490 took the opportunity to live in the West District Courtyard

Cough cough cough…

Dong Ling Zi Luo's reasons were good, but the Ninth Prince was one step ahead. He coughed lightly, picked up the tea to moisten his throat, then stood up and glanced from the Second Prince to the Seventh Prince. Every prince avoided him silently, but Dong Ling Zi Luo did not dodge. The four looked into each other's eyes, which contained murderous intent and a strong smell of gunpowder.

Feng Qingchen held her medicine in her hands, sipping it in small sips, thinking to herself that if the censor was here, she would definitely be criticized, and if she was not the heroine, she would really laugh out loud.

This is truly a bloody story of an uncle and nephew fighting for beauty, although what these two people are fighting for is not beauty, but power.

Even if a tiger is sick, it is still a tiger. Soon, sweat broke out on Dong Ling Ziluo's forehead. He pursed his lips tightly and refused to bow his head stubbornly.

The Ninth Prince decided to stop while he was ahead. He withdrew his gaze with satisfaction and raised his head slightly with an arrogant look. Feng Qingchen curled his lips. He bullied his own nephew and still had the nerve to be so proud of himself.

The Ninth Prince did not sit back. He brushed the wrinkles on his sleeves and said in a loud voice, "Ziluo, I appreciate your kindness. However, I would like to remind you that Qingchen's injury cannot be delayed. I have invited the master of the Divine Doctor Valley to treat me and come to see Qingchen's injury. Your words have reminded me. Pass on my order. From now on, I will move into the Feng Mansion to facilitate the treatment by the master of the Divine Doctor Valley."

"What? Hiss..." Feng Qingchen jumped up, then his whole face wrinkled in pain and he quickly covered the wound.

It hurts her so much.

Ninth Uncle, you are a bad guy.

Feng Qingchen's eyes misted over and she glared at the Ninth Uncle hatefully.

"Master." Sun Sixing had been paying attention to Feng Qingchen. Normally, the bandage on Feng Qingchen's wound could not be removed yet. She deliberately used the wound to scare people and remind the princes that her appearance was damaged.

But there was someone who was quicker than Sun Sixing. The moment Feng Qingchen jumped up, the Ninth Prince turned around and hugged Feng Qingchen's waist: "Let go, let me see."

Suddenly, a big hand appeared on Feng Qingchen's waist. Feng Qingchen's body froze. Before she could say anything, she heard Sun Sixing yelling, "Master, your wound has split. Come on, help Master back to the room. It will be terrible if it gets inflamed."

Sun Sixing spoke anxiously and stretched out his hand to hug Feng Qingchen, but the Ninth Prince did not give him the chance. He secretly exerted force to push Sun Sixing away, bent down, picked up Feng Qingchen, and strode out.

"My dear nephews, I am busy today and cannot entertain you. Please do as you please." At the gate, the Ninth Prince did not forget to chase people away. When he reached the corner, he saw that Sun Sixing had not caught up yet, so he shouted again: "Sun Sixing, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and catch up."

"Oh, here he comes." Sun Sixing trotted after him. Seeing that the Ninth Prince found Feng Qingchen's boudoir with ease, Sun Sixing was furious.

Damn Ninth Uncle, this is definitely not the first time he has come to the Master’s boudoir.

Outside the hall, several princes looked at each other in bewilderment: "What is going on?"

'What's the matter? It's just that we were used by the emperor's uncle. ' Dong Ling Ziqing stood up and patted Dong Ling Ziling on the shoulder: "Royal brother, please accept my condolences. This is not the first time anyway. '

After saying that, he walked out casually.

"Alas... I don't know when I can return to my fiefdom. Ziluo, your courage is commendable, but looking at the look of the emperor's uncle, he doesn't seem to care about the wound on Feng Qingchen's neck." The second prince patted Dongling Ziluo on the shoulder, signaling him to return.

Even the six of them combined might not be a match for the Ninth Prince.

See, they were easily fooled and served as the introduction for the Ninth Prince in vain. Not only did they lead the Ninth Prince to see Feng Qingchen openly, but they also gave him the opportunity and a reason to enter the house.

It has to be said that the Ninth Prince is so shameless and black-hearted that he is unprecedented and there may not be anyone like him in the future.

In the name of facilitating the treatment by the Valley Master of the Divine Doctor Valley, and despite Feng Qingchen's objections, the Ninth Prince officially moved into the courtyard where Feng Qingchen was temporarily staying. Without Feng Qingchen's arrangement, the Ninth Prince chose the only empty room himself, which happened to be opposite Cui Haoting.

Now, the people living in the West District courtyard are either patients or doctors, and their diseases are all strange ones. This makes the master of the Divine Doctor Valley very happy. As a doctor with aspirations, his greatest hobby in life is all kinds of strange diseases.

The head of the Valley of Divine Doctors has a rule, which is that he will not treat any disease unless it is difficult or complicated. He will not treat any disease that can be cured by other doctors.

Feng Qingchen did not comment on this. In her eyes, if a patient comes to a doctor, the doctor should treat the patient. However, she also did not think that the master of the Valley of Divine Doctors was wrong. She was a doctor and treated being a doctor as a profession, while the master of the Valley of Divine Doctors was more like a medical researcher who spent his life pursuing higher medical skills.

The two people have different values ​​and outlooks on life, so of course their choices are different.

The Ninth Prince’s illness is easy to cure, as it is caused by overwork. The Lord of the Divine Doctor Valley directly threw the Ninth Prince to Sun Sixing. He was interested in Feng Qingchen’s illness and Cui Haoting’s illness.

Feng Qingchen and the master of the Valley of Divine Doctors were old acquaintances, and there was no awkwardness between them when they met again. The master of the Valley of Divine Doctors was interested in Feng Qingchen's technique of suturing blood vessels, and Feng Qingchen really needed the master of the Valley of Divine Doctors to help her remove the scar on her neck.

As a woman, there is no one who doesn't love beauty. Feng Qingchen didn't want to leave a hideous scar on her neck at all.

The old and the young reached an agreement and got along very harmoniously. Divine Doctor Gu Gu was very knowledgeable. He was not only able to accept Feng Qingchen's novel treatments, but he was also able to draw inferences about other cases. Because of the matter of Wang Jinling's eyes, the master of Divine Doctor Gu had put a lot of effort into it during this period and had gained some experience.

“In theory, it will definitely work to replace the damaged part. For example, if Prince Xiling’s calf is damaged, we can replace it with a healthy person’s calf. As long as it can heal, he will be able to walk again.” The Ninth Prince used Xiling Tianyu’s leg injury to attract the master of the Divine Doctor Valley.

When the master of the Divine Doctor Valley saw the prosthetic limb that Feng Qingchen had installed for Xiling Tianyu, his eyes lit up and he wished he could cut it off and study it carefully. Afterwards he asked Feng Qingchen if she had any more. Feng Qingchen knew that this prosthetic limb would cause trouble, so she said at once that this was the only pair of prosthetic limbs her master had left her.

The master of the Divine Doctor Valley was itching to do something, but Feng Qingchen wasn't. What else could he do? If he asked again, Feng Qingchen would say that his master was dead.

Feng Qingchen nodded repeatedly like a chick pecking at rice: "In theory, this is true, but how about in practice? Using your method, to cure Xiling Tianyu, you have to remove the legs of another healthy person. Wouldn't that make the other person disabled? What's the difference between this treatment and no treatment at all?"

This is the difference between a doctor and a medical research madman. Feng Qingchen is pragmatic and has a lot of blood on his hands, but he will never use this method of robbing Peter to pay Paul to save people.

Saving one person and hurting one person is worse than not saving anyone.

She couldn't make the same mistake again. If something like that happened again, she might never be able to hold the scalpel again...