A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Divine Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine The Emperor's Phoenix: The Divine Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine Volume 1 1650 Angry, where did the Ninth Prince go in the middle of the night

Ling Mo's injuries were very serious. The wound in his mouth would not heal in a short time, and the soft flesh in his throat had to be removed by surgery. However, Ling Mo could not undergo surgery in his current condition, and it was hard to say when he could undergo surgery.

Ling Mo's wound was severely inflamed. If he underwent surgery rashly, he would easily die from postoperative infection or complications. Moreover, Feng Qingchen was unable to determine the specific condition of the soft flesh and did not dare to operate lightly.

Feng Qingchen would not take risks with the patient's life, so she chose conservative treatment, stabilizing Ling Mo's wound first, and then doing further treatment after the wound improved.

Apart from Doudou, there were no other assistants in the operating room. Feng Qingchen had a hard time working alone, and it was not until midnight that he finally cleaned Ling Mo's wound and sprinkled medicine powder on it.

"Watch him, don't let him move, talk or eat. If he is thirsty, just moisten his lips with a cotton swab dipped in water. I will be back in an hour." After Feng Qingchen gave Doudou instructions, he took off his doctor's gown and strode out. Doudou wanted to ask a few more questions, but before he could open his mouth, Feng Qingchen disappeared.

Doudou complained again. Somehow she thought of Sun Sixing who was far away in the south of the Yangtze River. She was extremely envious and missed him.

I wish he could be as cute as Sixing, then Qingchen wouldn’t be mean to him all the time, and Zuoan wouldn’t beat him all the time.

Woohoo, he missed Sixing so much. Sixing was the best because he wouldn't be mean to him or beat him.

Feng Qingchen was in such a hurry because she wanted to rush to the Ninth Prince's Mansion before the Ninth Prince went to the morning court, and tell the Ninth Prince about Ling Mo in detail to see what the Ninth Prince had planned.

She believed that the Ninth Prince probably didn't know that Tianqiong Castle had the map of Kyushu. If he knew, the Ninth Prince would have attacked Tianqiong Castle long ago.

Of course, Feng Qingchen would not go out alone, so she called Zuo An.

Zuo An shrugged to indicate that it was no problem. Without waiting for Feng Qingchen to speak, Zuo An lifted Feng Qingchen's collar and ran all the way to the Ninth Prince's Mansion, and then...

In front of the Ninth Prince's Palace's visible and covert guards, Feng Qingchen was thrown into the Ninth Prince's Palace's inner courtyard without any gentleness.

"What's going on?" The tense nerves of the Ninth Prince's Palace's visible and secret guards relaxed, and then they looked at each other silently, complaining in their hearts: Why would Miss Feng come at this time?

"Cough cough..." Although Feng Qingchen was not scared, he was almost strangled to death. He sat on the ground and coughed violently.

She must have had a grudge against Zuo An in her previous life. This was not the first time. Couldn't Zuo An try a gentler approach? Even if he was afraid that the Ninth Prince would misunderstand her and couldn't hug her, he could just pull her away. She was not a sandbag...

Feng Qingchen gnashed his teeth, but the culprit Zuo An had long disappeared. Feng Qingchen was so angry that he had no place to vent. He could only get up from the ground angrily and asked the guard beside him: "Where is the Ninth Uncle? I have something important to see him."

"Uh..." The person being asked had a bitter look on his face. The secret guards could hide, but the Ninth Prince's personal guards could not run away.

"What's wrong?"

The guard said stiffly, "My lord, the prince is no longer in the palace."

"Not here? The Ninth Prince is not at home at this time. Where did he go?" Feng Qingchen frowned and asked. The guard lowered his head and dared not say anything. Feng Qingchen did not expect this person to answer. He just said, "Then I will go to the Ninth Prince's room to wait for him. Is that convenient?"

"It's convenient. Of course it's convenient." The guard dared not say no. While sending Feng Qingchen to the Ninth Prince's room, he went to inform the housekeeper and asked him to quickly inform the Ninth Prince that Miss Feng came to check on him in the middle of the night.

But it was not easy to inform the Ninth Prince Uncle. Although the steward of the palace was the Ninth Prince Uncle's confidant, the Ninth Prince Uncle would not tell him his whereabouts. The steward could only worry and carefully explain to Feng Qingchen that the Ninth Prince Uncle was definitely not fooling around but was out on business.

Feng Qingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She trusted the Ninth Prince Uncle very much, and there was no need for the housekeeper to act like this. After sending the worried housekeeper away, Feng Qingchen waited in the Ninth Prince Uncle's room. She thought the Ninth Prince Uncle would be back soon, but unexpectedly, the Ninth Prince Uncle walked in with a cold look on his face at dawn.

Feng Qingchen was leaning against the bed with her eyes closed, but she was quickly awakened by the noise. When she opened her eyes, she saw the Ninth Prince, dressed in black and with a frosty face, standing in front of her. Feng Qingchen smiled naturally, but froze in the middle of her smile: "Ninth Prince, where does the fragrance on you come from?"

The Ninth Prince did not have the familiar black bamboo scent on him, but an extremely clear cold bamboo scent, even with a hint of the scent of a girl. This smell made Feng Qingchen very dissatisfied, and also made Feng Qingchen lose some of her rationality.

"Accident." The Ninth Prince had a dark face and was obviously unwilling to say more. He took off his black clothes in front of Feng Qingchen and threw it out with disgust.

"Really? What kind of accident?" Feng Qingchen was not a petty woman, but the scent on the Ninth Prince's body was obviously related to women, which made Feng Qingchen feel very uncomfortable.

Is there a woman she doesn't know about secretly, plotting against the Ninth Prince?

"Are you questioning me?" The Ninth Prince raised his gaze, and his expression became even colder.

The strange aura on his body already made him feel very bad, and Feng Qingchen's questioning made the Ninth Prince even more unhappy.

Feng Qingchen's heart choked, and the smile on his face was a little far-fetched: "I'm just curious why you came back home in the middle of the night with a girl's fragrance."

Can't she even ask?

"It has nothing to do with women." The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth and said, "I said it was an accident."

Damn what a surprise!

He never thought that Bu Jingyun would give him Qin Baoer's things in a confidential letter, catching him off guard.

Are you sure it has nothing to do with women? Are you sure it was just an accident? If so, why don't you explain it? Why are you so angry?

Feng Qingchen did not ask this question. She just looked at the Ninth Uncle deeply. Seeing that the frost on his face became even heavier, Feng Qingchen closed her eyes and said calmly: "You said it was an accident, so it was an accident."

"It was just an accident." The Ninth Prince's heart tightened. He felt that something was not right. He opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't tell her about Qin Baoer. He could only sit there and vent his cold air.

Feng Qingchen did not speak either. She felt a little aggrieved. She tried not to let this emotion affect her. She stood up, wet the towel on the shelf, and handed it to the Ninth Uncle: "Wipe it clean."

She didn't like the smell of other women on the Ninth Prince, and the Ninth Prince didn't like it either. When the cold fragrance on her body disappeared, the Ninth Prince's tense expression relaxed a little, and his tone softened a little: "You come to see me so late, is something wrong?" It's okay, Feng Qingchen would never come to see him in the middle of the night.

Originally, she had a lot to say to Uncle Nine, but the scent of Uncle Nine burned Feng Qingchen's mind. Feng Qingchen told him about Ling Mo in the tone of reporting to her superior. After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Uncle Nine to reply, and said goodbye directly: "It's getting late. I won't disturb Uncle Nine. I'll leave first."

After he finished speaking, Feng Qingchen stood up and walked out without even looking at the Ninth Uncle.

A word to readers: I wrote this chapter five times. I discussed things calmly, had heated arguments, asked questions rationally, and pretended nothing had happened. I was never satisfied with any of the ways I wrote it. Finally, I was satisfied with this version.