415 Cold Face, Uncooperative Patient
After the shock, Feng Qingchen realized that she was being rude. She was here to work, not to travel, and the patient was still waiting for her.
Feng Qingchen quickly withdrew her eyes from the beautiful scenery and was about to apologize to the Ninth Prince. However, the Ninth Prince did not give her a chance. He turned around arrogantly and said, "Take her to find the Third Prince." Then he left her alone.
The Ninth Prince is being too arrogant!
Feng Qingchen was puzzled, but thinking that he was in the wrong first, he didn't say much. Under the guidance of the guards, he came to the wooden house where Xiling Tianyu was recuperating. There was a strong smell of medicine in the house.
Feng Qingchen smelled the familiar scent and was in a trance for a moment, as if he had returned to a modern hospital. Unfortunately, the antique furnishings in the room brought Feng Qingchen back to reality.
She can't go back, never go back. She is lucky to be able to survive in this world.
"Third Prince." Feng Qingchen took the medicine box from the guard and walked in.
"Feng Qingchen, come and look at my legs." Xiling Tianyu's eyes were bloodshot. Seeing Feng Qingchen coming in, he quickly sat up straight. Without waiting for the maid to come forward, he lifted the quilt himself, completely lacking his usual calmness and composure.
"Your Highness, don't move." Feng Qingchen was faster than the maid and strode forward to hold Xiling Tianyu down.
Xiling Tianyu's condition was very bad, not referring to his injuries, but his mental state. He was too nervous and uneasy. Feng Qingchen didn't know what had happened, but he was sure that it was not a good thing.
"Feng Qingchen, please take a look at my leg. Can it be saved?" Xiling Tianyu held Feng Qingchen's hands tightly with an anxious look on his face. His trembling hands fully showed his uneasiness.
Feng Qingchen frowned and pulled back her hand. Xiling Tianyu pulled her clothes instead. Feng Qingchen looked at him without saying anything. Instead, she glared coldly at the maid in the room and asked, "What happened?"
She was sure that something must have happened to cause Xiling Tianyu to act like this. Under Feng Qingchen's gaze, the maid hurriedly turned her face away and lowered her head.
Feng Qingchen knew that she couldn't get the answer, so she stopped asking. She turned around and gently comforted Xiling Tianyu, motioning him to let go: "Don't worry, Your Highness. Let me take a look first. Nothing will happen." No matter what, she had to comfort the patient first.
"Okay." Xiling Tianyu then let go, but the worry in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Feng Qingchen said no more. She pulled a chair over, placed the operating box on it, opened it, took out gloves and a mask and put them on. She also tied up her hair. When she was about to pull another chair over to sit on, the maid cleverly brought it to her.
"Thank you." Feng Qingchen nodded in thanks and began to check Xiling Tianyu's leg injury. As soon as he lifted the quilt, Feng Qingchen's brows were knotted.
She was afraid that the surgical incision would split, so she tied a protective cover similar to a knee pad on the incision. But now the protective cover was hanging crookedly on her leg, and it was obvious that someone had taken it apart with an unskilled technique.
The most annoying thing is disobedient patients and self-willed patients.
Considering that the other party was Prince Xiling, Feng Qingchen endured it, took out a pair of scissors with a serious face, and directly cut off the protective cover.
The bandage was also removed, and although it was tied back as it was before, it was not tight enough. I guess the person who tied it didn't dare to use enough force. The wound was indeed bleeding, and there were small spots of blood outside the bandage, and a lot of it.
Feng Qingchen's face became more and more uglier. She hated people who knew nothing and refused to listen to the advice of professionals. They acted on their own and then asked others to clean up their messes when something went wrong.
"Feng..." Xiling Tianyu was about to ask if his leg was okay, but Feng Qingchen glared at him fiercely. Xiling Tianshou shrank back in fear and shut up obediently.
Feng Qingchen is so scary. Just one look from him can make people feel guilty and dare not look at him.
Xiling Tianyu was like a child doing something, he sat there obediently, not daring to move or speak, he just opened his big bloodshot eyes and watched Feng Qingchen skillfully untie the bandage.
The maid didn't even dare to breathe. There was nothing else in the room except the sound of Feng Qingchen unpacking things.
Just as Feng Qingchen had expected, Xiling Tianyu's wound split open, and the serious part was even red and swollen, with signs of suppuration.
It's only been one day, and Xiling Tianyu has already made his blade like this. He is really capable. Does Xiling Tianyu think she is not busy enough? Doesn't she know that she will compete with Su Wan tomorrow?
"Your Highness, there'd better not be a next time." Feng Qingchen said in a bad tone, and Xiling Tianyu nodded repeatedly.
Feng Qingchen put the blood-stained bandage aside, took a pair of tweezers, picked up a piece of cotton and soaked the blood from the wound, not caring whether Xiling Tianyu would be dissatisfied or not, and just concentrated on doing his own thing.
After the blood was sucked clean, Feng Qingchen said to Xiling Tianyu again: "Second Prince, I am going to cut off the rotten flesh on your wound. It will be painful, please bear with it."
It wasn't that Feng Qingchen intended to torture Xiling Tianyu. She didn't give him a local anesthetic injection because too much anesthesia would be detrimental to wound healing.
"Oh, okay." Xiling Tianyu was staring at his "legs" in a daze, tears in his eyes.
His leg finally "grew" out. Seeing the scar was a completely different feeling from seeing the prosthesis. In Xiling Tianyu's eyes, this ugly scar was the most beautiful pattern.
He could finally walk, finally walk like a normal person.
It has been fifteen years. Ever since his leg was crippled, he has not experienced the feeling of walking. His wound split and bled because after he woke up, he was too eager to know the condition of his "leg" and forcibly removed the bandage despite the maid's obstruction.
However, he did not finish unpacking because he was too excited. He accidentally hurt the wound and blood oozed out. The maid tried to stop him, but he was also afraid of something happening, so he went down the stairs.
Seeing his "grown" legs and thinking that he would be able to walk normally in three months, Xiling Tianyu was overjoyed. He asked the maid to bring him some wine so that he could have a good drink.
The maid said that Feng Qingchen had told her not to drink alcohol while recovering from her wounds, but she couldn't persuade him and sent a small jar of wine. As a result...
It became like this.
"You hold down the second prince." After Feng Qingchen disinfected the instruments, he signaled the maid to come forward and hold Xiling Tianyu down.
"No, I promise not to move." Xiling Tianyu raised his hand to stop the maid from coming forward.
It's so embarrassing for a grown man to not be able to bear this little pain.
"I hope you can do it, Second Prince." Feng Qingchen understood the pride of men. Even if the man was only in his teens, he was already an adult man in ancient times. They were comparable to the middle-aged men in their thirties or forties in modern times.
Although it was painful to remove the rotten flesh, it was definitely within the tolerable range, at least not as painful as giving birth. Feng Qingchen had removed the rotten flesh from her own wounds and bandaged them without anesthesia before, so she had confidence in the Second Prince's ability to endure pain. The Second Prince's willpower was no worse than hers...
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