129 Self-abuse
Yuwen Yuanhua originally wanted to take Qiao to make Feng Qingchen anxious, but when he saw Feng Qingchen's half-smile, and thought of how Feng Qingchen had just "sacrificed" his face by changing the consultation fee from one thousand gold to one hundred taels of silver, he changed his words to: "No problem, just tell me if there's anything I can do to help."
"Zhou Xing, did you hear me? Don't be polite to General Yuwen." Feng Qingchen winked at Zhou Xing.
Building an operating room requires a lot of workers, and she doesn't want the outside world to spread too much news. It would be best to let Yuwen Yuanhua send troops, and it would also be convenient to issue a gag order at that time.
Obviously, Zhou Xing also understood and nodded.
"Don't worry, sister. I will take care of it. You go earlier and come back earlier. We will wait for you to come back." After all, they were worried about going to Prince Luo's Mansion, fearing that Feng Qingchen would be humiliated again.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." The Prince Luo's Mansion isn't the Blood-Clothed Guards, so she wouldn't be missing any limbs if she went in.
Yuwen Yuanhua was unhappy with Feng Qingchen's confidence and said disrespectfully, "Are you so sure that King Luo will let you come back easily?"
Ahem…
The steward of Prince Luo's Mansion interrupted him without giving him any respect and looked at Yuwen Yuanhua with an accusing look on his face.
General, you are destroying King Luo's reputation. King Luo will not let you go.
"Hahaha, I was just joking. Qingchen, you'd better go early and come back soon." Yuwen Yuanhua pushed Feng Qingchen into the fire pit without mercy.
"I made friends by mistake. How did I get to know you?"
Feng Qingchen shook his head, looking as if he had been hit, but his eyes were smiling strangely, as if he was ready to settle the score with him later.
Yuwen Yuanhua thought of Feng Qingchen's bloody methods, and felt a chill in his body. He hurried forward to apologize...
The Luo Wang Mansion's housekeeper and eight guards had faces twitching violently, looking as if they wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
"Stop pretending? Laugh if you want to." Yuwen Yuanhua's face darkened and he glanced at everyone fiercely to maintain his prestige as a general.
Unfortunately... it's too late.
Everyone lowered their heads, avoiding Yu Wen Yuanhua's gaze, and continued to laugh silently.
Yuwen Yuanhua!
The famous general of Dongling who was invincible in battle and unstoppable in attack, how many men worshipped him, how many men respected him. In the eyes of Dongling men, General Yuwen Yuan was their idol.
But when I saw it today, it turned out that the so-called idols were no different from ordinary people.
Yuwen Yuanhua gritted his teeth and was about to beat someone up, but Feng Qingchen and the people from Prince Luo's mansion left.
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The emperor's son is good. Horse riding is not allowed in the inner city, but because of Dong Ling Zi Luo's order, they can gallop on the street.
This was Feng Qingchen's first time to visit Prince Luo's Mansion, which was only two streets away from Wuyi Lane where the Wang, Xie and other aristocratic families lived.
Wuyi Lane is home to aristocratic families such as Wang, Xie, Cui, and Wen, while this area is full of princes' and dukes' mansions. Even the four great dukes' mansions are here. There are many mansions, and the most eye-catching one is the residence of the Ninth Prince.
Unfortunately, not everyone can enter the Ninth Prince's Palace, and Feng Qingchen could only take a look from afar.
When Feng Qingchen arrived at Prince Luo's Mansion, he was hurriedly invited to the main courtyard before he had time to appreciate the scenery of the Mansion.
A group of imperial doctors surrounded Dong Ling Zi Luo's room, looking anxious. When they saw Feng Qingchen coming, they snorted coldly and moved away, looking at Feng Qingchen with critical and disdainful eyes.
Feng Qingchen understood that colleagues were wary of each other. She had originally thought that she would have a chance to find a few Chinese medicine practitioners from the Imperial Medical College, but now it seemed difficult as she would offend the entire Imperial Medical College.
"Qingchen greets His Royal Highness Prince Luo. May you live a thousand years, a thousand years, and a thousand thousand years." Feng Qingchen did not look at Dongling Ziluo, but knelt down to pay his respects.
"Get up." Dong Ling Ziluo's voice was a little weak, but it could be heard that he was much better.
The ability of the imperial physician should not be underestimated; he is just not good at external injuries.
Feng Qingchen stood up silently and lowered his head.
It’s not that she was respectful, but she was too lazy to look at Dong Ling Zi Luo.
When she saved him, she didn't think about anything and just treated him as a patient. But now that she sees that he is not a patient, Feng Qingchen is filled with rage when she sees him.
Bad man!
"Feng Qingchen, were you the one who treated my wound?" For some reason, Dong Ling Ziluo didn't like Feng Qingchen like this.
Rather than seeing Feng Qingchen lowering her head and being submissive, he would rather see Feng Qingchen competing with him, at least that was the real Feng Qingchen.
"yes."
"How did you treat my wound? It all broke open in just one day."
"Impossible." Feng Qingchen didn't believe it at all.
"let me see."
Feng Qingchen strode forward and reached out to lift the quilt off Dong Ling Ziluo.
"How dare you." The maid stepped forward to stop them, but was waved away by Dongling Ziluo, who motioned for them to go out.
Feng Qingchen was only thinking about Dong Ling Zi Luo's wound and didn't pay much attention to it. When he lifted the quilt, he saw Dong Ling Zi Luo's wound and his face immediately became extremely ugly.
All the bandages and medicine on the wound had fallen off, and the stitches she had used had been cut off, with a few new threads and new holes on the wound. It seemed that these imperial doctors had used the needle and thread she had left in the palace to sew up Dong Ling Zi Luo, but ended up making things worse.
The wound was turned outward, with the broken stitches still inside. The skin and flesh she had stretched tight shrank back again. The hole that had been pierced by the imperial physician was still bleeding. The lines left by the bandage were clamped into the wound, making it look even worse than if it had not been sutured.
Feng Qingchen gnashed his teeth in anger and yelled at the doctors, "Which bastard did this? You think Prince Luo is too old, right? Who allowed you to touch the wound I stitched?"
She hates patients who don't cherish their own lives, and she hates doctors who don't take patients' lives seriously even more. She hates patients who express their trust in you but are actually wary of you.
Dongling Ziluo occupied all of them.
"Feng Qingchen, you treated this wound." Dong Ling Ziluo leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes slightly closed.
"I handled it well, but this state is not caused by me. Your Highness Prince Luo, whoever made you like this, you should ask to help you recover. I, Feng Qingchen, will not take over the mess for others."
Feng Qingchen was almost furious. If this wasn't Prince Luo's Mansion, if Dong Lingzi Luo wasn't the Emperor's son, she would have walked away long ago.
Dongling Ziluo clearly didn't believe her.
If that wasn't the case, why would they cut open her sutured wound?
Since you don't believe her, why bother looking for her again, and why think of her only when you can't handle it.
What do these people think of her, Feng Qingchen?
"Lord Luo, please seek help from someone else." Feng Qingchen turned around and prepared to leave, but Dong Lingzi Luo sternly said, "Feng Qingchen."
Feng Qingchen paused, and seeing the guards with knives and guns outside the door, he gritted his teeth and stopped, then turned around and said, "Qingchen is here."
Although he was angry, he couldn't confront Dong Ling Zi Luo. He could only breathe in and out desperately to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Go and prepare, bandage my wound." Dong Ling Zi Luo gave the order directly regardless of Feng Qingchen's ugly expression.
Originally the wound had not hurt, but after being cut open and pricked with a few needles by the imperial physician, the wound was already burning with pain. Dong Ling Ziluo was in a very bad mood. If he had not been suppressing it, he would have been groaning by now.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and stood there motionless, not saying a word...
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