1853 Smooth, You Don't Believe in This King

The Ninth Prince of Dongling will arrive at Xiling tomorrow. However, Feng Qingchen was injured under their protection tonight. When the time comes, in order to appease Dongling's anger, the Emperor will not be able to find the murderer, so he will naturally take out his anger on Dongling on someone else.

"I wonder if I will be unlucky and be pushed out by the emperor as a scapegoat. Sigh..."

"That shouldn't be the case. Didn't Miss Feng say that she would recommend credit for us?" The man didn't know that he accidentally said what was in his heart, causing his companions to worry.

"Miss Feng's request for merit also needs the Emperor's approval. It is said that the Ninth Prince of Dongling attaches great importance to this Miss Feng. When he learned that Miss Feng had been assassinated in Xiling, he left the affairs of state and ran over here."

The two countries are not so well-informed. The officials of Dongling would come up with a "natural" reason to give the Ninth Prince an excuse. It is not surprising that Xiling portrayed the Ninth Prince as a foolish and incompetent man who disregarded the country for the sake of beauty.

The Emperor of Xiling did not want the reputation of the Ninth Prince to spread to the ears of the people of Xiling, so that ordinary people would also know how powerful and brave the Ninth Prince of Xiling was, suppressing the emperors of various countries and not daring to say a word.

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As soon as Feng Qingchen and his party arrived at the villa where the Ling Special Envoy was staying temporarily, they received the best hospitality. The Dongling Special Envoy came for Feng Qingchen's matter. Seeing Feng Qingchen appearing covered in blood, he naturally did not dare to neglect her. He immediately opened the main courtyard originally reserved for the Ninth Prince and his party and welcomed Feng Qingchen in.

"Miss Feng, the hot water is ready. You should wash up first. The doctor will be here soon." The special envoy was a smart official. He did not have the arrogance of a rich and powerful son, nor the arrogance of a poor boy who refused to bow to the powerful. Once such a person had the opportunity, he would definitely achieve success.

As soon as Feng Qingchen came in, the special envoy began to circle around Feng Qingchen and his group. He knew the right balance very well, not being too close to Feng Qingchen, but also not failing to hear Feng Qingchen's orders.

Being good at observing people's words and expressions is not a bad thing. At least Feng Qingchen feels that this person is very capable and makes people feel comfortable.

"The official you chose is very good. He has ability and vision. If he is polished well, his future will be limitless." Although scholars have always disliked people who are smooth and worldly-wise, and believe that such people have no principles, Feng Qingchen believes that being smooth and worldly-wise is not a bad thing as long as it does not harm others.

An official can go far only if he is worldly-wise and can get along well with people both above and below him. Only if he goes far can he realize his ambitions.

"The king will remember to use him." Feng Qingchen said that the future was limitless. Not to mention that this special envoy had the ability, even if he didn't have the ability, the Ninth Prince would still give him a good future.

“Regent, Regent Prince!” The envoy stared at the Ninth Uncle in a daze. With a thud, before his brain could react, his legs went limp and he knelt down in front of the Ninth Uncle, repeatedly apologizing: “Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I didn’t know that Your Majesty was here in person. I…”

Although the special envoy saw the Ninth Prince's presence, because the Ninth Prince's uncle was not injured and was deliberately hiding his aura, the special envoy did not pay attention to him. The Ninth Prince's uncle's words frightened the young official.

"Get up." The Ninth Prince interrupted the other party's apology coldly and said, "Arrange a doctor to treat the injuries of others. You are not needed here. Get out."

"Yes, yes, yes. I will leave right away, right away." The envoy was sweating profusely and felt extremely annoyed. If he had known that the Ninth Prince was there, he would not have been so attentive to Miss Feng.

Everyone in the court knew that the Prince Regent was bullying the eldest son because the eldest son loved to get close to Miss Feng whenever he had time, which made the Prince Regent extremely dissatisfied.

"I hope the Regent doesn't remember a small official like me." Although the envoy knew that the possibility was small, he still had hope.

To the extent that, when he was promoted later, he was still wondering if the Ninth Uncle had forgotten about him, but he didn't realize that it was because of Feng Qingchen's confidence in him that he had more opportunities than others.

Before the special envoy left, he took all the servants away, leaving only Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince in the room.

He is indeed someone who can get things done.

"I want to dig out the arrowhead. Please find someone to help me." Feng Qingchen leaned weakly on the couch, activated the smart bag, and took out the medicine box.

"The wound is on your chest. I will help you." Although it was not the first time, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but twitch his lips when he saw Feng Qingchen take something out of nowhere.

If people were to see this, Feng Qingchen would have to be burned to death. He didn't know how capable the imperial master of Xiling was, so how could he not be worried?

"Prepare a mirror for me, I can do it." Although the Ninth Prince's hands were steady, they were not suitable for holding a scalpel. His hands could hold a pen or a sword, but it was strange for him to hold a scalpel.

“Don’t you believe in me?” Although it was his first time, the Ninth Prince believed that he could do a good job. He had dug out arrows for himself before and did not kill himself.

"Believe it. But I'm a doctor and I can still do it now." Feng Qingchen would never admit it. She was afraid of pain.

Whether the Ninth Prince helped her remove the arrowhead or she did it herself, she could not use anesthesia. It was the first time for the Ninth Prince to do it. Even if he had a good talent and there would be no accidents, he could not speed up. In order to avoid death in pain and suffer less, Feng Qingchen resolutely refused to let the Ninth Prince do it.

There was once a doctor who, under very primitive medical conditions, removed his own appendix. So what was so difficult about removing an arrow?

Under Feng Qingchen's insistence, the Ninth Prince was finally defeated by Feng Qingchen and could only become an assistant, doing chores for Feng Qingchen.

"Help me cut the clothes next to the wound."

"Alcohol……"

"tweezers."

"knife……"

"Hemostats."

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"No, I have no strength left. I need to rest." The arrow had not been taken out yet, but Feng Qingchen was already extremely tired. His whole body was soaked and he leaned against the head of the bed, gasping for breath.

Most people would not dare to stab their own flesh with a knife, even if it was to heal themselves. After being stabbed once, they would not want to stab themselves a second time. The pain of experiencing it once is enough to leave a deep impression on people.

Feng Qingchen was able to stab without blinking while being sober, which impressed the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen quietly without saying a word...

Well, he admitted that he had not done as good a job as Feng Qingchen in removing the arrowhead. When it came to treating injuries, the Ninth Prince had never seen a better doctor than Feng Qingchen.

After a short rest, Feng Qingchen continued his previous work. A quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen had treated the blood vessels that were stuck by the arrow one by one. He leaned weakly against the head of the bed, pointed at the bloody hole on his chest and said, "It's done. Help me dig it out."

Seeing the Ninth Prince frowning, Feng Qingchen added: "Don't worry, no blood will spurt out." She was not a snow wolf. She could not stop the bleeding by licking with her tongue. Naturally, she would not take risks with her own body.

"Hmm." The Ninth Prince pressed Feng Qingchen's breath and took out the arrow with a slight force.

Puff... Although there was no blood flowing out, it still splashed all over the Ninth Prince's face. Feng Qingchen curled up and almost bit his tongue.

It hurts so fucking much, don't let me know who did it...