medicine box with you."
"Ah?" Feng Qingchen suspected that he had heard it wrong.
It’s amazing that the Ninth Prince actually cares about Doudou’s injury.
"We have found Zhezhe's whereabouts. We can't let Doudou be too idle. After his injury heals, he can also contribute." The Ninth Prince openly plotted against Doudou.
Feng Qingchen was at a loss for words for words regarding the Ninth Emperor's uncle's treachery, so she could only give him a thumbs up: "I admire you."
Doudou wanted to fight with the Ninth Prince, but he won in face but lost in substance. The Ninth Prince is so stingy that he will never let Doudou have an easy time.
Feng Qingchen was carrying the medicine box, walking slowly. After walking about a hundred meters, he saw Doudou squatting by the stream, cleaning his wound with a handkerchief. His little face, trying to endure the pain, was really heartbreaking.
"What a miserable little kid." Feng Qingchen cursed in a low voice and stepped harder. Doudou, who was not far away, heard the voice and immediately put down his clothes. He turned around with murderous intent and said, "What..." Before he finished speaking, he saw that it was Feng Qingchen and immediately changed his face to a playful smile: "Feng Qingchen, what are you doing here?"
Feng Qingchen shook the medicine box in his hand: "I'll give you some medicine."
"No." When Doudou heard this, he immediately thought of the situation when he applied the medicine that day and refused without thinking.
"The wounds on your body have festered. If I don't apply medicine to you, you'll die." Even though Feng Qingchen hadn't had much contact with Doudou in the past few days, he knew that Doudou's injuries were getting worse. He seemed to have a fever during the day today.
This is because Doudou is physically strong. If it were someone else, they would have fallen to the ground long ago.
"I, your uncle Dou, won't die that easily. If you want me to die, you're dreaming." Dou Dou snorted arrogantly.
Feng Qingchen stopped ten steps away from Doudou. He did not insist on changing the medicine for Doudou like he did that night. Instead, he said calmly, "Uncle Nine has found Zhezhe's whereabouts. If nothing unexpected happens, we will find Zhezhe within three days. Your injuries are getting worse. If you don't get treated in time, you won't be able to hold on for even a day, let alone three days."
"Have you found that dead boy? Where is that dead boy? I'm going to cut him into pieces." Doudou is always like this and can't hear the point at all.
Feng Qingchen broke out in a sweat, knowing that he couldn't beat around the bush with Doudou, so he said directly: "Doudou, given your current condition, if you meet Zhezhe, don't even think about taking it out on him. It's good enough if you're not killed by Zhezhe."
"I won't." Doudou retorted angrily, but Feng Qingchen ignored him and continued, "Doudou, I won't say much to you. Your injuries are too serious. You can't heal them by yourself. The medicine you brought won't be of much use. I'll give you an incense stick of time to think about it. Do you want me to clean your wounds? If you do, take off your clothes. If not, I'll leave now. Even if you die of illness in the future, I, Feng Qingchen, won't ask any more questions."
"Uh..." Doudou looked at Feng Qingchen with a conflicted expression.
How to choose like this!
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