The Emperor's Phoenix: The Abandoned Concubine

You will know whether it is a mule or a horse by pulling it out for a walk. As for using medical skills to prove whether you are a doctor, neither Feng Qingchen nor Sun Sixing is afraid. What they are afraid of is that they don't even have the chance.

Under the gaze of the wounded soldier, Feng Qingchen quickly stopped the bleeding. The wound was cleaned in the blink of an eye, and the white dead flesh was cut off one by one by Feng Qingchen. The man was sweating all over from the pain, but seeing Feng Qingchen's calm eyes and his hands moving without any hesitation, he endured the pain and did not move.

Feng Qingchen was used to seeing hideous wounds, so he didn't take this little wound seriously. Compared with wounds caused by hot weapons, as long as it was not in a fatal part, this knife wound was nothing.

Throwing the blood-stained hemostatic cotton aside, Feng Qingchen picked up the needle and thread for suturing. Just when these soldiers wanted to tease Feng Qingchen and call her an embroidery girl, Feng Qingchen sewed up the hideous wound in a few strokes, shutting up everyone's words.

"Is this okay?" The people who saw this scene immediately opened their mouths into an O shape, unable to close for a long time. The wounded who were watching could no longer sit still, and said to Feng Qingchen one by one: "Doctor, please bandage my wound, it's too big."

"Me, me, and me..." The wounded spoke one after another, sweeping away the dead air and distrust just now.

"Everyone sit down, come one by one." Feng Qingchen shouted, and the wounded soldiers stammered and dared not speak.

They dared not offend the doctor.

The old doctor who had just made things difficult for Sun Sixing raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw Feng Qingchen showing off this skill, and said with satisfaction: "It seems that the person who came this time is really capable. Now I can relax."

Having said that, the old doctor's movements did not slow down at all, and with Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing joining in, the pressure on the old doctor was indeed much less.

There were too many patients, and the old doctor had no time to say anything to Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing. The three of them tacitly guarded one side each, starting with the most seriously injured, and bandaged the wounded one by one.

Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing both have the potential to be workaholics. Once they are busy, they will work until dark. Only when their stomachs growl with hunger will they temporarily put down their work and run outside to prepare two steamed buns with hot soup.

But he had only stuffed half of the steamed bun into his mouth when he was interrupted by the old doctor: "Quick, quick... stop eating, I don't have time to feed you. There is a soldier whose leg was broken by a horse. It looks like he is dying. Please help me take a look."

"Okay." Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing threw the buns in their mouths, clapped their hands and prepared to go in. At this moment, the messenger soldier suddenly ran over and called Feng Qingchen: "Doctor Feng, please wait."

"What's the matter?" Feng Qingchen paused, turned around and asked.

"Doctor Feng, the Regent invites you." The soldier said in a serious tone, as if being summoned by the Ninth Prince was a great favor.

"Regent?" Feng Qingchen raised his eyebrows, then frowned and said, "I'm busy." After saying that, he strode into the tent, completely ignoring the messenger from the Ninth Prince.

See her whenever you want, treat her like a call girl!

"Doctor Feng, did you not hear me clearly? I said that the Regent, the Ninth Prince, wants to see you." The soldier chased forward and tried to stop Feng Qingchen, but was pushed away by the old doctor: "Didn't I say I'm busy? Why are you still complaining? I'm waiting for help."

Feng Qingchen inadvertently saw the old doctor's performance and knew that this old man might be unusual. He said nothing and continued to walk in. The old doctor nodded with satisfaction.

Good, good, you know saving lives is important.

The messenger stared at the three people who left, standing there for a long time without moving. He couldn't believe that there were still people in the army who dared to ignore the summons of the Regent. You know, even General Yuwen didn't dare to disobey the orders of the Ninth Uncle.

The messenger stood at the door for a full quarter of an hour before confirming the fact and then went back to report the situation to the Ninth Prince. I thought the Ninth Prince would be dissatisfied, but he just said: "I know." Then nothing happened.

"The world is changing too fast." The messenger walked out blankly, looked up at the starless sky, touched his head, and found that his brain could not keep up with the pace of the Ninth Prince at all.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Doudou was passing by on his patrol. Seeing the messenger's dazed look, he also looked up at the sky, but there was nothing: "Do you know how to read the stars? But there are no stars tonight."

"Ahem..." The messenger quickly came back to his senses and saw that Doudou's position was higher than his. He quickly saluted but did not answer Doudou's question.

Doudou was very curious and wanted to ask a few more questions, but his companion stopped him: "The Regent wants you to inspect the camp. If you delay any longer, be careful that the Regent will make you inspect the camp for the rest of your life."

"I'm not afraid. Now that Qingchen is here, he won't dare to bully me." Doudou muttered, but continued to patrol obediently, completely unaware of Feng Qingchen's arrival.

In the wounded camp, Feng Qingchen, Sun Sixing and the doctor were surrounding the soldier whose leg was broken by a horse.

"The thigh bone is comminuted, there is excessive blood loss, and the muscles are necrotic. High amputation is recommended." Sun Sixing immediately came to a conclusion after feeling the bones, but the old doctor was dissatisfied: "Your body and hair are given by your parents, how can you destroy them so easily?"

"All the muscles in its thigh are necrotic and its blood vessels are ruptured. It's impossible to alleviate the symptoms through vascular reconstruction. High amputation is the only option. Although it's very risky, it's better than dying now." Sun Sixing argued without any of his previous shyness and embarrassment.

"No, no. We will try our best to save him. If it doesn't work, we will give up. He may not survive after amputation." The old doctor shook his head firmly. The number of wounded soldiers dying every day was unknown, and the old doctor was used to it.

He tried his best to save her, but there was nothing he could do if he couldn't save her.

Sun Sixing frowned disapprovingly: "According to normal rescue methods, he will not survive today."

"I see that you two are very good at treating external injuries. You try, maybe you can save him." The old doctor knew that the man was seriously injured, otherwise he would not have asked Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing for help.

"The only option is amputation. Otherwise, I can't do anything." Without waiting for the old doctor to deny, Sun Sixing added, "We have no right to decide the life or death of others. We can ask the injured person for his opinion. He is still conscious at this time, and it is up to him to decide his own life or death."

"Okay." The old doctor did not deny it this time.

Sun Sixing woke the injured man up and made sure he was awake. He explained the situation one by one. The injured man chose amputation without thinking: "I want to survive. My mother is still waiting for me to go back. Even if I drag my crippled body, I will go back to see my mother."

"I was wrong." The old doctor sighed. He was used to seeing life and death on the battlefield. He no longer cared about human life and death. He had never thought about how much the injured wanted to live. Even if it cost him a leg, they still wanted to live.

"Senior, you are also thinking about the injured." Sun Sixing bowed quickly, showing respect as a junior.

After the three of them had discussed it, they prepared to perform an amputation operation on the injured person. Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing were experts in this area. The old doctor was not a person who could boast of his own shortcomings. Knowing his own shortcomings, he spontaneously became their assistant.

The three of them were so busy that they didn't realize that there was a man standing outside the wounded camp, staring at the camp, like a pine tree on a snowy mountain, motionless...