116 It's late
116 It's late
Although the Emperor had never interfered in the affairs between the Queen and Feng Qingchen, he knew everything about it.
Choosing Feng Qingchen was a helpless move, and also because Feng Qingchen was recommended by Dong Lingjiu.
The emperor has never been able to find any evidence against the Ninth Uncle, and now that an opportunity has been presented to him, how could he let it go?
It would be fine if Feng Qingchen cured Dong Ling Ziluo, but if she failed, the blame would definitely be put on the Ninth Prince.
"Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Uncle said that you have extraordinary medical skills and are proficient in external injuries. Don't let me down. If you can cure Prince Luo's injury, I will reward you handsomely. If you can't, you don't have to return to Feng Mansion."
The emperor used his imperial majesty to suppress Feng Qingchen, making her understand that if the emperor wanted to kill her, it would be useless even if the Ninth Prince protected her.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head even lower, but his words were not panicked at all. He said calmly: "Qingchen will definitely try his best. Can you let Qingchen take a look at King Luo's injuries?"
Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Uncle was right behind her. She wanted to turn around and take a look at him, but she knew she couldn't...
"Okay." The emperor nodded.
Feng Qingchen walked towards the inner room, and glanced at Dong Lingjiu quietly when he turned sideways, but found that Dong Lingjiu always looked calm and indifferent at all times.
Just when Feng Qingchen was about to retract the divine thread, he was met with the prince's smile which contained a profound implication.
Feng Qingchen was startled, and quickly lowered his head and followed the palace maid's footsteps...
As they stepped into the inner room, the eunuchs and palace maids made way for them one after another. The imperial doctors who were lucky enough to stay behind all avoided them as if they had found their saviors.
Dongling Ziluo, we meet again!
Feng Qingchen looked down at the miserable and dying Dong Ling Ziluo, but there was no pride or joy in his eyes.
Feng Qingchen knew that Dongling Ziluo’s condition must be very bad, otherwise the emperor would not have ordered her to enter the palace for treatment.
Apart from curing Wang Jinling's eye disease, she did not do anything else to prove her superb medical skills. How could the emperor hand Dong Ling Ziluo over to her? Most importantly, she was Dong Ling Ziluo's ex-fiancee.
Because Dongling Ziluo's reputation was ruined, and because Princess Anping was imprisoned in the Blood-Clothed Guard prison.
Even if the emperor is not afraid of her doing something dirty, the queen should be afraid.
She is a worthless person, and she is the only one among the nine clans of the Feng family.
But after seeing Dong Ling Ziluo's increasingly weak heartbeat, Feng Qingchen understood.
The queen had no choice but to try her best.
In Dongling Ziluo's condition, even if the imperial physician used the most famous medicine in the world to keep him alive, he could only hold on for half a day at most, and would die after that.
The arrow went straight through the artery and it was impossible to pull it out or not pull it out.
The most important thing is that I missed the opportunity to stop the bleeding in time. It would not be difficult to treat this arrow wound, but...
Fortunately, the doctors also understood that Dong Ling Ziluo would die faster if he lost too much blood. Although the arrow was not pulled out, the blood flow was not fast.
Feng Qingchen stood beside the bed, with no intention of checking, but her brows were getting tighter and tighter.
The Ninth Prince really thinks highly of her. This injury...
It really wasn't an ordinary trouble, and she wasn't sure.
It was delayed too long and there was no timely treatment. She is a doctor, not a god.
The room was silent. Everyone looked at Feng Qingchen, waiting for her answer, but she didn't move. Finally, the Queen couldn't hold back her anger and asked, "Feng Qingchen, can you cure it?"
"It's too late. If you had come to me earlier, I would have been 80% sure that I could pull out the arrow without harming His Highness Prince Luo's life. But now..." Feng Qingchen sighed, "His Highness Prince Luo has lost too much blood and is very weak. In addition, the bleeding has not stopped and the blood supply to his calf is insufficient. It is very likely to be necrotic."
"Feng Qingchen, what do you mean?" There was a flash of panic and fear in the queen's eyes. She dug her nails into her palms, and the piercing pain allowed her to stand firm.
Feng Qingchen ignored the queen, squatted down, and pressed Dong Ling Ziluo's calf with both hands: "It's not easy. I can save Prince Luo now, but it's hard to say whether this leg will be disabled."
"Bold Feng Qingchen, are you trying to shirk your responsibility? If you fail to cure Prince Luo, I will have you buried with me." The queen shouted loudly, as if only in this way could she suppress the regret in her heart.
"Empress, there's no use killing me. His Royal Highness Prince Luo's injury won't get any better. It's too late. If you had called me two hours earlier, I promise I could have cured His Royal Highness Prince Luo." Feng Qingchen said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"Empress, if you don't believe me, you can ask the imperial physician. Everything Feng Qingchen said is true, without any selfish motives."
The Queen was silent.
The imperial physician had said this a long time ago.
Feng Qingchen knelt down before the emperor and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for being unable to do anything. If Your Majesty wants to sentence me to death, I have nothing to say. It is because I am not good enough in martial arts."
Feng Qingchen looked calm. She just hoped not to cause trouble for the Ninth Uncle.
The bright yellow robe moved slightly, and the balls on his head collided. The emperor was angry, but his anger was directed at Dong Lingjiu: "Ninth brother, what's going on? Since you know that Feng Qingchen is an excellent doctor, why didn't you recommend him earlier?"
Dong Lingjiu saw the murderous intent clearly, but pretended not to know. "Brother, I have suggested this to the Queen before, but she disagreed."
Dong Ling Jiuping narrated, looking up at the Queen slightly. Although she didn't say anything and her eyes didn't change, the Queen seemed to see that the Ninth Prince blamed her for delaying the treatment of Prince Luo's illness.
"Your Majesty, I am your concubine, your concubine." The queen staggered as if she could not stand steadily.
She was already regretting it, and after Dong Lingjiu's words, it seemed as if she was the one who killed Dong Ling Ziluo.
"Queen, you are confused." Although the emperor was angry, he did not blame the queen too much. After all, the one who was most worried about Dongling Ziluo was the queen.
"Your Majesty, please save Luo'er. I can't live without him." The queen's eyes were red, but she held back her tears.
The tenderness of a loving mother and the majesty of a mother of a country are balanced just right.
The emperor patted the queen's shoulder.
"Feng Qingchen, are you sure you can cure Prince Luo?" The emperor felt choked up, but he could only suppress it.
He had carefully planned today's assassination to test Dong Lingjiu, but he didn't expect...
Another group of people suddenly appeared, not only destroying his plan, but also causing his favorite son to be missing.
As the leader of a country, how could he be at peace with himself after suffering such a huge loss?
If Dong Ling Zi Luo died, he would definitely want Dong Ling Jiu to be buried with him.
Feng Qingchen thought that the emperor was concerned about Dongling Ziluo, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "Your Majesty, if I cut off the right leg, I have a 70% chance of saving Palace Luo..."
"No." The emperor interrupted Feng Qingchen before she could finish her words.
The prince of the Dongling Dynasty would rather die than be deposed.
The Dongling royal family can't afford to lose this person.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head in panic, hiding the sarcasm in his eyes.
In the heavenly family, the love between father and son is not as important as face, she knew it.
"Feng Qingchen, I want you to save Prince Luo's life and also take care of his legs." The emperor said without allowing any refusal.
Feng Qingchen looked embarrassed: "Your Majesty, Qingchen can't do it. Prince Luo's injury has been delayed for too long."
He was rubbing salt into the Queen's wounds without leaving any trace. As expected, as soon as Feng Qingchen finished speaking, he saw the Queen's skirt shaking.
"Feng Qingchen, I don't care about these. I now order you to do your best to save Prince Luo. There must be no mistakes." The emperor gave a stern order, his eyes falling on Dong Lingjiu.
He wanted to see how much his ninth brother cared about Feng Qingchen and whether he would speak up for her.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed.
Dong Lingjiu stood there quietly as if nothing had happened, forming a world of his own, inconspicuous yet impossible to ignore.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and didn't dare to breathe.
She knew she had no right to refuse, but...
She was really unsure about Dong Ling Zi Luo's injury.
The Ninth Prince’s attitude was very clear, that is, he would not help her.
Feng Qingchen knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I am only 30% sure. If Your Majesty agrees to let me treat him, I beg Your Majesty to allow me to be the only one left in the room."
Even if there is only one chance, she can't give up.
Dong Ling Zi Luo is the patient and she is the doctor, she will not be wrong about this.
Feng Qingchen is harmless, but the Queen is wary of him.
"No, Feng Qingchen, I don't agree." The Queen's emotions calmed down and she once again resumed the graceful and noble demeanor of the Queen Mother.
He looked at Dong Lingjiu with implicit provocation.
She was waiting for Dong Lingjiu to come forward for Feng Qingchen.
"If it doesn't work, then Qingchen doesn't even have a 10% chance of success. Please, Your Majesty, order the execution of Qingchen and seek other options." Although it was clearly a threat, Feng Qingchen said it with great sadness.
"Your Majesty, Qingchen is a doctor. The one injured today is His Royal Highness Prince Luo. If it was an ordinary person, Qingchen would have rushed forward to treat him regardless of everything. You must know that saving lives is like putting out a fire. Every moment of delay will put Prince Luo in greater danger."
Feng Qingchen reminded again that Dong Ling Ziluo's life or death was unknown at the moment, and it was all caused by the Queen, not her, Feng Qingchen.
"Feng Qingchen, you are so bold, how dare you threaten the emperor." The queen's strength, which she had armed herself with great difficulty, was almost broken by Feng Qingchen.
Putting aside Dong Ling Zi Luo's identity, the person lying in the bed, whose life or death is unknown, was a piece of her flesh that fell off.
Her heartache was completely different from the emperor's.
"I dare not reply to the Queen. I am just telling the truth." Feng Qingchen almost fell to the ground. Her body trembled slightly, silently revealing her fear.
She was actually scared, really scared.
She was afraid that the emperor would force her to heal Dongling Ziluo in front of everyone, and that the emperor would not give her a chance, so she dragged her out and beheaded her.
She doesn't want to die!
Feng Qingchen knew that once the emperor gave the order to kill her, the Ninth Prince would not protect her. Even if the Ninth Prince wanted to protect her, he would be powerless.
The only one she can rely on is herself.
Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and tried to persuade him again, "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness Prince Luo's injury cannot be delayed any longer. The longer it is delayed, the more disadvantageous it will be. Please issue an order."
Kill me, or let me save Dongling Ziluo!
Feng Qingchen's heart was in her throat, waiting for the emperor's decision...