A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1146 Catch it, both hands are ruined

Depend on!

Feng Qingchen couldn't help but curse.

She can hardly protect herself now, and doesn't know if she will be killed in the accident. Yet she is asked to save Zhezhe. Do the secret guards think too highly of her?

Looking at the huge rock less than ten meters away from him, and then looking at Zhezhe who was falling towards him, Feng Qingchen knew that if he couldn't think of a solution this time, not only would he be hit by the rock, but Zhezhe would also be killed.

Oh my God, you are such a jerk.

At the critical moment of life and death, Feng Qingchen had to make sacrifices no matter how reluctant she was. No matter how precious the gun in her hand was, it was not as important as her and Zhezhe's lives.

Feng Qingchen did not hesitate and thrust the gun in his hand into the mud. He slid forward with the gun for several meters. However, the gun barrel slowed him down a bit.

This speed was enough for Feng Qingchen. After all, she was also a disciple of the leader of the blasting team in the peacekeeping force. Even if she only learned 30%, it was enough for her to save herself and Zhezhe. However, the gun was destroyed.

There's nothing to be sad about. Your life is more important.

"Feng Qingchen..."

Seeing that Feng Qingchen was only a fist away from the stone, and seeing that Zhezhe was about to fall to the ground, the secret guards and Doudou all lost hope. Although the Ninth Prince refused to give up, after all, distant water could not put out a nearby fire.

“Qingchen.” The Ninth Prince held out his hand, choking with sobs, but the two were still dozens of meters apart: “You promised me that you would kill me first, even if you had to die.”

The Ninth Prince's eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in them, but in that split second, Feng Qingchen suddenly made a U-turn, and used the bent pistol to hit the boulder. Feng Qingchen used the force to turn his head, kicked his legs on the stone, and fell out due to the impact.

"I can't die." The moment she flew out, Feng Qingchen snorted unhappily, which scared everyone, especially the secret guards and Doudou.

This won’t kill you?

Miss Feng is really too strong. The secret guards thought of Feng Qingchen's heroic appearance on the racecourse and felt relieved.

"Beautiful! Feng Qingchen, I have decided to admire you." Doudou excitedly waved his fist, his little face flushed red.

The tears in the Ninth Prince's eyes instantly disappeared, revealing a smile that captivated everyone: "Sure enough, I was worried about you for nothing."

Feng Qingchen had already calculated that the direction from which he fell was exactly where Zhezhe fell. Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and reached out to catch him.

"Zhezhe, whether you can hit the target depends on your luck." Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and did not look. She was no longer able to change her direction and speed. If she rushed over like this, she didn't know if she could hit the target. If she couldn't, she didn't want to see Zhezhe fall to his death in front of her eyes.

Zhezhe...is actually a child that makes people feel sorry for him.

Fortunately, Zhezhe was lucky, and Feng Qingchen calculated the position very accurately, so he was able to catch him. However, the impact was too great, and Zhezhe was not light either, so Feng Qingchen's hands could not support Zhezhe at all. When Feng Qingchen landed, there was only a cracking sound...

Feng Qingchen's eyes turned red instantly, not because of pain but because of sadness.

Her hands, are they fractured or broken...

Feng Qingchen fell to the ground, Zhezhe had rolled out of her hands, but she could not move.

At this moment, Zhezhe, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes tremblingly, but he couldn't move yet, and didn't know what had happened. He only knew that it hurt a lot, his whole body was in pain.

"Qingchen." At this time, the Ninth Prince also rushed over and quickly picked up Feng Qingchen, with a worried look on his face.

Feng Qingchen fell face first onto the ground. Although his face was not broken into pieces, it was covered in dust and he looked very miserable. The Ninth Prince gently wiped the dirt off Feng Qingchen's face.

Feng Qingchen took a long time to recover, and gave the Ninth Uncle a weak smile: "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

At this time, the people from the Red Blood Hall also caught up, and the Ninth Prince had to let go of Feng Qingchen first.

"Wait, I will avenge you right away." After making sure that Feng Qingchen was fine, the Ninth Prince felt relieved and picked up his sword to continue fighting with the people from the Red Blood Hall.

At this moment, the Ninth Prince was like a dragon entering the sea. Every move he made was ruthless, three times more vicious than that of a killer. He made the people of the Red Blood Hall tremble with fear and became more and more timid as the fight went on.

"Feng Qingchen, are you okay?" At this time, Doudou also came over with the master of Xuanyi Valley.

The secret guards blocked most of the attacks for them, so Doudou had the chance to move forward.

As soon as Doudou stepped forward, he grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand, causing Feng Qingchen to sweat profusely from the pain: "Ah, don't touch me."

"What's wrong with you?" Doudou was startled and quickly let go. Seeing this, the master of Xuanyi Valley didn't bother to check Zhezhe, but went forward to see Feng Qingchen.

"Your hand is injured?" The master of Xuanyi Valley saw Feng Qingchen's hands hanging limply at his sides and knew that the situation was serious.

He had seen how flexible Feng Qingchen's hands were. It would be a pity if they were destroyed.

"It looks like a broken bone." Feng Qingchen wanted to laugh, but the smile on her face was uglier than crying. Although she couldn't check it, she could judge it based on her experience.

Her hand must be broken.

Although she didn't want to make people worry, she was really scared. She was afraid that her hands would be ruined and that she would never be able to hold a knife again.

She likes being a doctor, she likes the feeling of holding a knife, she likes the feeling of saving people. Only then does she feel that she is still useful and not an unwanted orphan.

"Let me see." The master of Xuanyi Valley kicked Doudou away, and without caring whether the occasion was right or not, he walked forward and lifted up Feng Qingchen's sleeves.

Feng Qingchen's hands were bloody, red and swollen, and his elbows were almost twisted.

"The injury is very serious." Based on visual observation, the master of Xuanyi Valley could conclude that it would be difficult for Feng Qingchen to get his hand the same as before.

Feng Qingchen nodded with a sob, and raised her chin slightly to prevent the tears from falling: "Can you help me see if it can be cured?"

“Even if it can be cured, you can’t go back to the original state. You are a doctor yourself. Don’t you know that no matter how good the doctor is, he can’t make the injured area the same as before?” An injury is an injury, and it can’t be erased no matter what.

"I know." How could she not understand that an injured hand could never be the same again?

"Since you know that, why do you still mess around with your hands? Don't you know how important your own hands are?" The master of Xuanyi Valley felt angry when he saw Feng Qingchen's hands.

Feng Qingchen wants to ruin his medical career, really...

"I didn't do anything rash." She was just saving people. Her hands were meant to save people.

"Your hands are about to be broken, and you still say you haven't done anything reckless. He's just a stinky kid you don't know very well. Are you really going to ruin your hands for this kid?" The leader of Xuanyi Valley became angrier and angrier, and kicked Zhezhe in anger.

"He's just a bad boy that no one wants. Why did you save him? If he dies, he's dead. Do you think they are from the Demon Cult and dare to cause trouble for you?" It was a waste of medicine and everyone's time. Now Feng Qingchen's hands were injured. The master of Xuanyi Valley hated Zhezhe more and more.

I have never seen such an unlovable child.

"This has nothing to do with Zhezhe. Valley Master, please don't vent your anger on me. Please help me first and take a look at my hand to see how much it can recover." She regretted it for sure, but if the situation happened again, she would still save Zhezhe.

At that moment, she only wanted to save Zhezhe...