388 Destiny is just the hand of God

It is about saving rather than curing. Xiling Tianyu is a smart man and he knows his situation clearly.

Uh... Feng Qingchen's face froze. She actually let her personal emotions affect her work. Feng Qingchen ignored the Ninth Uncle and turned to Xiling Tianyu and said, "Second Prince, your left leg muscles are severely necrotic and can no longer be cured. It is impossible to recover to normal..."

"I understand..." Xiling Tianlei originally still held out a little hope, but after hearing Feng Qingchen say that, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, and he interrupted Feng Qingchen before she could finish.

"Second Prince, please let me finish what I am saying." Feng Qingchen disliked this most about the patient. He pretended to have accepted his fate, but in fact he was unable to accept the reality.

"Oh, go on..." Xiling Tianyu was not interested. His leg couldn't be cured, so what else could he hear?

Feng Qingchen didn't care, and continued in a calm voice: "Although I can't make your necrotic muscles grow again, I can make you walk like a normal person."

"What? Feng Qingchen, what did you say?" Feng Qingchen said it calmly, but to Xiling Tianyu, it was like a bolt of thunder in a clear sky. He stood up from the chair in excitement, but unfortunately his right leg had not been walked for a long time, and he moved too quickly, so his feet went soft and he fell forward.

"Be careful." Feng Qingchen seemed to have expected this, and when Xiling Tianyu fell, she stepped forward and hugged him. She thought to herself: This Second Prince is even more excited than hearing that his legs were artificially disabled.

However, Feng Qingchen could understand Xiling Tianyu's desire to return to normal. You know, on the battlefield, many injured soldiers retired because of disability. She understood these people's desire for a normal life better than ordinary doctors.

Disability can crush a normal person's mind, so Xiling Tianyu's excitement when he heard that he could walk like a normal person is understandable.

Although Xiling Tianyu was thin, he was still a big man after all, and all his weight was on Feng Qingchen. Although Feng Qingchen was prepared, he still couldn't stand steadily and swayed back several steps.

Just as Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth and was about to lift up the man, the weight on his body suddenly disappeared. It went without saying that the man was supported by the Ninth Prince. After all, there were only three of them in the room.

Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, but met the Ninth Prince's blaming eyes. Feng Qingchen smiled indifferently. As a doctor, she cared less about the relationship between men and women than most people. Besides, she and Xiling Tianyu didn't do anything.

The Ninth Prince would not teach Feng Qingchen a lesson in front of others. He turned around and looked at Xiling Tianyu: "Tianyu." The Ninth Prince's voice was not loud, but it strangely calmed people down, especially Xiling Tianyu.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure." A nobleman is a nobleman. Even though Xiling Tianyu has obvious depression, he recovers faster than ordinary people.

Feng Qingchen knew that Xiling Tianyu was suppressing his true nature. Seeing Xiling Tianyu like this, Feng Qingchen suddenly felt that the people in the royal family were so pitiful. They couldn't even have true feelings, and even if they did, they couldn't show them.

Just like the Ninth Prince, who always had a cold face, as if he never had any extra emotions, but Feng Qingchen knew that it was impossible for a person to be without joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. The Ninth Prince also had them, but he suppressed them too deeply. Over time, others got used to it, and he himself got used to it too.

"It's okay, I understand. If the Second Prince has calmed down, let's talk and see if you can agree to my treatment plan." Feng Qingchen's expression was indifferent, as if nothing had happened.

Seeing this, Xiling Tianyu no longer worried about his impoliteness, and his favorable impression of Feng Qingchen grew. Feng Qingchen's calm and composed appearance was really likable.

Xiling Tianyu smiled and motioned Feng Qingchen to speak, then he thought of the name Feng Qingchen called him, and he deliberately shortened the distance: "Miss Qingchen, if you don't mind, just call me Tianyu."

Most people would agree to what a prince said even if they were not excited. But Feng Qingchen was different: "No, I feel more comfortable calling you the Second Prince."

She had no interest in making friends with Xiling Tianyu. The relationship between patient and doctor was enough. Although Xiling Tianyu was disappointed, he did not say much.

The Ninth Prince was very satisfied. He thought Feng Qingchen was explaining to him in a tactful way that her hugging Xiling Tianyu just now was an accident. Knowing that he was unhappy, she deliberately kept her distance.

I can only say that this is a beautiful misunderstanding.

"Second Prince, your left leg is already necrotic. I suggest you remove the necrotic part and then transplant the limb." Feng Qingchen tried his best to make his words understandable to the other party.

"Limb transplant? The transplant that the master of the Divine Doctor Valley talked about? Can you do it?" Xiling Tianyu knew very well that this was the only way to transplant his legs. Although he felt repulsive to the idea of ​​installing someone else's thing on his own body, compared to being able to walk normally, these could be overcome.

"It is a limb transplant, yes. However, the plan I mentioned might be slightly different from the one proposed by the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley." Feng Qingchen had met the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley before and knew that he was a medical geek.

Feng Qingchen had great respect for the old man. In Feng Qingchen's eyes, the master of the Divine Doctor Valley was a medical genius. Of course, there was a fine line between genius and madness, it all depended on how the world viewed him.

Besides, in the eyes of the world, her medical skills were learned from the Divine Doctor Valley, and the people from the Divine Doctor Valley did not come forward to say otherwise. They just took the responsibility for her. She was not opposed to the Divine Doctor Valley.

"What's the difference?" Xiling Tianyu tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart and asked in a calm voice, but his clenched fists and the sweat on his palms revealed his true emotions.

Recovery is in sight. If he can't be excited, he would be a monster.

How could Feng Qingchen not know the changes in the patient, but she was an excellent doctor, and an excellent doctor would understand the patient's feelings. Since the other party didn't want her to know his nervousness and expectations, then she would just not know.

Feng Qingchen was not used to having nothing in his hands. He turned around, opened the medicine box, took out a charcoal pencil and a writing board, and wrote down the doctor's instructions while saying, "Second Prince, the limb transplant I'm going to perform on you is not to remove a limb from a person, but to make a suitable prosthesis for you."

"Prosthetic limb? What is that?" Not to mention Xiling Tianyu, even the Ninth Prince was very curious. If this kind of thing could be produced in large quantities, then those disabled soldiers would benefit.

Feng Qingchen seemed to know what the two were thinking, and he explained the complexity of the operation early on: "Prostheses are made of special materials to compensate for the functions of a missing limb. The production and installation of prostheses is a complicated process. It's true that I can make them, but my energy and materials are limited."

It's not that Feng Qingchen doesn't want to, it's really...

There are limited prosthetic limbs in her smart medical kit, but there are so many disabled people in the world.

Not to mention in ancient times, even in modern times she couldn't provide every disabled person with prosthetic limbs, and prosthetic limbs are also divided into different levels. The plan she drafted for Xiling Tianyu was the latest military technology.

Everyone is equal in the face of death, but in the face of high medical expenses, people can be immediately divided into different levels. She is a doctor, not a savior. Don't expect her to risk her life and give up everything to save the dying. If she did that, she would not be Feng Qingchen, but a fool.

There will come a day when there will be patients in the hospital who cannot afford the hospitalization fees and have to stop treatment and wait to die. Can she help one or ten patients?

Over time, people will become numb. She cannot ensure that every patient can receive timely and effective treatment. All she can do is use the best medical skills to treat the patients in her hands. She cannot care about other people. She is not God...