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Feng Qingchen could see clearly Xiling Tianlei's doubts, and she became secretly more cautious in her heart. She was sure that this man knew a lot about her.

Feng Qingchen pretended not to know and calmly took out a bottle of anesthetic from the operating table.

"What is this?" Xiling Tianlei was a little alert.

If he hadn't been seriously injured, he would never have come to find Feng Qingchen.

"Ma Fei San." Feng Qingchen looked very businesslike, and she exuded a sense of competence that women of this era did not have.

"My dear, I don't know who you are, nor do I want to know who you are. As for the grudge between you and that person, I have no interest in getting involved. I am just a doctor, a very ordinary doctor.

Since you chose to come to me, please believe me, believe in my ethics and principles as a doctor. Don't say we have no hatred. Even if we do, as long as you lie here, I will do my best to treat you. This is my principle as a doctor."

Under Xiling Tianlei's gaze, Feng Qingchen injected the anesthetic into Xiling Tianlei's body while speaking.

Xiling Tianlei struggled for a moment, but when he saw the clarity and calmness in Feng Qingchen's eyes, he relaxed.

"Feng Qingchen, I believe in you. Don't let me down."

"You're not worthy." Feng Qingchen said disdainfully.

After the anesthesia took effect, Feng Qingchen turned on the smart medical kit and examined Xiling Tianlei.

The lung lobe is injured and there is excessive blood loss. This is definitely a major operation and the patient urgently needs a blood transfusion.

After Feng Qingchen examined Xiling Tianlei, she found that he was type B blood. She took out the unused type O blood from last time and gave Xiling Tianlei a blood transfusion. At the same time, she pulled over the operating table and arranged the instruments one by one.

Seeing Xiling Tianlei lying flat on the operating table, Feng Qingchen's mind flashed back to Lan Jiuqing lying in the secret room and she squatting on the ground to treat his wounds.

Patting his head, Feng Qingchen cleared away all the messy thoughts in his mind. After the anesthetic took effect, Feng Qingchen calmed his mind and concentrated on treating Xiling Tianlei's wound.

Although Xiling Tianlei's lung was injured, it was not as serious as Lan Jiuqing's last injury. Xiling Tianlei was only scratched by the sword, otherwise he would not have been able to hold on for so long.

Feng Qingchen was so focused on cleaning Xiling Tianlei's wound, applying medicine and stitching it up that she didn't even notice that Xiling Tianlei woke up in the middle of the process.

Every royal child grew up being fed with poison. Not to mention anesthetics, even ordinary poisons can't do anything to them.

The moment Xiling Tianlei woke up, his whole body was cold. His first reaction was to kill Feng Qingchen, but he found that he could not move.

And then, Feng Qingchen's actions almost made Xiling Tianlei dare not blink.

Feng Qingchen took different knives and stabbed him all over, but for some reason, he never thought that Feng Qingchen wanted to kill her.

Because Feng Qingchen, who was holding the knife, had a holy glow on his body.

The knife in her hand didn't seem to be a murder weapon.

Facts have proved that Xiling Tianlei is right...

Unfortunately, Xiling Tianlei did not hold on to the end. Due to his weak body and his confidence in Feng Qingchen, he gradually fell into coma even though the anesthetic did not work.

He did not see Feng Qingchen giving him an infusion or feeding him medicine later, nor did he notice that there was a bag of bright red blood on his left hand, flowing into his body.

So for a long time, Xiling Tianlei believed that Feng Qingchen treated people by taking a knife, cutting on the body, and then sewing the wound up like sewing clothes.

After treating Xiling Tianlei's wound, it was already dawn. Feng Qingchen yawned tiredly and took off his surgical gown.

It seems that her health is getting worse and worse. She couldn't hold on after just one night. It seems that she needs to exercise more.

After cleaning up the operating room, Feng Qingchen picked up the anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs and pushed Xiling Tianlei out.

After the wound is treated, all you need to do in the later stages is recuperation. If you want to cure the root cause, Chinese medicine is better.

As expected, Xiling Yaohua had been waiting outside the operating room.

Feng Qingchen was very tired and had no mood to play with this little girl. After pushing Xiling Tianlei out, he ignored Xiling Yaohua's cold eyes and handed the medicine in his hand to Xifu Yaohua: "He's fine. The white box is three times a day, two pills each time. The other kind, once a day, one pill each time. Okay, you can take him away."

Feng Qingchen had no intention of keeping Xiling Tianlei at all.

"Feng Qingchen, what happened to my elder brother?" Xiling Yaohua had a dark face, like a female killer.

"He's fainted from the pain but will wake up soon. You'd better find two strong men to carry him and don't let his wound open." Feng Qingchen yawned again, looking sleepy.

"Impossible, my eldest brother would never faint from the pain." Xiling Yaohua didn't believe it at all. If Xiling Tianlei hadn't warned her not to attack Feng Qingchen again, she would have killed Feng Qingchen long ago.

"What's impossible? Look for yourself to see if he is still alive. Okay, stop talking so much nonsense. Take the man away. He will wake up in two hours." Feng Qingchen said impatiently.

Although Xiling Yaohua was angry, she could only grit her teeth and bear it. She took out a leaf and blew it. Two big men appeared in the darkness. After they saluted Xiling Yaohua, they carried Xiling Tianlei away.

Before Xiling Yaohua left, she left a message: "Feng Qingchen, we will meet again soon. When we meet again, I want you to kneel at my feet."

"Really?" Feng Qingchen responded, but didn't take it to heart.

After the people left, Feng Qingchen locked the door of the operating room, took a cold shower, shivered with cold, and fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

While Feng Qingchen was sleeping soundly, the imperial doctors of Dongling Palace stayed awake all night. The arrow in Dongling Ziluo's thigh hit the artery.

The imperial doctors were helpless in the face of this injury. Even after pulling out the arrow, they were not sure they could stop the bleeding. The possibility of Dong Ling Zi Luo's death was 60%.

Unless the thigh is stabbed to death, Dongling Ziluo will not die but will be disabled.

But if it is not pulled out, Dong Ling Ziluo will have no chance of recovery. The longer it is delayed, the greater the damage will be.

"Waste, a bunch of waste. Why would I keep you around?" The Queen was furious. She picked up the teacup and threw it at Doctor Lin.

Doctor Lin's forehead was bleeding, and he kowtowed repeatedly: "Queen, please spare my life, Queen, please spare my life."

A pool of water remained on the white marble, bright red and dazzling.

"Spare my life? If you can't cure Prince Luo's injury, what's the point of keeping you? Come, drag him away and chop him off." The golden hairpin on the queen's head was trembling, her eyes were sunken, and her face looked tired.

Dongling Ziluo is her hope. Nothing must happen to him, let alone destroy him.

"Doctor Zhang, if you can cure Prince Luo, I will reward you handsomely." The Queen pointed casually at an old doctor kneeling in the corner.

As for not being able to cure the disease... needless to say, his fate will be the same as that of Doctor Lin.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Doctor Zhang said weakly.

There were people surrounding Dong Ling Zi Luo's bed, including five or six imperial doctors. They tried every possible means, but the wound still wouldn't stop bleeding. Dong Ling Zi Luo's face was paler than paper.

The queen was so anxious that she almost broke her nails.

The atmosphere in the hall was very tense, but Dong Lingjiu, who was sitting outside, was not affected at all and looked calm and composed.

The prince also accompanied him the whole time, with worry on his face, but actually he was indifferent. The death and dethronement of Dongling Ziluo were both good things for him.

"The Emperor has arrived."

The eunuch's sharp voice broke the solemn atmosphere, and everyone except Dong Lingjiu knelt down to greet him.

"Your Majesty..." The Queen Mother had been worried all night, and when she saw the Emperor coming, tears immediately burst out of her eyes. From a distance, she looked like a tearful pear blossom.

"How is Luo'er?"

The bright yellow court robe made the emperor look majestic, but lacked some humanity. He was aloof and cold, and even when he asked about his favorite son, he showed no intention of getting close to him.

"Your Majesty, the imperial physician said that if Luo'er doesn't wake up now, she may never wake up again." The queen almost cried in the emperor's arms.

The emperor patted the queen with heartache and called several imperial doctors for advice. The result was that Dongling Ziluo's legs must be crippled or he must die.

"A bunch of trash. The Dongling Dynasty doesn't keep trash. Come on, drag these trash out and chop them off for me."

This is the emperor. With just one order, countless people died or were injured.

The imperial doctors looked as pale as death, but they did not dare to beg for mercy.

Everyone knew that the emperor loved Prince Luo. A trace of sadness flashed across the prince's face, but it quickly disappeared.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to his father's indifference.

The imperial guards dragged the imperial doctors out. The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they trembled and dared not make a sound. They lowered their heads and stared at their toes, fearing that one of them would be unlucky and be dragged out as well.

"emperor."

Dong Lingjiu stood up, and everyone in the hall stopped because of his action.

"Ninth brother?"

"Ninth Uncle?"

The imperial doctors had been dragged to the palace gate by the guards. When they heard the voice, they were delighted, thinking that the patient could be saved. But then everything became silent again.

The Ninth Prince is known to be cold-blooded and ruthless, how could he possibly save them?

Dong Lingjiu turned a blind eye with an indifferent expression. Although he was talking to the emperor, there was no one in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Prince Luo's injury can't be delayed any longer. I ask Your Majesty to order Feng Qingchen to enter the palace for a try." Dong Lingjiu said this calmly, without any anxiety or worry on his face.

Before the emperor even opened his mouth, the queen rejected him, saying, "Ninth Uncle, there is no need to say more. I absolutely do not agree."

Dong Lingjiu had proposed this idea before, but it was rejected by the Queen. Now he brought it up again...

In contrast to the Queen's aggressive behavior, Dong Lingjiu remained calm, as if the proposal was not made by him, but he stood there, motionless, making his position clear.

"Feng Qingchen? Can she do it?" The emperor asked after hesitating for a moment.

"I don't know, but I can always give it a try." Dong Lingjiu's answer was quite irresponsible.

He just wanted to disgust the queen to death.

In this world, the only person who dares to speak to the emperor like this is the Ninth Prince.

The emperor was silent, and the palace fell into silence again...

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