1252 Emergency, I must have come in the wrong way

The onlookers and concerned people left, leaving only Sun Sixing, Feng Qingchen, and Doudou in the room. With no outsiders present, Feng Qingchen didn't need to worry about her image. She picked up Doudou, who was lying on the chair, and asked fiercely, "Tell me, whose child is this?"

"I, I, I... don't know." Doudou looked at Feng Qingchen pitifully, completely confused about the situation.

What’s going on? Didn’t I just ask clearly? Why are you asking again?

"Don't know? Didn't you just say that this is the Ninth Prince's child?" Feng Qingchen didn't believe it at first, but if the child was not the Ninth Prince's, the Ninth Prince should have told her in advance, but she didn't receive any news.

Doudou said that Zuo An told him that the Ninth Prince knew about this child.

The Ninth Prince knew about the existence of this child but didn't tell her. Could it be that this child was really the Ninth Prince's?

Otherwise, why would the Ninth Prince let Zuo An and Dou Dou send the child to her? Isn't it obvious that he wants her to raise the child?

Feng Qingchen was completely bewildered at the moment. No matter how she thought, she could come to one conclusion in the end: this child was the Ninth Prince's!

Feng Qingchen felt like she was going crazy. She forced herself to stop thinking too much and to rationally analyze what had happened in the past year and the Ninth Prince's personality.

No woman could possibly plot against a man like the Ninth Prince. Even if the Ninth Prince was really plotted against, he would not put himself in a difficult position and would definitely kill the woman with one sword.

Furthermore, she and the Ninth Prince were in a strong relationship this year, and it was impossible for the Ninth Prince to cheat on her, because there was no need. If the Ninth Prince wanted a woman, even if he didn't want to marry her, he could do it openly, like her...

From a rational analysis, this child could not possibly be the Ninth Prince's, but...

Doudou's words "This is the Ninth Emperor's uncle's child" were like a spell, branded in Feng Qingchen's mind, and could not be cleared. Every time Feng Qingchen denied that the child was the Ninth Emperor's uncle's, Doudou's words would ring in his mind, and then...

Feng Qingchen looked at Doudou with gritted teeth, wishing he could beat him up and put him in a box so that she would never see him again.

Doudou also felt aggrieved. Feng Qingchen was not very strong and was not as tall as him. He could not lift him up by pulling his collar. He also had to bend his knees obediently to cooperate with Feng Qingchen. It was really tiring.

"Qingchen, can you please let go first? I haven't slept for three days. I'm almost dead from exhaustion." Doudou looked so pitiful.

"I haven't slept for only three days. Do you know that because of you, I may not be able to sleep for a month." Feng Qingchen sneered, and that laugh made Doudou's scalp numb.

Doudou looked at Feng Qingchen pitifully, with an aggrieved look: "Qingchen, tell me what I did wrong, I can't change it, please let go, this is not right between men and women."

Doudou carefully pried open Feng Qingchen's hand, one finger at a time, very seriously.

Doudou confirmed once again that the way he came in was wrong. He must be careful next time and never fall into Feng Qingchen's hands again, otherwise he would really be dead.

When Feng Qingchen was interrogating Doudou, Sun Sixing walked over to the child. He wanted to see what this child, who might be the Ninth Prince's child, looked like. But when he opened the bundle, Sun Sixing was frightened: "Master, Master, it's bad, it's bad, come quickly, this child, this child..."

"What happened?" Feng Qingchen threw Doudou aside and turned around to see Sun Sixing touching the child with a worried look on his face. He soon relaxed and said, "Great, he's still breathing."

Feng Qingchen went forward to check and saw that

The child's face turned blue, his breathing was very weak, and he looked like he would die at any moment.

"Sixing, hurry, go to the ward and give first aid." At this time, Feng Qingchen didn't have time to care about Doudou, the idiot. He carried the child and walked towards the ward.

There are all kinds of first aid equipment there.

Doudou watched Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing disappear from their backs and rubbed his eyes calmly: "What Zuo'an said is indeed right. There will be no problem handing the child over to Feng Qingchen."

The child's problem was solved, and Doudou felt relieved. He yawned and pulled a servant over, asking him to take him to the guest room. Then the old man fell on the bed and fell asleep, completely unaware of the impact of his words.

Sun Sixing and Feng Qing carried the child to the ward. As soon as they untied the child's bag, they were forced to take several steps back by the stench.

"How does Doudou raise a child?" Feng Qingchen couldn't help but frown.

Even though she still suspected that the child might be the Ninth Prince's son, she never thought of abusing him.

"Master, do you want me to help clean him up first?" Sun Sixing endured the strange smell and walked forward. He saw a lot of yellow and brown things under the child's buttocks, which were soaked with urine. It couldn't be seen that it was feces, nor was it rags from a bag.

"Have someone bring two basins of hot water." Feng Qingchen checked and found that the child was not even a month old and had very weak vital signs, but he was not sick, but...

Hungry, stuffy, and hot.

Doudou, this is murder!

Such a young child, even if he is the Ninth Prince's child, cannot be treated like this.

Feng Qingchen really wanted to catch Doudou and let him see his masterpiece.

"Go find a wet nurse, now, immediately." As soon as the servant brought up the water, Feng Qingchen quickly gave another order.

The servants in the Feng Mansion all heard Doudou say that this child was the Ninth Prince, so they dared not step forward and offend Feng Qingchen. Naturally, they did whatever Feng Qingchen said.

For some reason, Feng Qingchen did not let the servants do it, but did it himself. He cleaned the dirty child and wrapped him in a clean blanket.

Feng Qingchen has been treating children during this period. There are many medicines specially prepared for children in the ward. Feng Qingchen picked out the ones that can be used for babies and gave them to Sun Sixing, asking Sun Sixing to take action.

She had complicated feelings towards this child. If this was really the Ninth Prince's child, she didn't know if she could accept it. After all, she didn't have the bearing that a principal wife of this era should have, and she couldn't tolerate any illegitimate sons and daughters.

Of course, she herself had no status, so even if this child was really the Ninth Prince's child, it had little to do with her.

Sun Sixing understood Feng Qingchen very well, and took over the child's treatment without saying a word.

In fact, the child was just very hungry. If Doudou had been brought in later in the evening, the child might have starved to death. In this way, the child was really lucky.

After Sun Sixing's full rescue efforts, the child's complexion improved significantly, but his breath was still weak.

Sun Sixing was at a loss as to what to do. He could only look at Feng Qingchen and ask Feng Qingchen for help. He was a doctor and a man, and he really didn't know how to breastfeed.

Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes in annoyance.

Even though she was a woman, she had no milk to feed the child. Hearing the child's cry like a cat, Feng Qingchen's face darkened and he asked in a stern voice, "Where's the wet nurse? Is she here?"

"Here they come, here they come." A servant from the Feng residence dragged a woman who was about thirty years old and ran in with big strides: "Miss, the nurse is here."