1725 Heroes, only Buddha can save people from suffering

Feng Qingchen didn't want to save people with a purpose, but the Ninth Prince's obstruction just now made her feel depressed. She knew that doing so would not only be of no benefit to the Ninth Prince, but would bring him trouble, but...

When people are alive, they cannot only consider whether something is beneficial or not. She cannot calculate the gains and losses every time she does something. And, the most important point is that she is Feng Qingchen, and she will never lose herself for a man.

Although some principles are ridiculous, she still insists on what she should insist on. Feng Qingchen did not go to see the Ninth Uncle again. Using the medicine and instruments in the old doctor's hand, she gave the injured man a simple first aid. Then Feng Qingchen ordered people to make a simple stretcher and carry the man into the tent.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the first aid kit." Feng Qingchen turned around and went back into the tent. When no one was around, he took out a tiny first aid kit from the smart medical bag.

The medicine box was very small, and it could not be seen when it was put into the pocket, so no one would doubt how it was brought up. Feng Qingchen checked the medicine in the medicine box, took out the medicines that were not needed, and replenished the ones that were needed. It only took a cup of tea, and the competition outside was still going on.

Feng Qingchen did not go to see the competition venue, but ran directly to the wounded's tent. This man was a disciple from a second-rate sect, and he shared a room with two other fellow apprentices. When Feng Qingchen came over, there were only the doctor and the man's master in the tent.

"Miss Feng, thank you so much this time." The master's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Feng Qingchen, and he wished he could pull her in right away.

Feng Qingchen was extremely worried about the condition of the injured, nodded to his master, and began to provide first aid.

The facilities on the mountain were simple. Even if Feng Qingchen was fearless, she didn't dare to expose her smart medical kit, so she couldn't perform surgery on this man. She could only stabilize his condition: "After the condition is stabilized, send someone to take him down the mountain as soon as possible. This place is not suitable for medical treatment."

Feng Qingchen's words were recognized by the old doctor: "Indeed, there are only wound medicines on the mountain, and Young Master Yu's injuries are not good."

The master looked at the injured disciple, then at the situation of the competition outside, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, Miss Feng, we will go down after my disciple's condition stabilizes."

It is difficult to go up the mountain, and it is also not easy to go down the mountain. If they want to carry a wounded person down the mountain, their entire sect has to go together, which is equivalent to giving up the martial arts conference held every three years. But for the sake of his apprentice, he has no choice.

Feng Qingchen admired the master's emphasis on his disciples over fame and fortune, and kindly said, "A blessing in disguise."

If you leave at this time, you might be able to save your life.

"Miss Feng is right." The master thought about it and realized that it was true, so he immediately agreed with a smile.

Feng Qingchen stopped talking and cut off the oversized hem of his clothes. Feng Qingchen squatted on the ground and treated the remaining external injuries of the injured man.

The old doctor's group had nothing to do, so they squatted aside to help and learn at the same time. Feng Qingchen did not hide anything, and explained while bandaging the wound, and also explained the principle.

Now, not only the old doctor, but also the master nodded repeatedly, looking as if they had benefited a lot.

People in the martial arts world will always get hurt. Learning one more move will give you a better chance of saving your life in the future: "Miss Feng, please save my brother."

"Miss Feng, my disciple..."

After the start, Feng Qingchen couldn't refuse more injured people who were sent in. However, there were injured people in almost every competition. These injuries were usually very serious, but because there was a person who almost died before, as long as their lives were not in danger, the people watching outside didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Nanling Jinfan is going to destroy these people." The Ninth Prince looked at the tent where Feng Qingchen was worriedly.

Feng Qingchen might not be able to rest today, and doesn't know if he can hold on tomorrow.

The Ninth Prince's guess was correct. Throughout the next day, wounded people were continuously sent to the old doctor and Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water.

Although those injured were not in danger of death, they were all injured in vital parts of their bodies. These injuries made them unable to fight for a short period of time and they also needed care.

During the battle, if there was a wounded soldier, it meant that two people were needed to take care of him and protect him. Even if Feng Qingchen didn't use his brain, he understood Nanling Jinfan's intention at this time. Nanling Jinfan was using this to reduce the combat effectiveness of each sect.

What a good plan, but Feng Qingchen was not stupid. He could have treated 70% of the injuries, but he only treated 50% and said, "We must send the people down the mountain immediately. There are too few supplies on the mountain, so we can only do simple treatment."

"His injuries are too severe. I can only keep him alive. If we send him down the mountain before dark, he may still be saved." Feng Qingchen kept talking about the severity of everyone's injuries, asking them to get down the mountain as soon as possible, or at least send these wounded down the mountain so that they wouldn't stay here and burden others.

"Six hours. If he is not treated with medicine within six hours, his hands and feet will be disabled. You guys can handle it." Feng Qingchen had a grim look on his face, no longer as friendly as before.

It's not that there weren't some people who refused to leave, but Feng Qingchen was more cruel than they thought: "I do have medicine, but this little medicine is for saving lives. It's a waste to use it to treat his hand. Send him down, and his hand can be saved."

"I'm lucky enough that I could save his life. As for his hand, you'll have to watch it become useless. There's nothing I can do."

"I am a doctor, not a god. If you want to save him, you must send him down the mountain."

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Those people were already seriously injured, and with Feng Qingchen's alarmist remarks, many people who loved their disciples agreed to go down the mountain. Of course, there were also some who valued fame and fortune more than their disciples and refused to leave no matter what.

When encountering such people, Feng Qingchen had no choice but to mourn for them in his heart and hope that they could survive.

A day of competition was over. More than thirty people were injured that day, and each of them was seriously injured. Feng Qingchen and the old doctor had almost no time to rest, and they were still busy until late at night.

"What's going on this year? In previous years, not so many people were injured, and the injuries were not so serious. These people seem to be crazy and only target vital parts." The old doctor is a well-known traveling doctor in the world. He has served the martial arts conference for several consecutive years.

"There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Old sir, if you have nothing to do tomorrow, you'd better go down the mountain early. I don't know if those people down the mountain can find a good doctor." Not only can the Ninth Prince not stop tomorrow's plan, but he also wants to use this incident to expose Nanling Jinfan and his forces. Feng Qingchen naturally cannot reveal it, so she can only hint to the doctor to go down the mountain early.

The old doctor was not a fool. When he thought about Feng Qingchen's actions during the day, he figured out something. The old man was also a smart man. He thanked Feng Qingchen for his kindness and said no more.

It is not easy to be a hero, and only Buddha can save people from suffering. The old doctor has traveled around the world, so he naturally understands the rules of the world and what it means to protect himself.

The more he knew, the more dangerous it was. He didn't want to get involved in underworld affairs. Even if he found out, it would be useless. He had no power to change anything. He had no evidence in his hands, and if he told others, he might be blamed.

If something didn't happen and there was no evidence, exposing it in advance would only alert the enemy. He was just a doctor, and he just needed to do what a doctor should do. As for the grudges of the martial arts people, it had nothing to do with him.