117 Shocking

What Feng Qingchen didn't expect was that the emperor did not answer her question, but asked Dong Lingjiu.

"Ninth brother, what do you think?"

"Your Majesty is wise, and your decision is definitely the best for Prince Luo." Dong Lingjiu was not surprised and hit back softly.

Now, he is not the one who is anxious.

"Ninth brother, Prince Luo was injured while saving you, and Feng Qingchen was also recommended by you. I want to hear your opinion." He wanted to distance himself from the matter, but there was no way.

A cold light flashed in the emperor's eyes.

Having sacrificed a son, he must get some benefits in return.

"My dear brother, you are stupid. If you think Feng Qingchen cannot cure Prince Luo, just kill her. She is just a woman after all." He looked calm, as if they were discussing what to eat today.

I knew it would be like this, but Feng Qingchen still couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

Feng Qingchen smiled bitterly and continued to lie on the ground, waiting for the emperor's decision.

It turns out that she was just a chess piece.

What the emperor cares about is not whether she can save Dongling Ziluo, but whether she can bring down Dongling Jiu.

"Okay, I will..." The emperor paused here as if he was deliberately keeping people in suspense.

After waiting for a long time, the Emperor was very disappointed that the Ninth Uncle did not speak. He glanced at Dong Ling Zi Luo and said, "I will give Feng Qingchen one chance. Ninth brother, I believe in you and the people you recommend."

He helped Feng Qingchen many times, but didn't care about her life or death.

Ninth brother, what are your plans?

The emperor found that he was increasingly unable to understand Dong Lingjiu.

But Dong Lingjiu never thought that anyone could understand him.

"Your Majesty, you are too kind. Feng Qingchen was not recommended by me. I just thought that she might have a solution. I heard that she saved Doctor Yuan who had a stroke outside the Feng Mansion. I think her character and medical skills must be good."

The Ninth Prince was reminding Feng Qingchen not to involve her feud with Dong Ling Zi Luo with this matter.

"Ninth brother is right. This girl has a good character. Feng Qingchen, go ahead and do it. Don't let me down." Most people cannot afford the price of disappointing the emperor.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, Your Majesty, and Uncle Nine. Qingchen will do his best." Feng Qingchen couldn't say that he would definitely not let them down, because...

She herself was not sure.

"In that case, let's withdraw and leave the inner room to Doctor Feng." The emperor turned around and left first.

Dong Lingjiu and the Crown Prince followed closely behind. The Queen deliberately slowed down a step and said in a patronizing tone, "Feng Qingchen, as long as you can cure His Royal Highness Prince Luo, the past will be wiped out. I promise that when Prince Luo marries a principal wife in the future, you will be his concubine."

"Thank you, Queen. May you live a thousand years." Feng Qingchen bowed deeply. "Queen, I'm sorry that I can't see you off. His Royal Highness Prince Luo's injury is serious."

Concubine? Feng Qingchen didn't want that.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the room without caring how ugly the queen's expression was.

He pulled the screen over to cover the window and door, and lit the candle.

The Queen was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

No one in the Dongling Dynasty dared to disrespect her like this.

"Your Majesty, please calm down. His Highness's injury is the most important thing. Miss Feng is also worried about Prince Luo's injury." The palace maid hurriedly comforted the Queen.

"Let's go." The Queen flicked her sleeves and the maid carefully closed the door.

After the people left, Feng Qingchen was the only one left in the huge inner room. Feng Qingchen could finally let go of her tense nerves, activated the smart medical kit, and started to examine Dong Ling Ziluo.

The diagnosis result was worse than Feng Qingchen had expected. All physical indexes were much lower than the average. The heartbeat was so weak that it was almost undetectable, and the blood pressure was terribly low.

Blood transfusion is necessary.

Dongling Ziluo, blood type O.

This blood type doesn't need to worry about anemia, but...

Feng Qingchen looked at the only bag of O-type blood left in the blood bank and had tears but nowhere to shed.

"200cc of blood, it's not enough to fill the gaps between teeth." Feng Qingchen held the blood bag and placed it on the left side of Dong Ling Ziluo.

"Next time, I must save more blood. I will regret not having enough blood when I need it."

Feng Qingchen felt so depressed when he saw the 200cc blood bag deflated so quickly.

This is the imperial palace, and although there is no shortage of blood, she is not allowed to draw blood easily. Even if she draws enough blood, the royal family will not allow her to use it.

Royal blood, would the royal family allow the noble blood in their bodies to be polluted?

With a faint smile, Feng Qingchen tied her hair up, put on her gloves, and looked serious.

Feng Qingchen first injected Dong Ling Ziluo with antibiotics to increase his antibodies, and then injected him with a drug to stimulate blood supply to the heart.

If there is no blood, make your own blood.

Dong Ling Zi Luo's whole body was cold and his blood supply was insufficient. If this continued, it would be useless even if he was revived. She had to let Dong Ling Zi Luo's body functions recover first before she could pull out the arrow from his leg.

Dong Ling Ziluo's body is too weak. It is difficult for him to withstand the next operation. She must first stimulate the vitality of Dong Ling Ziluo's body.

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen injected Dong Ling Ziluo with anesthetic. Feng Qingchen did not dare to give him general anesthesia, so he could only give him local anesthesia. He prayed silently in his heart that this guy would not wake up halfway.

The anesthetic hadn't taken effect yet and 200cc of blood was gone.

Feng Qingchen took down the blood bag and hung up the infusion bottle.

Feng Qingchen was very busy, but he was not at all flustered.

Dong Ling Ziluo's bedside table was filled with various medicine bottles and injections, but the most eye-catching thing was the black pistol.

Only Feng Qingchen would think of putting the pistol on the table. Although it is convenient, it is still a bit ostentatious.

Half an hour later, Dong Ling Zi Luo's complexion looked a little better. Feng Qingchen touched his forehead, but found that he couldn't be sure because of the gloves. It was troublesome to take off the gloves, so he just touched his forehead lightly.

"You haven't developed a fever yet, you're lucky. But it will soon become a high fever." The collision lasted only a (5) moment, and Feng Qingchen felt nothing.

But... Dong Ling Ziluo, who was in a deep coma, fortunately regained some consciousness at this time.

In a daze, he felt a very beautiful face approaching, but he couldn't catch it. He only felt that the moment the face approached him, his whole body became warm. Unfortunately, the time was too short and he couldn't catch it.

Dong Ling Zi Luo murmured in dissatisfaction. Feng Qingchen glanced at it but didn't take it to heart.

I am confused because of the illness.

After making sure again and again that Dong Ling Zi Luo's body could finally withstand the damage caused by pulling out the arrow, Feng Qingchen took a pair of scissors and cut off all of Dong Ling Zi Luo's pants, including the arrow that was exposed outside.

There was no way to clean a wound like this carefully, and Feng Qingchen didn't have the kindness to do so. She opened a bottle of disinfectant alcohol and poured it directly on Dong Ling Ziluo's leg.

The medicine on the wound was all washed away by the alcohol. The alcohol seeped into the wound, making a "hissing" sound, but Dong Ling Ziluo felt no pain and let Feng Qingchen do whatever he wanted with his right leg.

Feng Qingchen has never been a man who is gentle with women. With his left hand, he continued to pour alcohol on Dong Ling Ziluo's wound. In his right hand, he was already holding a pair of tweezers with cotton wool, wiping away the dirt near the wound and stopping the bleeding at the same time.

After a bottle of alcohol was used up, Feng Qingchen began to carefully clean Dong Ling Zi Luo's wound to avoid any residue. After the wound was clear and clean, Feng Qingchen used tweezers to open the wound and saw the arrowhead clamped in the flesh...

Feng Qingchen's face changed, the hand holding the tweezers shook, and the tweezers fell to the ground.

how so?