690 Remedies, All Efforts Abandoned

The snow has stopped!

The heavy snow that had fallen for fifteen days finally stopped. The people did not participate in the heaven sacrifice in the palace, and they didn't even know about it, but they still instinctively cheered, were happy, and jumped for joy when the snow stopped.

When the snow stopped, they would have a way to survive.

Feng Qingchen waited for Su Wenqing for an hour in the mansion in the morning, but no one from the Su mansion came to find her. She knew that Lan Jiuqing was not seriously injured and was more likely to wake up.

It is impossible for a doctor to have only one patient, and it is impossible for her to focus all her attention on one patient. After making sure that everything was correct, she told the doorman that if anyone wanted to see her, they should send them to the free clinic.

Feng Qingchen carried the medicine box and went out to the free clinic. Of course, Xuan Shaoqi was not with her today. Xuan Shaoqi still insisted on not going back to Xuanxiao Palace, but he was busy. From the looks of it, he seemed to be preparing for a fight with the Ninth Uncle.

Feng Qingchen didn't know whether such an outcome was good or bad, but Xuan Shaoqi was too stubborn. No matter how she persuaded him, he remained unmoved. Feng Qingchen had no choice but to focus her attention on the free clinic.

After more than ten days of free clinics, her medical ethics score has risen to more than 600 points. If for no other reason, she would go to the free clinics just for the sake of this medical ethics.

But as soon as I walked into the free clinic, I found...

"Hey, the snow has stopped."

The snow that was falling just now suddenly stopped, just like a movie that suddenly stops halfway through, causing Feng Qingchen to be dazed for a moment. The snow stopped in a very strange way, just like it was snowing at the beginning.

As soon as she went out, it started snowing!

"What? The snow has stopped?" Feng Qingchen's voice was quite loud, so many people heard it. Those who were queuing for porridge looked up and saw: "The snow has really stopped."

People in the free clinic also came out, stretched out their hands to hold the snow, looked up at the sky, and then jumped for joy: "It really stopped snowing, it really stopped snowing, it stopped snowing, it stopped snowing, it's great, it's great."

Happiness is contagious. Because of this sentence, more and more victims came out. They were wearing thin clothes and jumped and danced in the snow regardless of the cold.

The simplest happiness and the purest smile are the most touching.

Feng Qingchen was not angry when she was pushed into a corner by the crowd. She just stood aside and watched the scene with admiration. She was so fascinated that she didn't even notice Sun Sixing coming to her side.

"Master, you are such a lucky star. The snow stopped as soon as you arrived." Sun Sixing's smile was a little shy, as if he was not very good at praising people, and his voice was not loud.

Feng Qingchen smiled and turned around, resisting the urge to punch Sun Sixing in the head: "What does this have to do with Master? If it rains, my mother will get married. If God says it's going to snow, it snows. If God wants to stop, he can stop. I'm not a lucky star."

This is not the modern era, where we can use high technology to make artificial rain and snow. The laws of nature cannot be changed or controlled by anyone. Feng Qingchen is not interested in those artificial things, as they completely destroy the laws of nature.

"Who said it wasn't? I remember it was snowing when the young lady went out. Now the snow stopped as the young lady came back home. The young lady is a lucky star. I think the snow is falling for her." Chunhui also smiled and came forward, jokingly.

The snow stopped, everyone was happy, and there were no more taboos in their words.

"You girl, what nonsense are you talking about? You make me sound like a monster. It was just a coincidence, do you understand? If God sent this snow for me, it must have snowed for too long. I don't want to be a sinner." In order to stop teasing Sun Sixing, Feng Qingchen directly knocked Chun Hui on the head.

She knew that the girl was joking, but some jokes could not be told. If someone heard it, who knew how they would interpret it.

Chun Hui was also smart. She stuck out her tongue and apologized politely: "I know I was wrong. I was happy at the moment and said the wrong thing." Seeing that Feng Qingchen still had a cold face, Chun Hui was also smart. She winked at Sun Sixing and asked him to help plead for mercy.

Sun Sixing was soft-hearted. When he saw Chun Hui's pitiful appearance, he said, "Master, don't bother with Chun Hui. She said something wrong. We will punish her by making her go back to shovel snow today."

The master and his two servants were laughing and joking, and did not notice that there was a weak young man among the victims. Although he was dressed thinly, he was clean and tidy, and his eyes were clear and bright. If Feng Qingchen saw him, he would definitely find that this young man was different from ordinary victims.

This young man has a pair of hands that can hold a pen and has the ability to write legends.

Although the snow had stopped, the disaster relief work still needed to be done. After Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing had finished laughing and joking, they continued to work in the free clinic.

After more than ten days of hard work, and with the addition of some strengthening herbs to the porridge prepared by Su Wenqing and his team, the number of patients decreased, and the few with stubborn illnesses were able to get out of bed.

Because the snow had stopped, everyone's spirits were high. They were all energetic and looked not sick at all. Seeing this, Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing tactfully went back early, leaving the free clinic to them.

There was no other way. With them around, the disaster victims would feel restrained and unable to laugh quickly. It was a rare opportunity for the two of them to go back early and they wanted to have a good rest. However, as soon as they got off the carriage, the doorman announced that Su Wenqing was looking for them.

Eh? Could it be that Lan Jiuqing is in trouble? Probably not. If Lan Jiuqing is in trouble, Su Wenqing should go to the free clinic to find her.

Feng Qingchen's face darkened, and he walked in quickly. Before leaving, he reminded Sun Sixing, "Sixing, if you are not busy, go check on Master Cui. If there is no problem, let him go home and recuperate. Don't occupy my ward."

"Yes, Master." Hearing that Cui Haoting was finally leaving, Sun Sixing did not hide his happiness. Feng Qingchen saw it but did not remind Sun Sixing, and it was useless to remind him.

This little medical idiot directly expressed his dissatisfaction with Cui Haoting, and kept apologizing, saying that he shouldn't bring personal emotions to work. Feng Qingchen was almost angry to death. Is this an apology? This is clearly another expression of dissatisfaction with Cui Haoting, making Cui Haoting embarrassed to stay any longer.

Fortunately, Mr. Yuan Xi and Cui Haoting are both eccentric people. The more Sun Sixing is like this, the more they appreciate him. Judging from what Mr. Yuan Xi and Cui Haoting mean, the two of them are willing to take care of Sun Sixing to the best of their ability.

And this made Feng Qingchen satisfied.

After hurriedly taking off his white coat and washing his hands, Feng Qingchen went straight to the hall carrying the medicine box: "Wenqing, have you been here for a long time? Why don't you go to the free clinic? Fortunately, I came early today. You know, I am usually in the free clinic at this time."

Feng Qingchen didn't feel comfortable asking Su Wenqing in person whether Lan Jiuqing had something wrong, so she asked metaphorically.

"It's not a very urgent matter, so I didn't bother you." Su Wenqing stood up and returned to his gentlemanly businessman appearance. There was no sign of his previous manic look.

Just take your time.

Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea beside him and took a sip.

Red date tea is just right for this season. After quenching his thirst, Feng Qingchen put down the teacup and saw that Su Wenqing looked unhappy. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened?"

Lan Jiuqing is fine now, what else could make Su Wenqing so worried? Feng Qingchen was puzzled.

Seeing Feng Qingchen like this, Su Wenqing knew that she didn't know about the emperor's offering sacrifice to heaven: "Qingchen, do you know what happened in the palace today?"

Like Nanling Jinfan and Xiling Tianlei, Su Wenqing was also very unhappy. The emperor's move was too shameless. Not only did he pick peaches halfway, he also dug up the peach trees together. It was too much.

"What happened in the palace? It's related to the Ninth Prince." Feng Qingchen quickly sat up straight with a serious look on his face.

They had gone to so much trouble to rescue the Ninth Prince, he wouldn't be in trouble again, right? If so... Feng Qingchen felt like banging his head against the wall.

"It has nothing to do with the Ninth Uncle. It's the Emperor. The Emperor did not attend the morning court today. Instead, he offered sacrifices to the heavens at the altar and prayed for the snow to stop."

Praying to the heavens for the snow to stop? Feng Qingchen thought about the sudden stop of snow in the morning. His eyes widened little by little and he said in surprise: "Don't tell me that the snow stopped as soon as the emperor offered sacrifices to the heavens?" If so, it would be amazing... The emperor is amazing!

Su Wenqing nodded heavily: "It's just as you thought. As soon as the emperor finished offering sacrifices to the heaven, the snow stopped. Everyone said that the emperor's sincerity moved the heaven."

The emperor's image suddenly became more majestic, and no one mentioned the incident of the mysterious man's disaster relief.

"No way, it's so magical that it can accurately predict the time when the snow will stop. It's more useful than the weather forecast." Feng Qingchen said to himself, and the last sentence was even more vague. Su Wenqing didn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "Qingchen, what did you say?"

"Ah...I say, do you know who did this?" Who is so capable that he can accurately calculate the time when the snow will stop?

Unfortunately, the smart medical kit does not have a weather forecast function, otherwise she would like to try whether high technology is more effective or manual calculation is more effective.

"The man you brought, Fu Lin." This was the reason why Su Wenqing came to find Feng Qingchen. Jiuqing said to tell Feng Qingchen in advance so that she wouldn't be unable to accept it if she knew it suddenly.

Can……

Feng Qingchen couldn't accept it now, and his eyes dimmed instantly: "Fu Lin? How could it be him?" Then he nodded in relief: "I forgot that he is the descendant of Fu, and he really has some tricks."

Feng Qingchen thought about Zhai Dongming's reminder that Fu Lin's motives were indeed not pure. He thought he could rest assured by locking him up in jail, but he didn't expect...

While they were busy, Fu Lin took advantage of the opportunity.

"It is said that he is a descendant of the temple and knows everything about astronomy and geography." This was the news spread by the Ninth Prince, and Su Wenqing recited it verbatim.

Feng Qingchen had known this before, but she had not expected that Fu Lin had such great ambitions. She originally thought that Fu Lin wanted to get close to the Ninth Prince, but now it seems that he has higher visions and he wants to cling directly to the Emperor.

Sigh... Feng Qingchen sighed. She was the one who brought Fu Lin here, so she would blame herself to some extent, especially since Fu Lin's actions had directly disrupted their plans and made them lose all their efforts...

All the efforts made before have become in vain, and all the investments cannot be recovered!

However, the only thing to be thankful for is...