479 Yun Xiao's Favor, Troublesome Patient

Feng Qingchen originally thought that Yun Xiao had some purpose in bringing her out of Mr. Yuan Xi's dinner party, but she didn't expect that Yun Xiao didn't say a word along the way. After a brief self-introduction, he sent her directly back home and only stuffed a jade pendant into her hand when she got off the carriage.

"Miss Qingchen, with this jade pendant, you can get the medicinal materials you want first at any Yun family medicine shop in the Jiuzhou Continent."

Perhaps guessing that Feng Qingchen would refuse, Yun Xiao added: "Miss Qingchen, just accept it. This jade pendant is not expensive. Even if you have this jade pendant, you still have to pay for the medicine according to the market price. I just give you the right of first refusal."

Good medicinal materials are hard to come by, so this can be considered as a favor to Feng Qingchen in disguise.

"Thank you, Mr. Yun." Feng Qingchen retracted his outstretched hand. Such a gift was neither light nor heavy, and it was really hard to refuse.

Yun Xiao is much more smooth-talking than Jin Ling. He is probably from a business family and has been accustomed to dealing with all kinds of people since childhood.

Pah... Yun Xiao opened the folding fan in his hand and shook it lightly regardless of the season: "Miss Qingchen, you are too polite. It's getting late. Yun Xiao will not disturb Miss Qingchen to rest."

Yun Xiao turned around and got on the carriage. The moment he stepped on the carriage, Yun Xiao seemed to have thought of something and turned to Feng Qingchen and said, "By the way, Miss Qingchen, the patient you treated today has a good relationship with Mr. Yuan Xi."

After saying this, Yun Xiao turned around and got on the carriage, not caring whether Feng Qingchen understood or not.

Feng Qingchen stood at the door for a while until Yun Xiao's carriage drove away, then turned around and went back to the mansion. As soon as she arrived at the room, Feng Qingchen went to the study.

It is called a study, but for Feng Qingchen it is a small medical room. Apart from the books on the shelves, every corner of the study is filled with medicine and tools.

Although smart medical kits are good, there will always be times when it is inconvenient to take out some inconspicuous items.

As soon as she arrived at the study, Feng Qingchen ordered no one to disturb her. She wanted to test Hao Ting's blood in the study. She suspected that Hao Ting's illness was not simple.

Before the examination, Feng Qingchen first looked at the diagnosis results of the smart medical kit. As she expected, the smart medical kit detected that Hao Ting had a blood disease and the specific symptoms needed further testing.

Feng Qingchen activated the smart medical kit, called up the testing equipment, and began to test Hao Ting's blood. Feng Qingchen was extremely grateful that she had visited all departments before, and testing blood was not difficult for her, and she did not need help from colleagues in the testing department.

After repeated tests and comparisons, Feng Qingchen had to tell himself to face the facts.

"Leukemia, it's actually leukemia. Nanling Jinfan, you really think highly of me. You actually gave me such a patient. You really are... Let alone one fifteen-day period, even if it takes another three fifteen-day periods, I'm not sure I can cure the patient."

Feng Qingchen turned off the smart medical kit irritably, rubbed his sore neck, and found that it was dark outside. Feng Qingchen rubbed his eyebrows again, forced himself to be alert and walked out.

Well, eat and sleep. Anyway, she doesn't care about the outcome of the medical skills competition. As for Hao Ting's illness, the same old saying applies: do your best and leave the rest to fate. If Hao Ting is willing, she will do her best to treat him.

After finishing dinner, Feng Qingchen took a bath and rested. Maybe he was too tired, or maybe he had no psychological burden, Feng Qingchen slept well all night. When she woke up the next day, Feng Qingchen went to the Imperial Hospital to see Hao Ting as agreed in the competition.

Hao Ting was a very smart and considerate person. If Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, he wouldn't ask. Because the imperial physician and Dong Ling Ziluo were watching over the treatment, Feng Qingchen couldn't do much. He left some medicine and told Hao Ting, "I'm a doctor. Trust me. I will do my best to treat you, but the prerequisite is that you don't give up on yourself."

"Don't give up on yourself?" Hao Ting was stunned. His family had given up on him, and he had also given up on himself. Now someone told him not to give up on himself, but was it still too late?

Harting was at a loss!

"Yes, don't give up on yourself. As long as you don't give up on yourself, I won't give up on you." Feng Qingchen packed up his things and nodded to Dong Ling Ziluo and the accompanying imperial physician, indicating that he had completed today's work.

The three of them left. Dong Ling Ziluo insisted on staying by Feng Qingchen's side. He didn't say a word along the way. He walked silently in front of Feng Qingchen, half a step faster than her, as if he was helping her.

Feng Qingchen ignored Dong Ling Ziluo's presence and walked out of the palace. But when Feng Qingchen was about to get on the carriage, Dong Ling Ziluo suddenly said, "Qingchen, can we be friends?"

"Friend? I'm afraid not." Feng Qingchen refused without thinking.

"Why?"

"No reason. His Royal Highness Prince Luo's status is too high. Qingchen can't reach him. If there is nothing else, Qingchen will go first." Feng Qingchen interrupted coldly and climbed directly into the carriage.

Dong Ling Zi Luo was anxious and reached out to pull him: "Qing Chen, you can be friends with the Ninth Prince and Wang Jinling, why can't you be friends with me?"

Feng Qingchen tried to shake off Dong Ling Ziluo's hand, but unfortunately failed: "Your Highness Prince Luo, please respect yourself. If Your Highness Prince Luo wants to ask about the Ninth Uncle, I'm sorry, Qingchen doesn't know, even if a friend asks."

Feng Qingchen deliberately emphasized the word "friend" and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"Qingchen, it's not what you think." Dong Ling Ziluo hurried to explain. He had never thought of getting close to Feng Qingchen to find out about the Ninth Uncle.

"It's not the best as I thought. Your Highness Prince Luo, please let go. I am a doctor and I rely on these hands to make a living." If it weren't in the palace, Feng Qingchen would definitely raise a scalpel and threaten Dong Ling Zi Luo to let go.

Dong Ling Zi Luo frowned, let go of Feng Qing Chen's hand, and said coldly: "Qing Chen, I have no intention of hurting you. I just want to start over with you."

Dong Ling Zi Luo's words were sincere, but Feng Qing Chen didn't believe them at all: "Your Highness Prince Luo, what you said is not true. There is no such thing as a fresh start between us. If you have nothing else to do, please spend more time with Princess Anping. Princess Anping will marry far away in Beiling in three months."

Feng Qingchen reminded Dong Lingling Ziluo that there was only hatred between them and there was nothing they could start over. Princess Anping would marry far away as a marriage alliance, and anyone with a brain would know that she had something to do with it.

Sure enough, Dong Ling Zi Luo's expression changed and he no longer insisted.

Feng Qingchen got on the carriage and signaled the driver to go. After going out of the north gate, Feng Qingchen did not go home, but walked towards the Sun Mansion.

Feng Qingchen wanted to know if Chinese medicine had any prescriptions that could cure or alleviate leukemia. Besides, she hadn't seen Sun Zhengdao and Sun Sixing for a long time. Before the medical competition was decided, she was not busy and could get together with old friends. Relationships needed to be maintained.

But what surprised Feng Qingchen was that when he arrived at the Sun Mansion, he only saw the depressed housekeeper and the deserted and dilapidated Sun Mansion.

"What happened?" Feng Qingchen lifted her skirt and rushed in, feeling uneasy. All kinds of terrible thoughts flashed through her mind, and her hands and feet were cold...

She had seen through life, aging, illness and death, but she was afraid that people she knew and loved would die in front of her. She would never forget the scene of the director's mother dying on the operating table, and she was the surgeon in charge at the time...