481 The Cui Family Gets Into Trouble

After wiping away the tears, Feng Qingchen is still Feng Qingchen, proud yet restrained, arrogant yet cautious. Her eyes washed by tears are brighter, and there is only anticipation for the future in her eyes, without regrets or decadence.

Feng Qingchen never regrets anything he has done, nor will he show his cowardly side to others.

Feng Qingchen returned to the study and opened the small wooden box sent by Concubine Xie. There was only a small piece of paper in it. After reading it, Feng Qingchen did not speak for a long time.

Crumpling the paper in his hand, Feng Qingchen looked towards the roof silently: "Cui Haoting, Third Prince, you are really giving me face by finding a member of the Cui family. Do you really want me to die?"

The Cui family, the number one family in the previous dynasty, has now retired. But even so, the Cui family is not something that Feng Qingchen would offend. If she could cure Cui Haoting's illness, it would be fine, but if he died after her treatment, she estimated that death would not be far away.

Cui Haoting's illness has lasted for so long that, to be honest, it is easier to kill him than to keep him alive.

"Should I treat it or not? It's not easy to treat leukemia. If it's not treated properly, it will cause various complications. Cui Haoting's condition is not optimistic. If he wants to be treated, he must arrange a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. I don't even have an operating room now. How can I do a good bone marrow transplant?"

"But if I don't treat him, how can I be worthy of my profession? This is a matter of ethics. I can't refuse to treat my own patient just because of his identity. Feng Qingchen, don't forget, no matter who Cui Haoting is, he is your patient now, a person who has entrusted his life to you. You can't refuse to treat him just because he has a good family background.

What about the conditions for treatment? How can I create the conditions? An operating room? That’s easy, but where can I find a successful bone marrow donor? I want to treat a patient, why is it so difficult?”

Feng Qingchen lay on the table, his shoulders drooping weakly, his head hanging, and spoke weakly.

When Sun Sixing heard the maid say that Feng Qingchen was in a bad mood, he wanted to come and persuade her. When he arrived at the study door, he didn't want to disturb Feng Qingchen, so he wandered outside the door.

Feng Qingchen's voice was not loud, and he heard some of what he said intermittently, but he didn't quite understand what was going on, such as matching and donation. However, he heard and understood Feng Qingchen's last sentence: How can it be so difficult to cure a patient?

Sun Sixing did not hesitate any longer and knocked on the door of Feng Qingchen's study. Although Feng Qingchen had forced him to move in with them in the tone of a master during the day, Feng Qingchen never acted like a master in front of Sun Sixing. Sun Sixing respected Feng Qingchen, but he could not act like a junior to a woman younger than himself.

The two of them talked to each other in a tone of peers, discussing medical skills, life, ideals, Cui Haoting's illness, and Cui Haoting's identity.

When Sun Sixing learned of Cui Haoting's identity, he also understood Feng Qingchen's hesitation. Sun Sixing did not persuade Feng Qingchen with pure kindness, but said: "Master, no matter what decision you make, I support you."

Only then did Feng Qingchen understand that her disciple had grown up.

A doctor cannot be always kind and benevolent. Being too soft-hearted will only hurt himself.

"If I give up treating Cui Haoting, won't you think I'm cold-blooded?" After talking about pathology with Sun Sixing for most of the night, Feng Qingchen felt much better.

Sure enough, only work can soothe her wounded heart.

"No, my father told me that doctors are human beings, not gods. Don't waste medicinal materials for patients who cannot be cured. There are many people in this world who need medicinal materials. Besides, there is not only one doctor in the world. Patients can choose doctors, and doctors can also choose patients. The patient you are not sure you can cure may be cured by other doctors." Sun Sixing said seriously.

Feng Qingchen nodded. This was exactly what Sun Zhengdao would say. Sun Zhengdao was not a cunning person. It seemed that his sudden disappearance must have been something he had prepared for. She didn't need to worry too much.

"Your father is right, Sixing, in the future when you meet a patient, save him if you can, and don't force it if you can't. Birth, aging, sickness and death are things we cannot control." She never wanted to raise Sun Sixing to be a person who would be soft-hearted when seeing the elderly, the weak and the disabled, and would just go up to be a "good" doctor when seeing a patient.

Protect yourself first, heal yourself first, then you can heal others and the world.

If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world.

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After discussing the illness with Sun Sixing for a whole night and secretly learning a few prescriptions for treating leukemia from him, Feng Qingchen was in a good mood. Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Qingchen prepared to go back to his room. As soon as he opened the door, Feng Qingchen sensitively discovered that something was wrong in the room. He was frightened and wanted to leave, but it was too late.

"Miss Feng, if I were you, I would close the door obediently." A cold sword was placed across Feng Qingchen's neck. With just a little force, Feng Qingchen's head and body would be separated.

In this situation, what else could Feng Qingchen do? She could only do as she was told, keeping her neck stiff and not daring to move. She carefully closed the door and cursed in her heart that the guards sent by Zhai Dongming were incompetent and had not even noticed an assassin sneaking in.

"Who are you and what do you want from Qingchen?" He called out her name. It was definitely not a wrong door. The other party came for her.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I'm here to remind you today to mind your own business. There are some people you can't mess with, Miss Feng. Don't ruin your life for a momentary win or loss." The man gave a cold warning, and Feng Qingchen could feel the other party's murderous intent.

This man will not be soft on himself.

"I don't understand what you mean, sir. Please teach me." Feng Qingchen forced himself to remain calm, put his hands behind his back, and quietly took out the pistol hidden in his sleeve.

Even with the pistol, Feng Qingchen did not move. She thought that the other party would kill her as soon as she pulled the safety, so she should just wait.

"Miss Feng is definitely a smart person who can attract the attention of all the heroes and talents in the Jiuzhou Continent. I won't say anything extra. Miss Feng only needs to remember one thing: the Jiuzhou Continent is huge, even bigger than you think. Don't think that you can call the shots just because you have someone to protect you in Dongling Imperial City.

Miss Feng, I can sneak into your boudoir quietly today, and I can take you out quietly tomorrow. It is easy to kill someone in the Kyushu Continent, and it is not difficult to live a life worse than death. If you don't want to live a life worse than death, Miss Feng, just be content and don't get involved in things that are beyond your control."

The tone of the man in black was extremely creepy, and the breath of death was pressing towards him. Feng Qingchen wanted to move, but the man in black seemed to know what was going on, and with a force, he pressed the blade towards the inside of his neck.

Feng Qingchen only heard a "puff" sound as the sword blade cut through her skin and slowly pressed inward, and warm blood flowed down her neck.

Pain... Feng Qingchen's body shrank, her pupils tightened, and the fear of being on the verge of death made her want to collapse to the ground. Feng Qingchen knew very well that the opponent's sword was definitely faster than her gun. As long as the opponent exerted force, he could cut her neck, so she compromised.

"Don't worry, sir. I won't do anything reckless. I don't care about winning or losing the competition." Feng Qingchen said quickly, enduring the pain in his neck.

She didn't know who the other person was, nor did she know his purpose, but she understood that in the face of death, nothing was unacceptable...

But she wanted to know who she had offended...