474 What a coincidence, sending Feng Qingchen home

You can't invest too much emotion in a patient, otherwise you will hurt yourself. This is Feng Qingchen's consistent principle.

It's not that she is cold-blooded, it's just that there are too many people and things in this world that deserve sympathy. She doesn't want to make herself like Lin Daiyu, who is worried and crying all day long. She is used to birth, aging, illness and death. What else can she not see clearly...

Feng Qingchen put on the mask and stopped talking. She also ignored the expectation and hope in Hao Ting's eyes. She couldn't promise the patient anything before the examination.

Time was limited, so Feng Qingchen put pulse diagnosis last and did a basic examination for Hao Ting first. Of course, her smart medical kit had already been turned on. It was not that she relied on instruments, but some diseases could not be seen by the naked eye, and the patient in front of her was not very cooperative.

Feng Qingchen checked Hao Ting's pupils and skin texture, listened carefully to his heartbeat and breathing, and asked him where he felt uncomfortable and about his daily eating habits.

From Hao Ting's words, plus his own clinical experience, Feng Qingchen knew that he was in trouble. Whether he could win the competition was a small problem. Whether he could cure Hao Ting's disease was the big problem...

"Mr. Hao Ting, I want to take a drop of your blood." Feng Qingchen didn't give Hao Ting any chance to say no. She took out a thin needle from the medicine box and pricked Hao Ting's fingertip.

Hao Ting felt pain but did not move. He let Feng Qingchen take his blood, blinking his thick and long eyelashes. After Feng Qingchen put the blood in a transparent vial, Hao Ting asked, "Doctor Feng, what disease do I have?" So far, no one has diagnosed his disease.

"I don't know for now. I can only draw a conclusion after I go back and check the young master's blood." Feng Qingchen closed the medicine box, took off his gloves and mask, and stuffed them into his clothes pockets. Xia Wan immediately came forward with a wet towel and carefully wiped Feng Qingchen's ten fingers clean.

What a clever maid, she even found out about her little habit. People from the Ninth Prince's Palace are really not simple.

Feng Qingchen nodded to Xia Wan to show his approval. Xia Wan's eyes lit up and a hint of joy flashed across their faces.

After cleaning up, Feng Qingchen turned around and saw Su Wan there, pretending to take the pulse of woman number eight, and kindly asking her some questions that doctors often ask. Judging from Su Wan's attitude, she must have put in a lot of effort in the past few days.

In a competition, victory or defeat is sometimes determined not by ability but by means, just like how she defeated Su Wan in the four arts of music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Feng Qingchen was not angry about Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan's secret plotting. This was their ability.

Feng Qingchen smiled gently and bowed to the prince and the others: "Your Highness, Qingchen has finished the diagnosis. If there is nothing else, Qingchen will take his leave first."

"Qingchen, can you diagnose what disease the young man has? Would you like to write a prescription?" The prince was not a fool. He knew that Feng Qingchen could see the problem with Su Wan, so of course he also discovered it. He said this just to give Feng Qingchen a chance to let her reveal the tricks in the medical skills competition. However, Feng Qingchen did not appreciate it. In Feng Qingchen's eyes, it was normal to use tricks in a competition.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Qingchen is not sure about the young man's condition for the time being. Qingchen needs to go back and think about it carefully." She had doubts, but everything had to wait for the test results. Without investigation, she had no right to speak. Before confirmation, the doctor could not casually express her guess in front of the patient. It would be bad if the patient was scared.

"Xiao Wang heard that Miss Feng is an excellent doctor. How come there is a disease that you, Miss Feng, cannot diagnose?" Nanling Jinfan is like a cockroach. Whether you like it or not, he will always appear around you.

Feng Qingchen turned away in disgust and said impatiently, "Qingchen cannot diagnose this young master's illness. The Third Prince must know why. As for what the Third Prince said about Qingchen's superb medical skills, it's just a rumor. Qingchen is only good at treating external injuries."

It's okay to use tricks, but it's disgusting to pretend to be innocent after being exposed. She hates people who are prostitutes and then try to be virtuous. Feng Qingchen is too lazy to say more to the other party and simply uses one sentence to confront him to death.

If it were an ordinary person, even if they didn't feel guilty, they would blush, but Nanling Jinfan seemed not to understand and looked innocent. Not only that, he took the opportunity to test: "The rumor is indeed not credible. Recently, it has been widely rumored that Miss Qingchen stayed overnight at the Ninth Prince's Mansion and had a night of passion with the Ninth Prince. I don't know if this is a rumor or the truth."

Men are no less gossipy than women. As soon as Nanling Jinfan finished speaking, Feng Qingchen found that the Crown Prince, Xiling Tianlei and Dongling Ziluo were staring at her with shining eyes, as if waiting for her answer.

Obviously, this question had to be answered, and at this moment, Su Wan also ended her treatment. Fearing that Feng Qingchen would not answer, she echoed: "Qingchen, the Third Prince gave you a chance to prove whether the rumor is true or not. You won't dare to answer, right?"

She really didn't dare to answer, but could she not answer?

Feng Qingchen smiled. The Chinese language is the most wonderful language in the world. There is a kind of answer called talking about something else. If you want to trick her, you have to see if she is happy.

"Third Prince, Qingchen has never cared about rumors. Qingchen has never heard of the rumors that Third Prince mentioned. The Ninth Prince was seriously ill, and Qingchen did stay in the Ninth Prince's Mansion for one night. As for Qingchen's innocence? In the eyes of the Third Prince, what innocence does Qingchen have?"

Feng Qingchen secretly referred to the time when Nanling Jinfan insulted her at the banquet.

"Miss Feng really holds a grudge." Nanling Jinfan was very depressed after getting an ambiguous answer, but when Feng Qingchen mentioned the past, he was too embarrassed to ask again.

"Women's minds are as small as a hair. Qingchen has no other abilities, but she has a good memory." Feng Qingchen said meaningfully, her eyes swept towards Xiling Tianlei and Dongling Ziluo, reminding them that they also had a grudge against each other, and her not mentioning it didn't mean that she had forgotten it, she had let it go.

She is not a saint, and she really cannot repay evil with kindness. Moreover, if she repays evil with kindness, how can she repay kindness?

Seeing Feng Qingchen talking about his own affairs calmly, Hao Ting's gray eyes brightened slightly, and his gaze stayed on Feng Qingchen for longer periods of time.

Dongling Ziluo and Xiling Tianlei looked guilty and turned their faces away awkwardly. At this time, they didn't have the nerve to ask Feng Qingchen about the rumors. The prince saw the awkward situation and tried to smooth it over in a half-hearted way. Feng Qingchen had a cold face and didn't give the prince any face.

The prince did not want to make trouble for himself, so after saying a few polite words, he announced that today's competition was over and everyone could go home.

The prince left first, and Feng Qingchen did not stay long, following the prince and his entourage. Hao Ting looked at Feng Qingchen's back and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he said nothing and silently got up and went back to his room.

Feng Qingchen was worried about Hao Ting's condition. In addition, he had overworked last night and felt a little unwell. Feng Qingchen and his group were in a hurry to go home, but they were stopped by Dong Ling Ziluo before they even walked out of the palace.

"What a coincidence! Is Qingchen leaving the palace? I am also leaving the palace. I will see Qingchen off." Dong Ling Ziluo looked elegant, but he was a little nervous inside.

"What a coincidence." Feng Qingchen twitched her lips unnaturally and looked down at the tip of her shoes. She was not respectful or embarrassed, but she was just too lazy to look at Dong Ling Ziluo's handsome face with a smile.

Fortunately, Prince Luo could say such a clumsy chatter, and fortunately, Prince Luo has a good appearance, so he can say such clumsy words and still look like an elegant nobleman.

"It's indeed a coincidence. Is Qingchen going to leave the palace? I am also going to leave the palace. How about I send Qingchen back home?" Xiling Tianlei appeared from somewhere and said in a self-conscious manner.

Feng Qingchen was about to refuse, but when she looked up, she saw Nanling Jinfan and Su Wan approaching. Su Wan looked like she was enjoying the show, while Nanling Jinfan's narrow eyes were shining with mischief...

Well, the more I want to leave, the more I can’t leave.