473 This is not fair. I can afford to lose.
Su Wan's abnormality forced Feng Qingchen to take it seriously. Today's competition was in an event that Su Wan was not good at, but Su Wan was able to remain calm. Facing her attempt to steal the limelight, she was able to maintain the composure of a noble lady. This was extremely abnormal.
You know, to her, Su Wan has never been a graceful woman. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal. Feng Qingchen secretly reminded himself to be careful and never fall into the trap of Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan.
A Su Wan like this, if she is not sure of winning, then she doesn't care about winning or losing this game. Su Wan's reputation has been ruined after losing three games in a row. Su Wan simply can't afford to lose. Feng Qingchen believes that Su Wan should be the former. Su Wan will never be willing to lose to her. Su Wan should be very happy to beat her in the event she is good at.
Feng Qingchen blinked her eyelashes lightly, hiding the deep thought in her eyes, and looked at everyone present inconspicuously. However, everyone present was a shrewd person, and Feng Qingchen had not learned to judge cases by micro-expressions, so it was not easy for him to find out the trick.
The prince was dissatisfied with Nanling Jinfan's attitude, but he knew very well that he would not gain any advantage by arguing with Nanling Jinfan. He pretended not to understand what Nanling Jinfan said and signaled the eunuch to send the lottery box to Feng Qingchen and Su Wan: "Miss Su Wan is a guest, Miss Su Wan goes first."
The eunuch held the fortune stick box and walked humbly in front of Su Wan. Feng Qingchen felt more and more uneasy. She didn't know why, but she always felt that something was wrong.
Feng Qingchen watched the eunuch's every move carefully, but she did not see the flash of pride in Nanling Jinfan's eyes.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Su Wan stood up generously, without even looking at it, and directly drew a lot from the lottery box: "Number eight."
Number 8, a woman with a face so pale that there was no trace of life. She looked very ill, but Feng Qingchen saw that her eyes were bright. This woman number 8 was definitely not as seriously ill as she appeared to be.
If it was a coincidence that Su Wan drew number eight and it was good luck, then Feng Qingchen drew number nine, a young man with a ruddy complexion and who looked extremely healthy, but with dull eyes and no desire to survive, this was definitely not something that could be explained by luck or coincidence.
Feng Qingchen twirled the wooden stick in her hand and met Nanling Jinfan's gaze. Her calm eyes and teasing smile silently told Nanling Jinfan that she understood the trick here, but it didn't matter, girl, I can afford to lose.
It's not that Feng Qingchen likes conspiracy theories, but there are not so many coincidences in this world. Among the ten people, number eight drawn by Su Wan happened to have the worst complexion, while she, Feng Qingchen, drew the one with the best complexion. However, the boy with the best complexion looked dead.
It’s not that Feng Qingchen is picky about her patients, but a doctor is just a doctor after all. She can snatch people from the god of death, but she can’t always win over him.
Regardless of winning or losing, she will be responsible for her patients and will not push her patients away. She is not a god, she cannot guarantee to save every patient, she can only guarantee to do her best to save her patients.
Facing Feng Qingchen's all-knowing eyes, Nanling Jinfan felt extremely embarrassed for a moment, as if he was a clown, complacently pretending to be crazy and stupid in front of Feng Qingchen, but the other person already knew it. But Nanling Jinfan was Nanling Jinfan after all. After a moment, Nanling Jinfan smiled at Feng Qingchen as if nothing had happened.
Even if Feng Qingchen knew, what could she do? She simply didn't have the ability to investigate this matter, and the person who had the ability was "seriously ill" at the moment. Nanling Jinfan was extremely grateful to the Ninth Prince for being "seriously ill", which gave him enough time to eliminate all clues and related personnel.
"The patient has been chosen, and the others can leave. Treating illnesses is not a one- or two-day thing. According to the rules of the medical skills competition, you two have fifteen days. During these fifteen days, you two ladies can go in and out of the Imperial Hospital just like the imperial physicians.
The two patients will be specially protected by the guards, and the two young ladies can come to the palace to treat them at any time. During the treatment, this palace, Prince Luo, the Third Prince, and Lei Shuzi will take turns to accompany the two young ladies. The young lady whose patient recovers first will win. Of course, if the patients of the two young ladies are not cured within fifteen days, then the competition will continue until the winner is determined. "The prince slowly read the rules that had been agreed upon before.
This rule is quite unfair to Feng Qingchen. Su Wan could have let the staff behind her take action. She didn't need to know medicine and could still win the competition.
But Feng Qingchen had proposed the medical competition because he knew medicine, so no one would say much even if the rules of the competition were tilted towards Su Wan. Feng Qingchen would not mention it either. To say that the rules were unfair at this time would be slapping himself in the face.
"I have no objection." Feng Qingchen answered first. She threw the bamboo stick into the tube just in time. She was very ostentatious, but no one said a word against her.
Nanling Jinfan's narrow eyes twitched. This Feng Qingchen was really a man of great skill and courage. He knew clearly that he had tricked her, yet he was still so carefree. He was indeed a gentleman.
When the emperor is not around, we are free.
"I have no objection either." Su Wan smiled. The competition had just begun, but Su Wan looked like she had the situation under control.
People who don't know the truth think that it is the upbringing of an aristocratic family that makes Su Wan calm in the face of honor or disgrace, but Feng Qingchen understands that she really has the overall situation in control. The "illness" of woman number eight is probably the same as that of the ninth uncle, and she can be cured at any time if she wants. But it is hard to say whether her patient has a terminal illness, but it is certain that he will not be cured within fifteen days.
"Since Miss Su and Miss Feng have no objection, you can treat the patient now. Of course, you only have a quarter of an hour." The medical skills competition lasts for fifteen days. Of course, the prince and his entourage cannot accompany Feng Qingchen and Su Wan here every day. Except for today, the four of them will take turns to accompany Feng Qingchen and Su Wan into the palace, which can be considered as surveillance and judging.
Feng Qingchen nodded, walked to the front of boy number nine, took out gloves and a mask from his pocket and put them on, cough cough... It was still unclear what disease the boy had. Whether for the patient's good or for his own good, Feng Qingchen felt that he must pay attention to hygiene, because germs are truly invisible.
"What's your name?" Feng Qingchen asked while putting on gloves. His tone was still cold and emotionless, and he looked very official.
"Does this have anything to do with you treating me?" Young man number nine was obviously not a good person. In front of the prince and others, he still dared not give Feng Qingchen face.
"Yes, you are my patient. You have entrusted your life and health to me. You must trust me. Only in this way can I continue to treat you. Patients will not choose a doctor they do not trust, and doctors are also unwilling to treat patients who do not trust them."
If the patient does not trust the doctor, how can she cooperate with the doctor's treatment? For an uncooperative patient, it will be useless even if she meets a great immortal, not to mention that she is not a great immortal.
A tiny light flashed across the young man's gray eyes, and his long eyelashes lifted up. He looked at Feng Qingchen seriously and said solemnly: "I can't tell you my last name, but I can tell you that my name is Hao Ting."
"Haoting, I'll remember it." Feng Qingchen nodded. It could be seen that this young man named Haoting was very extraordinary.
In fact, the ten patients selected by the imperial doctors were all very unusual, but Feng Qingchen had no intention of asking about their identities. They were just doctor-patients, and it was enough for them to establish a basic trust between each other...