1135 On the road, when has the Ninth Emperor ever lost money?
Zhezhe was seriously injured and hadn't woken up for three days. The master of Xuanyi Valley was not dead, so he asked the Ninth Prince to send Feng Qingchen to take a look.
When the Ninth Prince saw that Zhezhe's wounds had been bandaged and he no longer looked hideous, he agreed.
"The patient himself doesn't want to wake up." Feng Qingchen came to this conclusion after diagnosis.
"What you said is the same as not saying anything." The master of Xuanyi Valley had expected Feng Qingchen to come up with some new knowledge, but he was quite disappointed.
"I'm not wrong. Zhezhe has no internal injuries, and these external injuries will not be fatal. He doesn't want to wake up because he is afraid inside and dare not face it." From this we can see that Zhezhe's experience before he fainted was really terrible, so terrible that Zhezhe dared not face it.
The head of Xuanyi Valley became interested when he heard this: "Uncle Nine, what on earth did you do to make this little freak so upset that he dared not wake up?"
"No one is as cruel as you are to the medicine man." The Ninth Prince retorted.
In this age where human life is as cheap as grass, some people's lives are worth less than ants. Feng Qingchen silently shut up and withdrew from the fight between the Ninth Uncle and the Master of Xuanyi Valley.
The Ninth Prince was right. No matter how good her medical skills were, she could only save one or two people. If she wanted to save the people of the world, she would have to climb to the top of the pyramid.
Although there were still various dark sides at that time, her abilities were stronger and she could naturally do more.
Feng Qingchen returned to the room, thinking about how to treat Zhezhe.
In a case like Zhezhe, the patient has given up his life. What she needs to do now is to awaken Zhezhe's vitality.
The only way to make Zhezhe have the will to survive is to communicate with him. From then on, Feng Qingchen would take time out every day to chat with Zhezhe.
There were only her and Zhezhe in the room. Feng Qingchen had no scruples and told Zhezhe a few interesting things about her life in the modern world, focusing on the human rights in that world and how the children in that world lived.
While sympathizing with Zhezhe's will to survive, Feng Qingchen also hopes that Zhezhe can understand some truths, understand the rules of this world, understand what is right and what is wrong, and what kind of life a normal child is.
Feng Qingchen didn't know whether Zhezhe had listened to her or not. Anyway, she didn't have anything to do in this small courtyard, so she would take an hour or so every day to talk to Zhezhe to pass the time.
In this way, another five days passed. Under the treatment of the master of Xuanyi Valley and Feng Qingchen, Zhezhe was not in danger of life, but there was no sign of waking up. Logically, Zhezhe should continue to stay in bed and rest, but the Ninth Prince did not have time to stay here with him.
They have been staying in this small town for nearly half a month. The battle between the Demon Cult and the famous and upright sects is in full swing. Dongling Ziluo and Nanling Jinfan have also led their troops to the miasma forest, preparing to attack Xiling Tianlei.
"It's time for us to set off." The Ninth Prince announced after another day.
The master of Xuanyi Valley was the first to object: "No, Zhezhe's injuries are not suitable for movement." It would be troublesome if something went wrong when he was growing flesh.
"You have to do it no matter how hard you try. I don't have time to waste here with him." The Ninth Prince did not allow any refusal and gave the order forcefully.
The master of Xuanyi Valley was very angry. He winked at Feng Qingchen, asking her to persuade the Ninth Uncle. However, Feng Qingchen turned her head away and pretended not to see it.
Although she was worried about Zhezhe's injury, she understood more clearly that everything the Ninth Prince did was planned in advance. If something unexpected happened in the middle, it would be too late to remedy the situation afterwards.
Xuan Shaoqi has already led people to the Demon Cult. If the Ninth Prince does not rush over, once Xuan Shaoqi destroys the Demon Cult or lets the people of the Demon Cult escape, then everything the Ninth Prince has done will be in vain, and those people will have sacrificed their lives in vain.
I can't let everything I've done before go to waste just for Zhezhe.
The two of them were so difficult to deal with. The head of Xuanyi Valley was furious. He pointed at Feng Qingchen and cursed: "Feng Qingchen, are you a doctor? You are so cold-blooded that you don't care about the life or death of the patient."
It was rare for the head of Xuanyi Valley to be so responsible, so Feng Qingchen could not refute him and said politely, "I am a doctor, so I know very well that according to Zhezhe's current condition, he can definitely go on the road. As long as he pays more attention along the way, his life will not be in danger."
Are you kidding? With the master of Xuanyi Valley here, even if Zhezhe doesn't want to wake up, he won't die for a while.
"Pay more attention? It's easy for you to say that. But do you know how valuable the medicine used on Zhezhe is? When the carriage shakes, the wound will open again and I will have to apply medicine on him again. You know that each time you apply the medicine, the medicine will be used up." In the final analysis, the master of Xuanyi Valley cares not about Zhezhe, but his medicine.
Feng Qingchen could understand this. After all, this was not the era of mass production of drugs. In fact, even if it was possible to mass produce, the expensive drugs were not affordable for everyone. Drugs that required exquisite ingredients were not supplied in unlimited quantities.
Feng Qingchen nodded honestly: "I understand, Valley Master, don't worry, the medicine you spent on Zhezhe will definitely be doubled back. Don't forget, our destination this time is the Demon Cult, Zhezhe's hometown."
“You mean…” The master of Xuanyi Valley’s eyes lit up.
The Demonic Cult, an old force that has existed for hundreds of years, must have a lot of hidden treasures.
Feng Qingchen nodded affirmatively: "Valley Master, you can rest assured. When have you ever seen Uncle Nine lose money? Since he saved Zhezhe, he will make full use of him."
Saving Zhezhe, training and educating Zhezhe may have his own reasons, but more importantly, the benefits that Zhezhe brings are worth the Ninth Prince's effort.
People are like this. If there is no interest relationship, who would take the initiative to make friends with anyone?
"You have a point. The Ninth Prince has always been very careful in what he does. He must have a purpose in saving Zhezhe. Let's go and carry Zhezhe to the carriage. I will definitely take good care of Zhezhe and will never let him die on the road." When it comes to interests, the master of Xuanyi Valley has always been the most direct one. He does things for his own happiness and never cares what the world thinks.
Feng Qingchen didn't say much, and immediately arranged for people to tidy up the carriage and padded it thickly so that Zhezhe could lie more comfortably.
After carrying Zhezhe onto the carriage, the master of Xuanyi Valley got on the carriage spontaneously without the Ninth Uncle's order, and Doudou followed closely behind.
Humph... He doesn't want to ride a horse. He's too tired.
"Why did you come up here? Get out of the way. You're pushing us." The master of Xuanyi Valley was getting displeased with Doudou. He liked well-behaved and smart children, such as Sixing and Zhezhe.
You can tell at first glance that Doudou is not like that; this child is very silly and naive.
"No, I want to sit here." Doudou held on to the car door tightly with both hands. No matter how the master of Xuanyi Valley kicked, he refused to get out of the car.
Since force was not enough, the head of Xuanyi Valley coaxed him: "Why are you sitting here? It's so crowded. Come on, go sit with the Ninth Prince. Their carriage is bigger."
"You are lying to a kid. Do you think I don't know that the Ninth Uncle hates someone who is squeezing between him and Feng Qingchen? I am not stupid enough to seek death." Doudou looked smug.
The head of Xuanyi Valley was surprised: "Wow, I didn't realize you had some brains to know that you can't ride in that carriage."
"Of course, I'm smart, Douye." Doudou raised his head proudly, and the head of Xuanyi Valley's lips twitched...
Feng Qingchen took a look and smiled at the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince gave the two men a cold stab, scaring them so much that they dared not speak and got on the carriage.
The leader of Xuanyi Valley, Zhezhe and Doudou, these three people are a good show, and you won’t be lonely on this journey!
,!