The Emperor's Phoenix: The Abandoned Concubine

As soon as Feng Qingchen returned, she thought about the two strange maids around Imperial Concubine Xie. These two were definitely not simple... If she guessed correctly, these two people should be sent by the emperor. The emperor still refused to give up snatching the token in her hand. If he couldn't use force, he would change to lurking. Feng Qingchen played with the token in her hand and showed a playful smile. Even though she was in trouble, she didn't regret taking out the token. Seeing the emperor anxious, there was no way to be more interesting. And, just when Imperial Concubine Xie was worried that there was a spy around Feng Qingchen, Xia Wan had found an opportunity to tell Feng Qingchen what happened today, and then respectfully waited for Feng Qingchen's order. Originally, Xia Wan was used to replace the original spy and deal with the emperor's people, but... Feng Qingchen dealt with it in advance, and the people of the Ninth Prince were not arranged to come over. There was a window period in the middle. The emperor would definitely be suspicious. Now Xia Wan would definitely not be used as before.

Feng Qingchen sighed secretly and told Xia Wan not to do anything. If the emperor's people came to see her, she should pretend to know nothing. She had ruined a good chess piece in vain. If the commotion hadn't been so big that day, there might have been room for improvement, but unfortunately... Alas... Feng Qingchen was angry when she saw Xia Wan now. Xia Wan's existence reminded the Ninth Prince's evaluation of her: she acted impulsively and didn't use her brain. Xia Wan nodded to show that she understood, and then retreated. She knew that Feng Qingchen didn't like her now, and she didn't dare to move forward, but it would be fine after a while. She was loyal to the girl, and the girl would understand. Because she had to have an operation the next day, Feng Qingchen didn't dare to sleep late, and went to bed early to rest. When she got up the next day, she looked refreshed. After meeting Sun Sixing in the dining hall, they went to find Concubine Xie together.

The Eighth Prince was still sleeping soundly. Feng Qingchen called out to Imperial Concubine Xie and asked Imperial Concubine Xie to carry the Eighth Prince to the operating room. Imperial Concubine Xie did not ask anyone else to do it for her. She held the child herself, with her maids and guards behind her. When they arrived in front of the operating room, Imperial Concubine Xie held the Eighth Prince and kissed him, but she was reluctant to hand the child over to Feng Qingchen. "Can I go in?" Imperial Concubine Xie looked at Feng Qingchen pleadingly. Even though Feng Qingchen repeatedly assured that the Eighth Prince would not be in danger of his life, but... as a mother, she would still worry. "No." Feng Qingchen said without allowing any refusal, and her cold look was somewhat similar to that of the Ninth Uncle. "I'll just stand aside and will never get in your way.

"Royal Concubine Xie requested again, but Feng Qingchen still shook her head. Although it was a small surgery, the process of the operation was always bloody, and she had no time to take care of Royal Concubine Xie. Royal Concubine Xie's repeated requests were useless, so she had to hand the child to Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen held the child and went directly into the operating room. In front of Royal Concubine Xie, she slammed the door. Royal Concubine Xie stood outside the door, staring in a daze... The maids and guards behind her were quite angry, thinking that Feng Qingchen was too arrogant, but Royal Concubine Xie didn't think Feng Qingchen had gone too far. Feng Qingchen did this for the sake of the Eighth Prince. As long as it was good for the Eighth Prince, Royal Concubine Xie didn't care whether Feng Qingchen was unreasonable or not.

After the Eighth Prince was brought in, Feng Qingchen gave him anesthesia, and then... the master and the apprentice waited in the room, waiting for the anesthesia to take effect before they could start. After the anesthesia took effect, Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing put on surgical gowns. The blue surgical gown made Sun Sixing look more handsome. If it weren't for his stern face, you really couldn't tell that he was a doctor and could perform the operation alone. "You will be the surgeon this time, and I will assist you." Feng Qingchen wrapped all her hair, changed into the operating room shoes, and then walked into the operating room. "Master, how about you be the surgeon this time, and I will follow and learn from you." Sun Sixing was confident that he could do the operation well, but... the patient was the Eighth Prince, so he was inevitably nervous. You have to know that Imperial Noble Concubine Xie only trusted Feng Qingchen, otherwise she would not have asked to follow in from outside the operating room.

"I said, my hand is injured, and I can't hold the knife for the time being." Feng Qingchen emphasized again, Sun Sixing remained silent. He had known for a long time that Feng Qingchen's hand was healed, and the hand injury was a complete excuse. This was not a delicate operation, Feng Qingchen could do it completely. "Sixing, remember, although people's status is noble or humble, life is the same in the eyes of doctors. It doesn't matter whether it is the eighth prince or an orphan lying on the operating table today. It's the same to us. No matter who he is, lying on the operating table is a patient, and there are only those things we can do." Feng Qingchen knew that Sun Sixing was a little concerned about the identity of the eighth prince. After all, the first initiative is a "big shot", and there must be pressure in the heart, just like the first time she held the knife, the doctor who took her arranged a mayor's wife for her, which made her worried and unable to sleep for several days, fearing that if something happened, the patient's family would not let her go.

Her master had told her: In the future, you should treat every patient the same way you treat the mayor's wife. Only with this attitude can you do your best. An ideal society tells us that everyone is equal in front of life, and the patient's identity is not important to doctors. But the fact is: life is not equal. For the same disease, poor people will lose their lives, while people with noble status can get the best and most timely treatment. The patient's identity is very important. When facing noble patients and ordinary patients, no doctor can treat them equally, not even Feng Qingchen. For the same disease, and the same life is saved, the fame and fortune you get from curing the head of state and curing a village uncle are different.

This is not snobbery, but reality. "Sixing, if you can complete this operation for the Eighth Prince today, then you will have less pressure to complete the next operation." Taking the most distinguished patient to practice, what is Sun Sixing afraid of? "Sixing, I don't insist that you treat the Eighth Prince as an ordinary patient, but you can treat other patients as the Eighth Prince, and show your best on the operating table." This is the method Feng Qingchen found by herself. During the operation, she should be serious and rigorous, and do everything a doctor should do. As for what kind of care she gets off the operating table, that is not her business. She is a doctor, not a god, and cannot guarantee fairness to everyone. Sun Sixing took a deep breath and nodded heavily to Feng Qingchen: "Master, I understand.

"He will not let his master down. In the future, he may meet more patients of distinguished status. He cannot be timid every time. Of course... The reason why he was timid today was mainly because this was his first time to complete an operation independently. Although Feng Qingchen was right beside him, he was still nervous. He was also nervous when he changed a patient. However, with Feng Qingchen's preoperative comfort, Sun Sixing relaxed a lot. Feng Qingchen saw that Sun Sixing was in a similar state, so he gave Sun Sixing a start gesture. Pah... The light in the operating room was brighter. The small body of the Eighth Prince lay on the operating table, looking even more delicate. Sun Sixing looked at the Eighth Prince calmly and took the instruments handed by Feng Qingchen steadily... He will definitely not let his master down! Words to readers: I interacted with everyone on WeChat this afternoon... Can I say that everyone is very enthusiastic? It's been nearly three hours... My hands didn't stop. There are still some relatives who haven't replied yet, don't worry... I've added WeChat, and there will be opportunities in the future.

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