156 Narcissism, you came for me

It was deep in the jungle, full of dangers, and they were being chased.

When Feng Qingchen thought about the danger that the Ninth Prince might face, his heart ached and he wished he could grow wings and fly away.

But...no!

With a sigh, Feng Qingchen suppressed the worry in his heart and resigned himself to taking out hydrogen peroxide, saline solution, hemostatic forceps, needles and thread for sutures, bandages, and medicine.

"Qingchen, what are these?" Dong Ling Zichun called Feng Qingchen's name in a familiar manner.

"It's for bandaging wounds."

"Why did you bring these things? Qingchen, did you know that I was injured, so you brought them here specially?" Dong Ling Zichun is not only very familiar, but also very narcissistic.

"Your Highness, Qingchen is a doctor. These are the medicines he carries with him at all times." Feng Qingchen put on gloves, picked up a pair of medical scissors, and cut off Dong Ling Ziluo's sleeves.

It was a little dark, and there was no light in the forest, so Feng Qingchen had to get closer. However, Dong Ling Zichun's whole body tensed up and he felt slightly hot because of Feng Qingchen's approach.

After Feng Qingchen cut off his sleeves, he said to the two guards, "Could you please help me pick up some firewood to start a fire? I can't see clearly."

Of course the two guards did not dare to object and went there immediately.

Feng Qingchen held the hydrogen peroxide in one hand and held Dong Ling Zichun's left arm with the other hand.

"Hiss..." Dong Ling Zichun took a breath.

"Your Highness, there will be some pain when cleaning the wound. Please bear with it and don't move." Feng Qingchen said seriously.

"Don't worry, I won't move." The little bully Dong Ling Zichun was as obedient as a puppy and nodded vigorously.

"If it hurts, just tell me." Feng Qingchen nodded, but his brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (river).

My body is so hot, I have a fever, it's really troublesome.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the guard who was picking up firewood not far away, hesitated for a moment, put the hydrogen peroxide back, and decided to give the prince a fever-reducing and anti-inflammatory injection first.

The temperature on his arm suddenly disappeared, and Dong Ling Zichun felt a little disappointed, but then he found Feng Qingchen holding his right hand, and he became happy again. He didn't even notice that Feng Qingchen was giving him an injection. He just looked at Feng Qingchen and felt sweetness bubbling in his heart.

Dong Ling Zichun didn't know why, he just felt happy when Feng Qingchen was close to him, and he was delighted when Feng Qingchen looked at him.

The two guards moved quickly and soon lit a fire. Feng Qingchen began to clean Dong Ling Zichun's wounds.

Without anesthesia, Dong Ling Zichun gritted his teeth in pain, but because he had promised Feng Qingchen not to move, he endured it and did not move an inch, only his teeth were tense and veins were bulging.

Seeing Dong Ling Zichun like this, Feng Qingchen thought of Lan Jiuqing.

Lan Jiuqing was more than a hundred times better than the prince in cleaning and stitching the wound without any anesthesia. Lan Jiuqing acted calmly, as if he was not the one injured.

What about this one in front of you?

He looks like a military general, but he can't stand the slightest pain. This prince is obviously a spoiled child.

Feng Qingchen was too lazy to say anything, as long as the prince didn't move.

With the help of the firelight, after cleaning the wound, Feng Qingchen began to thread the needle and sew it.

"Qing, Qingchen, what are you going to do?" Dong Ling Zichun's teeth were chattering as he spoke, which showed how much pain he was in. He had never felt such pain in his life.

"Suture it. Your Highness' wound is too big and needs to be stitched up." Feng Qingchen answered very straightforwardly.

Suturing is not a very delicate job and can be done under current medical conditions.

"Sew, like sewing clothes?" Dong Ling Zichun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak clearly, but he just wanted to talk to Feng Qingchen, so he endured the pain.

"Yes," Feng Qingchen responded, and said to the two guards, "I want to sew up His Highness's wound. Please help hold down the Prince and don't let him move."

"I, won't, won't move." Dong Ling Zichun gritted his teeth and held on.

A real man fears most being looked down upon.

It's better to suffer in life than to save face.

Feng Qingchen didn't want to waste his time because of this, so he suppressed his impatience and advised kindly: "Of course the prince won't move. Qingchen is afraid that his hands will tremble and affect the suturing. Please allow the two guards to help."

In the light of the fire, Dong Ling Zichun only felt that Feng Qingchen's face, which was oozing with sweat, had a layer of hazy beauty. It was attractive no matter how he looked at it. The gentle voice of consolation made Dong Ling Zichun lose his mind and he just nodded stupidly.

The two guards received the order and followed Feng Qingchen's request. One held Dong Ling Zichun down while the other fixed his left arm. Feng Qingchen used pliers to tighten the skin and inserted a needle.

"ah……"

Dong Ling Zichun screamed, his whole body trembling. The two guards were shocked, but Feng Qingchen was cold-blooded: "Hold him down."

He didn't even look at Dong Ling Zichun, but just focused on tightening the skin and flesh on the wound and sewing it stitch by stitch.

Dong Ling Zichun was in so much pain that his whole body trembled and he kept struggling. Fortunately, the two guards were very strong and they also understood the seriousness of the matter, so they held Dong Ling Zichun down and did not let him move at all.

Dong Ling Zichun was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. When Feng Qingchen sutured his wound, Dong Ling Zichun fainted from the pain.

The two guards felt particularly ashamed...

Their master had sworn to persuade them but failed, so what was the result?

Feng Qingchen didn't care, as this was within her expectations. After bandaging the wound, Feng Qingchen took out the anti-inflammatory medicine and force-fed Dong Ling Zichun two pills, and also let the two guards take two pills each.

Because she didn't have time to treat the wounds of the two guards. It wasn't because she didn't have the responsibility of a doctor, but Dong Lingjiu was more important in her heart.

After packing up his things, Feng Qingchen climbed onto his horse and said, "Two brothers, it's getting dark, you should escort the prince out as soon as possible."

"Ah, Miss Feng isn't going out?"

"I'm here to find the Ninth Prince." The implication is that I saved you only for the Ninth Prince's sake.

Regardless of what the two guards thought, Feng Qingchen left these words behind and walked towards the depths of the woods...

"This guy is really a man who doesn't care about his life." The two guards shook their heads. They had no choice but to take turns carrying Dong Ling Zichun out.

Feng Qingchen walked deeper into the woods. Figuring that the two guards behind him wouldn't notice him, he turned on the solar-powered light and looked for horseshoe prints.

A group of people rushed into the woods, and the branches and grass were trampled to some extent. Feng Qingchen just had to walk in this direction. With the lights and the road flattened by the previous people, Feng Qingchen didn't have to spend much effort to catch up.

Occasionally, small animals ran through the woods, but there were no large wild beasts such as tigers, wolves, and leopards. It seemed that the hunting ground had been almost cleaned up by the royal family.

Feng Qingchen followed the traces into the forest. She didn't know how long she had walked. When she looked up, she saw the bright moonlight already above her head.

After riding for too long, Feng Qingchen felt sore and painful from the horse's shaking, and the inside of his thighs were also painful from the long ride. Feng Qingchen just gritted his teeth and endured it.

There was a belief in her heart that supported her. Maybe, in the next second, she would see the Ninth Prince, and see the Ninth Prince who was not injured...

Soon Feng Qingchen smelled the smell of blood, and it became stronger and stronger. Feng Qingchen became more and more worried. She was afraid that the blood was from the Ninth Prince.

drive……

Feng Qingchen didn't care about the horse he was sitting on. He was exhausted and kept whipping it forward until...

A message to the readers: Ninth Uncle, Ninth Uncle, if you don’t come soon, Feng Qingchen will be snatched away by someone else!

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