534 On the tip of the knife, Feng Qingchen is even more ruthless to himself
As if they had agreed, the moment Feng Qing turned around, the Ninth Prince also raised his head, their eyes intertwined, with indescribable tenderness and affection, and there was no one else in their eyes except each other...
In this situation, no one would believe it if someone said that there was nothing going on between them. Thinking of the rumors circulating in the market, Yun Xiao and Cui Haoting smiled at each other. They both already had an idea in their hearts.
There is no smoke without fire. The rumor might be true. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen have a special relationship.
Su Wan lowered her head, hiding the resentment and murderous intent in her eyes.
Feng Qingchen, everything you have now is mine, and I will definitely take it back.
The hand hidden in the sleeve was clenched into a fist, the nails dug into the palm, the palm was wet, but Su Wan did not feel any pain, because her heart was more painful than the injury.
Feng Qingchen, an orphan, actually won the favor of the Ninth Prince, while she, the legitimate daughter of the Su family, was abandoned by the family and sold like a commodity. She was unwilling to accept this!
Ahem…
Zhai Dongming spoke unhappily, interrupting the "affectionate gaze" between the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen.
This is too much. There are so many of them here, but the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen treat them as if they were air and ignore them completely.
Zhai Dongming gritted his teeth, and his eyes swept back and forth between Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince, clearly wanting to laugh at the two of them. He didn't believe that these two people would not be shy, but...
To Zhai Dongming's disappointment, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen looked away naturally as if nothing had happened. Feng Qingchen was even more generous. She smiled at Zhai Dongming, took out a large scalpel from her calf, turned around and said to City Lord Ye: "City Lord Ye, those hidden weapons are of great significance to me. Please allow me to take them back."
After saying this, Feng Qingchen walked forward and squatted beside the corpse, regardless of whether City Lord Ye agreed or not.
"Feng Qingchen, what are you going to do? You are disrespecting the dead." City Lord Ye stood up and wanted to stop Feng Qingchen's behavior.
He had seen the power of Feng Qingchen's hidden weapon and was planning to keep some to study and see if he could copy it. How could he let Feng Qingchen take it away? But as soon as City Lord Ye stood up, several large swords appeared in front of him, blocking his way.
Before, the Ninth Prince threatened Feng Qingchen just as he had threatened him.
If you have soldiers under your command, you have the capital to be the boss.
"Ninth Uncle, what do you mean by this?" City Lord Ye was extremely angry, but the situation was no match for him, so he had to sit back.
“City Lord Ye, please be patient. If people die in my Dongling, I will naturally be responsible. However, I will be responsible if one person dies, and I will also be responsible if ten, a hundred, or a thousand people die. I don’t mind killing a few more.” The Ninth Prince was threatening City Lord Ye. If he dared to move, he would kill all the people he brought with him.
Feng Qingchen was just about to dig out the bullet when he heard what the Ninth Prince said and chuckled.
Every evildoer will be punished by his own evil. Anyone who dares to bully her must be tired of living.
"Puff..." The scalpel was inserted into the wound neatly. Feng Qingchen moved his wrist, and with a bang, the bullet jumped out. Not a drop of blood flowed out of the wound, and the wound was almost invisible.
What a precise technique.
There was a flash of surprise in Cui Haoting's eyes, and there was something else in the look he gave Feng Qingchen.
Before, he only had 30% hope that Feng Qingchen could cure his illness. Anyway, he was dying, so he might as well give it a try. Now he was 50% sure. An expert could tell whether the cure was successful with just one move. Feng Qingchen's action of digging out the hidden weapon was done in one go, smoothly and seemingly without any method. However, Cui Haoting understood that Feng Qingchen's technique was clever, and her knife avoided blood vessels and secondary injuries.
Treating a corpse so kindly was not out of respect or caution, but a habit. Feng Qingchen was very familiar with the human body, and she must have done the action of cutting thousands of times, so she was so skilled that she could find the exact position she wanted to cut with just one move, and without any error.
Not surprisingly, Yun Xiao's eyes flickered because of Feng Qingchen's actions. As the saying goes, "Experience makes a good doctor." Cui Haoting and Yun Xiao are not laymen. As soon as Feng Qingchen makes a move, they can understand whether Feng Qingchen is worth their attention.
Feng Qingchen's technique was skillful and his movements were quick. All eleven bullets were dug out. Feng Qingchen pulled out a piece of white cloth, picked up the bullets through the cloth, and wiped them clean one by one.
Everyone did not urge her, just waited for Feng Qingchen to do it slowly, wanting to see what tricks she had up her sleeve.
Without disappointing everyone, when the last bullet was wiped clean, Feng Qingchen stood up and played with the scalpel. Suddenly, Feng Qingchen moved his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at his chest.
What is Feng Qingchen going to do?
At this moment, let alone others, even the Ninth Prince didn’t understand, but he believed in Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen would never joke about his own life.
"City Lord Ye, how many days do you think it will take for me to heal if I stab myself in the chest?" Feng Qingchen smiled sweetly, but City Lord Ye and Su Wan felt that Feng Qingchen's smile was like that of a devil.
“Feng Qingchen, don’t do anything rash.” City Lord Ye was startled. Compared to the Ninth Uncle, City Lord Ye was more worried about Feng Qingchen getting hurt.
Feng Qingchen was injured, who would go to treat his son? Before, he ordered people to capture Feng Qingchen on the premise that Feng Qingchen would not be hurt and would not affect Feng Qingchen's ability to save people.
"Don't worry, City Lord Ye, Qingchen won't do anything reckless. Qingchen is a doctor and knows the human body very well. When he stabs the patient with the knife, Qingchen can ensure that no bones will be broken and no hidden dangers will be left, but Qingchen can be bedridden for half a month." In half a month, Ye Ye would have been dead.
City Lord Ye, don't blame me for being cruel. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being shameless. You pin all kinds of charges on me without even considering that you have a favor to ask of me.
"Feng Qingchen, put down the knife, we can talk it out." City Lord Ye was indeed frightened by Feng Qingchen's action and hurried to comfort Feng Qingchen, fearing that Feng Qingchen would stab her in a fit of impulse. He didn't care about Feng Qingchen's life or death, but he cared about his son's life and death.
"City Lord Ye, there is nothing to talk about between us." If the atmosphere wasn't wrong, Feng Qingchen really wanted to laugh.
This scene is like a police officer persuading someone to commit suicide, but unfortunately she is not a suicidal person due to a mental breakdown.
Feng Qingchen's knife tip was always pointed at himself. He took graceful steps, with the knife tip still pointing at his chest. The distance and position did not change at all.
Everyone's eyes were on Feng Qingchen's knife, fearing that she might accidentally stab him, or accidentally hurt herself if she lost balance.
Everyone present was worried about her, even the Ninth Prince blamed her implicitly. With him around, Feng Qingchen had no need to take any risks.
Feng Qingchen looked indifferent, not caring at all, as if the knife was not against his heart. He walked straight to his seat and sat down.
Feng Qingchen was cruel, and she was even crueler to herself. Even when she pointed a knife at herself, she could remain calm and smile, as if the tip of the knife was not pointed at herself.
Such a woman is terribly tough. If you want to be an enemy of such a woman, you must hit her with one blow. If you cannot destroy her in one blow, don't provoke her lightly. Provoking her is a trouble in itself.