910 Save your life, but your legs will not be saved

Feng Qingchen was not very willing to treat Fu Lin in the first place, and he became even more annoyed when he was forced by the imperial doctors.

It turned out that these people didn't want her to heal Fu Lin's leg injury, but to make her a scapegoat and take the blame for the imperial doctors.

Seeing the expressions of the imperial doctors, Feng Qingchen was certain that this time it was not the Ninth Prince who betrayed her, but she was pushed out by these imperial doctors as a scapegoat.

Feng Qingchen said to everyone with a fake smile: "Thank you all for your kindness. Qingchen will definitely live up to your high expectations. I wonder which senior can tell Qingchen about Master Fu's situation."

"We are not good at external injuries. Please ask Miss Feng to check Lord Fu's condition personally to avoid any omissions that will affect Miss Feng's treatment." No matter how the imperial doctors fought among themselves, this group was absolutely united against the outside world. Facing Feng Qingchen's attack, their defense was flawless and they were determined to get themselves out.

"Doctor Liang is right. We will not disturb Miss Feng. We know that Miss Feng does not like outsiders to be around when she is treating patients. We will leave now." An old man in white came out, said a few polite words, and led the way out, looking as if someone was chasing him away.

"If Imperial Physician Tan hadn't mentioned it, we would have forgotten about it. Miss Feng, we won't disturb you anymore. We'll be waiting in the next room. If you need anything, please send the boy in the pharmacy to call her." Imperial Physician Liang smiled kindly. People who didn't know him would have thought he was promoting the younger generation.

Feng Qingchen said nothing, but nodded to the two imperial physicians Liang and Tan, as if she didn't care about everyone pushing her out.

With two imperial physicians taking the lead and Feng Qingchen not breaking up with them, the others would certainly not stay long. Two-thirds of the dozens of imperial physicians in the room left in an instant. They didn't want this to happen, but compared with their lives and property, they naturally chose to keep Feng Qingchen.

The remaining three who had not left looked at Feng Qingchen intently, with struggle and worry in their eyes, but they still stood firmly where they were. These three people stood in the corner, and if everyone had not left, Feng Qingchen would not have been able to see them.

"Aren't you going out?" Feng Qingchen put the medicine box beside Fu Lin's bed and dragged a chair over to make it convenient to put the equipment.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded firmly: "We won't leave, we are doctors."

"Do you have the ability to save Lord Fu?" Feng Qingchen paused, looked up at the three people, a sneer flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, she did not admire these three people. Sometimes courage and justice alone are not enough without ability, and justice cannot be eaten.

"No." The three of them lowered their heads and stared at the tip of the shoes.

As expected, Feng Qingchen opened the medicine box with a snap, and quickly took out the medicines she was going to use one by one. After she had picked up the things, put on her white coat, hung up her mask, and tied her hair, she was in the mood to say to the three people: "Since you don't have the ability to save Master Fu, then get out. Why are you staying here? Are you waiting to die?"

"We can't leave Miss Feng here alone, let's go together." A man in gray clothes, about thirty years old, clenched his fist and said, looking like a messenger of justice.

Feng Qingchen sneered: "What can you do if you stay? If I can save Master Fu, it doesn't matter whether you stay or not. The credit will definitely go to your Imperial Hospital. As for how much credit will go to you, it depends on your ability. If I can't save Master Fu, the three of you will just die in vain."

"We are not doing this for any credit. We just cannot bear to see those people pushing you out to take the blame. We cannot bear to watch you face death alone." The man on the left also spoke righteously, with a scholar's spirit in his eyes.

Feng Qingchen would rather deal with the group of old foxes outside than deal with these fools. Feng Qingchen can still guess what those people outside are thinking, but can she guess what the three people in front of her are thinking?

They were too straightforward, or maybe they had read too many books on sages and became stupid. Feng Qingchen had never been such a person, so she could not understand the behavior of these three people, nor could she feel the justice of these three people. She only knew that it was very tiring to deal with such people who could only talk but not do, and who did not take their lives seriously, so...

"You guys go out. If anything happens to Lord Fu, it has nothing to do with you." Feng Qingchen pointed at the door and drove them away rudely.

The three young doctors' faces flushed and they shook their heads firmly, "How can we do this? We can't leave you alone. Sir Fu was treated by several of us doctors. If something goes wrong, we should all be held responsible. How can we let you bear the responsibility alone?"

"But what can you do by staying here? You can't help me, and staying here will only get in the way. If you want to share the responsibility, then that's even more unnecessary. A doctor is a lifesaver for a patient. The fewer people who die, the better. If something really happens to Master Fu, my death will be enough. Why drag others into it?"

It's not that she is selfless, she is selfish.

But such a selfish remark made the three young scholars lower their heads in shame: "Miss Feng, you are right, doctors are very important to patients, we can't talk about life and death lightly, Miss Feng, we are not as good as you."

This group of people have been in the Imperial Hospital for a long time, and they have always been thinking about how to shirk responsibility and how to drag more people into the water. They have never thought that if one person takes responsibility, others can survive.

It only requires one person to die, why does it need three or five to die?

"I am cold-blooded and ruthless. What do you want to do to me? Get out. Lord Fu's injury cannot be delayed any longer." Feng Qingchen waved his hand with an impatient look on his face.

The three of them looked at each other, exchanged glances, nodded helplessly, and retreated silently.

It takes courage to accompany someone to die, and the other person also needs to appreciate it. Once the other person does not appreciate it, and their courage is gone, then they will not be able to hold on. After all, no one is not afraid of death.

Creak... The door opened, the three people went out, and the door closed again. Feng Qingchen looked at the door opening and closing and laughed silently.

No idiot would willingly accompany a stranger to death, and these three people are no exception. The reason they stayed was only because they couldn't get over the hurdle in their hearts.

She gave them an excellent step and removed the obstacles in their hearts. It would be stupid to stay.

Of course, not everyone is like this. If it were Sun Sixing, he would stay even if he died. But Sun Sixing would not stay to stand there and wait for death, but would step forward to help her.

One person's plan is short, while two people's plan is long. Sun Sixing will stay and help her to find a solution. That silly little doctor is not an old stubborn person who doesn't know how to turn around. Sun Sixing is just silly in a cute way.

Thinking of Sun Sixing, Feng Qingchen's mood improved a lot, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She turned around and suddenly met Fu Lin's open eyes. Feng Qingchen was startled and the smile on her face froze.

When he calmed down, he said calmly, "Master Fu, scaring others can scare them to death."

"You are so brave, yet you can be scared?" Fu Lin spoke weakly, his dark eyes no longer had the luster of the past. He looked at Feng Qingchen with dull eyes.

It seems that he has suffered a great deal this time.

"I'm very timid." Feng Qingchen did not take back the smile on his face. He walked to the bed calmly. Under Fu Lin's gaze, he hung up the mask, put on the gloves, took out the transparent glass bottle, smashed it, took out the syringe and drew out the medicine inside.

Fu Lin looked at Feng Qingchen without blinking, engraving every move of Feng Qingchen in his mind. He watched Feng Qingchen draw the medicine from the small bottle and inject it into the big bottle, repeating the same action.

"What are you doing?" Fu Lin finally couldn't help but asked.

"Save you." Feng Qingchen's voice was not so clear through the mask.

"I thought you wanted to kill me." Fu Lin lowered his eyes slightly, his eyes fell on his injured leg, with a hint of meaning.

Huh?

Feng Qingchen did not change his movement of drawing the medicine, but he was shocked in his heart. Seeing Fu Lin like this, it seemed that he didn't know that she was the one who hurt him. Could it be that Jiuqing hid her and took the blame alone?

Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a very gloomy tone, "We have known each other for a while, and we are friends. How could I possibly want your life?"

In fact, Feng Qingchen really had no intention of taking Fu Lin's life. The medicine coated on the bullet would definitely not take Fu Lin's life, otherwise she would not have made such a promise in front of the emperor.

However, to Fu Lin's ears, these words now seemed to be saying that Fu Lin's injury had nothing to do with her.

Fu Lin was not sure whether Feng Qingchen knew about this, so he tried again: "My wound, I don't know if you have seen it, it is the same as City Lord Ye's wound."

Fu Lin panted as he spoke, his curved eyelashes trembling, making people feel sorry for him.

Unfortunately, he met the cold-hearted Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen didn't feel anything at all. He took out the hook for hanging the drip bottle, hung the medicine bottle on the bed beam, took out the transparent tube and connected it.

After flicking the tube to make sure the medicine could flow out smoothly, Feng Qingchen looked at Fu Lin and said softly, "I didn't see City Lord Ye's wound. As for your wound, I'm afraid I can't see it now even if I want to. You are people who do great things, but I just want to live in peace in a corner. If others don't offend me, I won't offend others. If someone offends me, I will return it double."

Without waiting for Fu Lin to answer, Feng Qingchen took a cotton swab, dipped it in a little medicine, rubbed it lightly on Fu Lin's arm twice, and then inserted the needle.

"Ah..." The pain from the needle and the cold air entering his body made Fu Lin resist instinctively. He was about to struggle but was held down by Feng Qingchen: "Don't move if you don't want to die."

If it was normal, Feng Qingchen would definitely not be able to hold Fu Lin down, but at this time Fu Lin was weak, and under Feng Qingchen's coercion, he had no power to resist at all, so he could only obey, raised his head and asked: "Are you really going to save me?"

Fu Lin looked at Feng Qingchen with suspicion...