1387 Everyone has a temper when quarreling

Just as Princess Anping said, Feng Qingchen is indeed a cold-faced but soft-hearted person. As long as you can find her weakness, Feng Qingchen will be very easy to talk to.

Feng Qingchen cares a lot about her patients. She will not take personal feelings into consideration towards those who come to her for treatment, even if they have had small favors or grudges with her in the past. She will do everything a doctor should do, and will settle any grudges after the patient has recovered.

If it were in the past, when the Ninth Prince's self-torture trick was exposed, Feng Qingchen would have ridiculed him and then bandaged him and let him recuperate in the Feng Mansion. After all, the Ninth Prince was really injured, and even if he had used the self-torture trick, he had put in a lot of effort.

But today?

Feng Qingchen didn't care about these. Her mind was full of the thought that the Ninth Prince was plotting against her.

This wasn't the first time, but this time it made Feng Qingchen the most angry. She wasn't an unreasonable woman. Although she was angry that the Ninth Prince didn't show up in time, she wouldn't cry or make a scene, and put all the blame on the Ninth Prince. But...

The Ninth Prince plotted against her, plotting against her on the road. He knew she was angry and sad, but he didn't think about how to comfort her, but used his own injuries to make her feel guilty and distressed...

This man can calculate even his feelings so clearly, so what else can't he calculate?

"Ninth Uncle, my hand is injured and I can't have you clean the wound. There is more than one doctor in the imperial city. Please do as you please." Feng Qingchen turned around and closed the medicine box, unwilling to look at the Ninth Uncle again.

"Qingchen..." The Ninth Uncle called softly, with a little grievance: "Qingchen, this king is worried about you, afraid that you..."

"That's enough." Feng Qingchen felt that every word of the Ninth Prince was extremely hypocritical. He turned around and pointed at the door and said, "Ninth Prince, the door is over there. Please forgive me for not seeing you off."

"Qingchen, I'm injured." The Ninth Prince knew that he had messed up and felt secretly annoyed.

"So what? Your Highness said it was just a minor injury. It won't cost you your life." Feng Qingchen had a cold face. The look in her eyes when she looked at the Ninth Prince was no longer calm, but indifferent. Seeing that the Ninth Prince was frowning and unwilling to move, Feng Qingchen walked out: "If your Highness doesn't leave, I will."

"Qingchen, I'm injured!" The Ninth Prince stood up and grabbed Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen spun around and fell into the Ninth Prince's arms again: "Qingchen, don't leave. I was wrong. I admit my mistake."

"Let me go." Feng Qingchen didn't listen at all and struggled hard, but the Ninth Prince held her tighter and tighter: "No." If he let go, he would really not be able to enter the Feng Mansion.

"What's the matter, Uncle Ninth Prince, don't think it's enough that my left hand is crippled, so now you're crippling my right hand too?" Uncle Ninth Prince was so flustered that he had no control over his strength at all. Feng Qingchen only felt severe pain in his right wrist. Even if his tendons and bones were not injured, there was definitely a bruise.

"I just don't want you to leave." The Ninth Prince loosened his grip slightly, a hint of apology flashing in his eyes.

He didn't know how things turned out like this, as everything was fine just now.

"What the prince needs is a doctor. I am not a useless person. What's the point of me staying here?" Feng Qingchen shook her left hand, reminding the Ninth Uncle of her current situation.

She had always refused to admit that her medical career was ruined, but she had to admit that she would never be able to hold a knife again, even if she could still practice medicine.

"Qingchen, don't say that about yourself. It's my fault. I shouldn't have left the capital and left you alone." The Ninth Prince ignored the injury on his left arm, perhaps because of the self-blame in his heart.

"What's the point of saying this now? What was supposed to happen has already happened. Besides, this isn't your fault. You have no obligation to protect me."

"Qingchen, what do you mean? Are you going to sever ties with me?" The Ninth Prince's voice was chilly. How could a man as proud as he be able to tolerate such cold words?

Feng Qingchen did not give a direct answer, but stated calmly: "Now, my left hand is completely useless. I will never be able to hold a knife again. I am undoubtedly a useless person."

Just like Feng Qingchen was not worthy of Prince Luo before, she was actually not worthy of the Ninth Uncle, otherwise her situation would not be so embarrassing.

Fate is always fair and never gives her the chance to choose.

Giving her the identity of Feng Li's legitimate daughter took away her hands, which she was so proud of. So what if she was Feng Li's legitimate daughter? This identity would not bring her supreme honor and power.

"Qingchen, I never think of you as a useless person. I will find a way to heal your hands." No matter if it takes ten or twenty years, he will keep looking. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will not give up.

"No need. I can still be a doctor even if I can't hold a knife." Feng Qingchen refused: "I will plan my own life. It's better to treat the injury on the prince's shoulder as soon as possible. We can talk about it later. It's late at night and I should go to bed."

Feng Qingchen pushed the Ninth Prince away again. This time, the Ninth Prince did not try to stop her. He let go of her hand and watched Feng Qingchen disappear into the darkness in front of him.

With a bang, the Ninth Prince smashed the big table in the study into pieces. The fragments pierced his hands and blood flowed everywhere, but the Ninth Prince did not even frown.

This time, he really found that Feng Qingchen was getting further and further away from him, and it seemed that Feng Qingchen would not listen no matter what he said.

It seems that he made a wrong move.

But it doesn’t matter, Feng Qingchen is his. If this move is wrong, he will move on to the next one.

The Ninth Prince had someone bring him a set of clean clothes, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

That night... it was said that Su Wenqing, the head of the Su family, was assassinated. The Su family invited several doctors into the house overnight, and they brought out basins of blood, barely saving his life.

The next day, the Ninth Prince, who had gone to the Imperial Mausoleum to request an imperial decree, returned. He went to the palace to report the Emperor's request that day and was kept in the palace by the Emperor until the evening before returning home.

"Miss Feng, the master fainted as soon as he returned home. Please go and see the master." The secret guard knelt in front of Feng Qingchen when no one was around and pleaded softly.

"Is it your idea or that of the Ninth Prince?" The Ninth Prince was really an expert as he could even take her feelings into account.

"The master is unconscious, and I acted on my own." The secret guard lowered his head, not daring to look at Feng Qingchen.

"Really? Since when have you been able to be the boss of the Ninth Prince?" It must be said that the Ninth Prince was quite cruel to himself.

Although she knew that it was a torture trick by the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen still couldn't help but worry. With such injuries, he still went into the palace and drank. Did the Ninth Prince want to live?

"Your subordinate... Your subordinate really can't bear it. Miss, the master... he..."

"Him what? You seem to have forgotten who you are protecting now? Are you here to protect me under the orders of the Ninth Prince, or are you here to monitor me?" She didn't care before and let the secret guards report her situation to the Ninth Prince, but now she cares.

She wants to have her own life.

"Eighteen Riders, come out." Feng Qingchen ignored the secret guards who were begging him and called the Eighteen Riders over: "Pull out the secret guards around me. I don't need anyone to monitor me in secret."

"yes."

"Please forgive me, young lady. We were not monitoring you." Without waiting for the Eighteen Riders to take action, the secret guards jumped out automatically and knelt in front of Feng Qingchen to plead guilty.

"Since there is nothing, then you should turn from darkness to light. I don't need secret guards." If these secret guards are sent back, they will have only one way to die. These secret guards will protect her for one or two years at least. Feng Qingchen can't just watch them die.

"Thank you, young lady." The secret guards were all smart people. They knew that their lives were saved. The secret guard who spoke for the Ninth Prince secretly cursed his bad luck. He gave Feng Qingchen a handle to deal with the secret guards. He wondered if the Ninth Prince would be so angry that he would kill him.

But don’t be afraid, with Miss Feng protecting them, they won’t die for the time being, and they probably don’t need to go back for training again!

It's a pity for the Ninth Prince. I'm afraid he won't be able to reconcile with Miss Feng in a short period of time.