389 Prosthetic Limbs, Ninth Prince is Depressed

Xiling Tianyu's heart was up and down with Feng Qingchen's words. Even though he kept reminding himself to be calm, rational, and have a great demeanor, he couldn't let the other party look down on him. But when he heard Feng Qingchen's words, he couldn't help but ask: "Miss Qingchen, what about my leg disease? When can you make a prosthesis so that I can walk like a normal person?"

He cares about the country and the people, but the prerequisite is his own safety. Feng Qingchen has limited energy, so of course he will make a prosthesis for him first. He can't take care of other people.

Everyone is selfish, and he is no exception.

"Second Prince, the most crude way to install a prosthesis is to fix it to the residual limb. This kind of prosthesis is not very practical and can only withstand limited gravity. The prosthesis I am going to install for you is to connect it directly to your bones. Although this method is complicated, it can make your prosthesis fit your body better.

I will add a special material to the prosthesis. This special material will extend into the skin, allowing the skin tissue to slowly grow around the special material. The two will be tightly bonded together, making the prosthesis stronger and more practical, and you won't feel uncomfortable. After it is fully healed, your left leg will be able to walk and even run like a normal person. "

This is a new technology developed by the military, specially prepared for disabled soldiers, hoping that they can have a normal life after retiring from the battlefield. However, she did not use it on disabled soldiers, but on the second prince.

Xiling Tianyu's heart finally settled down at this moment. If the Ninth Prince hadn't been around, he really wanted to go up and hug Feng Qingchen in his arms and thank her properly.

"When, when are you going to do it?" He wanted to stand up and walk like a normal person. He had been thinking about this for fifteen years. Ever since he had an accident at the age of five, he had always wanted to stand up.

Feng Qingchen did not speak, but drew a few strokes on the white paper, then tore it off: "Second Prince, this is my request. Tell me when you are ready and I can start at any time. In addition, you must take care of your body. Although it is just a small prosthesis installation, if something unexpected happens, it may be fatal." For example, postoperative infection, especially the prosthesis used by Xiling Tianyu is connected to the bones, the chance of infection is higher.

Xiling Tianyu quickly scanned it and then looked at it carefully again. Even without a brush, Feng Qingchen's handwriting was still very good, strong and powerful, not like a girl's handwriting.

"Three days. I will finish it within three days. I will do all the requirements you wrote above." Xiling Tianyu was very anxious. If Feng Qingchen hadn't asked for too much, he would have wanted to start today.

"Okay, send someone to find me in three days." It's true that being rich and powerful makes a difference. It only takes three days to build an operating room, and it only takes three days to make the equipment she wants. When Wang Qi built the operating room for her, it took a lot of time.

"Second Prince, take good care of yourself in the next three days. You are too weak to get a prosthesis." Feng Qingchen fulfilled his duties as a doctor and gave him everything he needed to say. Finally, he picked up the medicine box and said, "Nothing else. I'm leaving now."

"Okay, Miss Qingchen, take care." Xiling Tianyu had not yet recovered from the joy of being able to walk like a normal person. He just answered Feng Qingchen's words instinctively. When he came to his senses, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were both gone.

Xiling Tianyu was so depressed. He urgently needed someone to share this joy with him, but... he couldn't tell anyone else about this. He was afraid that someone would sabotage it after the news leaked. He knew that Feng Qingchen had treated Wang Jinling's eye disease, but there were many twists and turns.

The Ninth Prince originally came to laugh at Feng Qingchen, but he didn't expect that she actually had a way to make Xiling Tianyu walk like a normal person. He would be lying if he said he was not shocked, but at the same time he was proud of Feng Qingchen. The woman he liked was indeed extraordinary.

The Ninth Prince was happy and his steps became lighter. Under the pretext of sending Feng Qingchen away, he sent away everyone around him.

"Feng Qingchen, are you sure that you can make the Second Prince return to normal?" Feng Qingchen said it too confidently. The Ninth Prince was afraid that there would be accidents and Xiling Tianyu's hopes would be dashed. He would definitely not let Feng Qingchen go. There were some things Feng Qingchen had not thought of, so he had to think about it for Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen knew this without the Ninth Emperor's uncle reminding her. If she wasn't absolutely sure, she would never easily propose a treatment plan: "More than 90%."

For doctors, if they are more than 90% sure, then they can definitely do it. After all, no doctor will say that he is 100% sure during surgery. Some accidents cannot be avoided even if you are careful.

With 90% certainty, the Ninth Prince was relieved. He knew Feng Qingchen's ability in medicine. However, what made the Ninth Prince curious was who taught Feng Qingchen the medical skills. You know, the master of the Divine Doctor Valley was not sure either. However, the Ninth Prince was smart enough not to ask, but mentioned another person.

"Where is the prince? What do you think about the prince's condition?" He didn't want Feng Qingchen to interfere in the prince's condition because he was afraid that Feng Qingchen would fail to save the prince and cause trouble instead. Now it seems that he underestimated Feng Qingchen.

The art of mending the heart, perhaps Feng Qingchen can really do it.

"Prince? He was born with a heart disease." Feng Qingchen frowned slightly. Didn't she tell her not to worry about the prince's condition? Why did this guy speak again? Congenital heart disease is not a minor disease, and even she was not very sure.

"Yes, if you come to treat it, how confident are you?" The Ninth Prince insisted. Feng Qingchen thought for a moment and said cautiously, "At most 70%."

If she really had to do it, it was not impossible for her to perform heart surgery on the prince, but the prerequisite was to ensure her life. She was a doctor, not a god. She could only race against death, but she could not snatch a dying person back from the hands of death.

70%? The risk is too great. He couldn't let Feng Qingchen take this risk: "Don't let the prince know."

The Ninth Prince once again warned Feng Qingchen. He was afraid that Feng Qingchen would forget the Crown Prince's identity when he saw the Crown Prince fall ill, and make a decision that would be disadvantageous to himself on impulse. It was not that he did not trust Feng Qingchen, but based on his understanding of Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen would really do such a thing.

"I'll try my best." Some things are not difficult for her to control. The Ninth Prince also understood this and said no more. He just silently pondered in his heart whether he should let Feng Qingchen leave the capital for a while.

Feng Qingchen didn't know what Uncle Nine was planning. Seeing Uncle Nine remained silent, she became alert. When they reached the patio, Feng Qingchen said, "Uncle Nine, please stay. I will leave by myself."

She bowed to the Ninth Prince, and regardless of whether he agreed or not, Feng Qingchen quickened her pace, walked towards the side door, and asked the servants in the mansion to take her back.

He showed her power in the daytime, and sent her off warmly at night. He also brought up the prince's illness again. Who knows what the Ninth Prince's plan is? The Ninth Prince's words were too obviously tentative, so it's better to be careful.

It was no wonder that Feng Qingchen was suspicious. She had just offended the Ninth Prince Uncle during the day, so she didn't dare to enjoy the treatment of being personally sent off by the Ninth Prince Uncle.

"You don't know what's good for you."

The Ninth Prince paused, snorted coldly, turned around and walked into the room with a flick of his sleeves.

His pride prevented him from pestering her. Feng Qingchen's rejection was too obvious, so obvious that he couldn't ignore it. The Ninth Prince's good mood was ruined by Feng Qingchen's words...