402 Mysophobia, a heart-pounding moment

There was no need to leave any alive, so there was no need to be polite. The reinforcements quickly knocked down the assassins, not sparing a single one...

Encountering an ambush, the enemy was annihilated while none of their own died. This was definitely something to be happy about and proud of. However, the Ninth Prince was not only unhappy, but even angry and wanted to kill someone because Feng Qingchen was missing: "Where is she?"

Of the seven guards, six had fainted, and only one remained conscious due to minor injuries. However, under the powerful murderous aura and pressure from the Ninth Prince, he wished he would faint as well.

"Subordinates..." The guard was in tears. It was so dark and the situation was so chaotic. When he saw Feng Qingchen's handsome killing method and knew that Feng Qingchen could protect himself, he didn't pay any attention to him. But in the blink of an eye, the person disappeared.

At this moment, he resented his own good physical condition extremely. Why, why didn't he faint? He really didn't want to face his master's wrath.

The reinforcements were clearing the battlefield. Seeing that the Ninth Prince was angry, they knelt down with a thud, although they didn't know what was wrong.

Feng Qingchen was frightened by the noise outside. She hastily packed up the remaining medicine and bandages, then rushed out of the bushes. As soon as she came out, she saw the Ninth Prince standing in the middle like a god of death, while all his men were kneeling on the ground, looking terrified.

What happened? Feng Qingchen was puzzled, but she was cautious and didn't ask. The less she knew about the Ninth Prince's affairs, the safer she would be.

When the Ninth Prince heard the unusual movement, he gave a cold glance, and when he saw the person coming, he exclaimed, "Feng Qingchen!" His words were more than three times faster than usual.

His legs reacted faster than his brain. By the time the Ninth Prince noticed him, he had already stood in front of Feng Qingchen. The Ninth Prince paused for a moment before returning to normal: "I'm glad you're okay."

The speaking speed returned to normal, but the worry and surprise in his eyes could not be concealed so quickly.

"I'm fine." Feng Qingchen said half bitterly and half sadly.

The worry in the Ninth Prince's eyes was so obvious that she couldn't pretend she didn't know. Her heart felt sour. Feng Qingchen turned her face away and told herself not to covet impossible people and things.

"Ninth Uncle, many people are injured. I will go and help."

Feng Qingchen almost ran away as she jumped over the Ninth Uncle. She asked the guards to take down the medicine box on the horse's back. Feng Qingchen wrapped her hair, put on gloves, and cleaned the wounds of the injured person neatly.

Only by working can you suppress the distracting thoughts in your mind.

"The wound is too deep and the bleeding is too much. Don't move the patient for now. Bring the torch over and make it brighter." Feng Qingchen squatted beside the injured and skillfully gave them anesthesia, cleaned the wound, cut the wound with a scalpel, removed the arrow, applied medicine, and sutured.

Feng Qingchen was extremely grateful that the arrow wounds on these people did not hit their vital parts, otherwise she would not have been able to deal with it so quickly.

The Ninth Prince was left behind by Feng Qingchen and stood there in a daze. When he calmed down and prepared to deal with the follow-up matters, he turned around to see Feng Qingchen squatting on the ground, skillfully bandaging the wound of the injured guard.

Looking at her technique, you can tell that she must do this often. Her movements in treating wounds are perfect and fast, and she can even treat two people's wounds at the same time.

Without having to think too much, just one look at the other person's wound will tell you how to clean and bandage it, from cleaning to suturing, all in one go.

Those hands seemed born for treating wounds, and with just two strokes, she sewed up the hideous wound perfectly. She was so calm and composed that she didn't look like a fifteen-year-old girl. Everyone was amazed and admired her, but they didn't know that Feng Qingchen at this moment was like a taut string, not daring to relax for a moment.

Faced with six seriously injured patients, Feng Qingchen had no time to care about what was happening around her. She only knew to bandage their wounds as quickly as possible, otherwise these six people would die from excessive blood loss.

The six of them had lost too much blood and needed blood transfusions, but in this era, she could not openly give blood transfusions to the injured and could not quickly replenish their lost blood. She could only treat the wounds as quickly as possible to reduce blood loss.

Feng Qingchen focused all her attention on the patient, staring intently at the wound without blinking, but she didn't know that while she was looking at the wound, everyone around her was looking at her.

They had never seen such a method of bandaging wounds, nor had they seen any doctor so concerned about the injured and racing against time to buy time for them.

Yes, even if Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, just seeing her digging out the broken arrows for two people at the same time, with her hands moving faster and faster, the people present understood that Feng Qingchen cared about the lives of these wounded people very much, and she was doing her best to save them.

Their lives are born for the Master. For people like them, it is a very happy thing to have someone who cares so much about their lives.

Racing against time against death to save lives, such Feng Qingchen is undoubtedly beautiful. The Ninth Prince even sees a faint halo from her, which is breathtakingly beautiful. Such Feng Qingchen undoubtedly makes his heart beat.

In fact, what initially moved him was the way Feng Qingchen concentrated on saving people, so serious, so confident, so flamboyant...

It took more than an hour for Feng Qingchen to finally treat the injuries of seven people. She also bandaged the other people who were slightly injured. After confirming again and again that there would be no problems with the wounds, Feng Qingchen took out the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory drugs and gave them to the person closest to her, repeatedly instructing the other person how to use them, and at the same time explained a series of precautions.

Feng Qingchen's voice was flat and cold, almost emotionless, but hearing it made people feel at ease and convinced. It was the first time that they obeyed another person's orders without the orders of their master, or it could be said that it was not an order, but just concern.

"Okay, that's all. If you see anything unusual, remember to come to me. I will change the dressings on their wounds in seven days. Remember to be careful when moving them so that their wounds don't split. If they do, be sure to tell me."

Feng Qingchen took off her medical gloves, picked up the wet towel in the operating box, and wiped each of her fingers carefully. When Feng Qingchen wiped her hands, she was extremely serious and careful, and also very picky, which made people want to rush forward and wipe them for her.

The Ninth Prince had such thoughts and impulses, but when he was ready to act, Feng Qingchen had already wiped it and was packing up the operating box.

Feng Qingchen's senior sister who is a forensic doctor particularly hates Feng Qingchen's way of wiping hands, saying that it is more particular than her way of wiping hands as a forensic doctor who encounters dead bodies every day. Feng Qingchen knows that wiping hands like this is not very effective, but it is her habit and she likes it.

"I'm sorry for wasting your time." Feng Qingchen picked up the operating box and saw the Ninth Prince standing opposite her. Then she remembered that she seemed to have acted on her own just now. The Ninth Prince had the final say here. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince didn't say much, just nodded and said, "Let's go."

Smelling the potion and blood on Feng Qingchen's body, the Ninth Prince suspected that Feng Qingchen was also injured, but after searching around, he found nothing.

As a doctor, it is not difficult to conceal his wound. Feng Qingchen does not want to cause unnecessary trouble because of his small wound.

The Ninth Prince ordered a small group of people to escort the seven injured guards back, while the others continued on their journey. Before mounting their horses, the Ninth Prince took Feng Qingchen's operating box, and Qingchen cooperated by letting go.

She had to conserve her energy because she had another operation waiting for her.

Feng Qingchen didn't know that because of this operation, her secret was exposed...

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