911 amputation, I only save your life

Feng Qingchen glanced at Fu Lin and did not answer him. Instead, he lowered his head to fix the needle and adjusted the drip speed for Fu Lin.

After doing all this, Feng Qingchen said in a cold voice: "Master Fu, whether I am saving you or not, can't you use your eyes to see for yourself? If it is not to save you, why am I here? You should know that if I don't want to come, I can find countless reasons."

It is very easy for a doctor to find excuses not to see patients. The emperor must have been afraid that she was pretending to be sick or deliberately injured and unable to see patients, so he sent the Ninth Uncle to go.

"I understand." Fu Lin gave a pale smile, but his brows relaxed. He looked at Feng Qingchen with an unfathomable smile.

"What did you know?" Feng Qingchen raised his eyebrows.

"I know you will save me." Fu Lin said firmly.

Feng Qingchen nodded: "I will indeed save your life, but that's all. You should understand the injury on your foot. The wound is deeply rotten and the surrounding tissue is necrotic. It is difficult to heal it."

Feng Qingchen expressionlessly removed the bandage on Fu Lin's leg, touching here and turning it over from time to time. He was totally unlike those imperial doctors who, when seeing Fu Lin's rotten wound, would either show shock or disgust and frown. Fu Lin could not see any sign of judgment on the wound from Feng Qingchen's face or eyes.

At this time, Fu Lin acted like an ordinary patient. He stared at Feng Qingchen nervously, waiting for Feng Qingchen to draw a conclusion. Seeing Feng Qingchen staring at his wound for a long time without saying anything or showing any expression, Fu Lin became anxious and asked, "How do I treat my leg? If you need anything, just tell me. I will definitely ask people to fully cooperate with you."

Feng Qingchen paused for a moment, stopped checking the wound, looked up at Fu Lin, and announced coldly: "I didn't say your leg can be cured. I can save your life, but as for your leg, I'm sorry, I can't save it."

"What?" Fu Lin screamed, his pupils dilated suddenly, looking like he was about to kill someone.

Feng Qingchen took a step back to a safe area, ignoring Fu Lin's ferocious expression, and said again: "Master Fu, as you heard, your legs are already rotten. I am a doctor, not a god, and I cannot turn bones back to life. What I can do now is to save your life."

This was the promise she made in front of the emperor.

"Save my life. What's the point of my life if I lose my legs?" Fu Lin bit his lips until they bled. He clenched his hands into fists with blue veins bulging.

If he had a knife with him, he would grab it without hesitation, put it on Feng Qingchen's neck and force her to save her legs, but he didn't have it, so he could do nothing but look at Feng Qingchen and tell her of his persistence.

"That's your business, not mine, Master Fu. I can only save your life. You have two hours to think about it. If you want to live, I'll have to amputate your injured leg."

"No, I don't accept it. Not to mention two hours, I won't agree even if it takes two days and two nights. Amputate my legs. Feng Qingchen, do you hear me? I don't agree, I don't agree." Fu Lin grabbed the quilt with both hands, trying hard to restrain his murderous intent.

Fu Lin's muscles were stiff. Although he didn't shake the infusion bottle too hard, the blood still flowed back. Feng Qingchen frowned as he looked at the bloody red blood in the tube.

Fu Lin is in a very bad mood now, and subconsciously resists her treatment. If she continues to be so cold-blooded, Fu Lin will probably think that she is trying to cripple him on purpose.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, stepped forward and held Fu Lin's shoulders: "Fu Da, don't move, please try to relax, I am a doctor, not a butcher, I will not make a judgment without basis. You can be dissatisfied with this result, you can not accept it, but no matter how dissatisfied you are, you can't take it out on your body, look at the way you are now."

Feng Qingchen took out a small mirror from the medicine box and placed it in front of Fu Lin. The mirror reflected Fu Lin's red eyes and hideous and distorted face.

"I..." Fu Lin looked at the face in the mirror that was full of hatred and unwillingness, and quickly looked away.

How could the descendant of the temple be so vulnerable? He lost his mind over such a small thing. How could he achieve great things in the future?

Fu Lin pulled his stiff lips and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

But within a few breaths, Fu Lin calmed down and his tense muscles relaxed. Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted the infusion tube. Soon the infusion was back to normal without any blood returning.

"It's okay, I understand." Feng Qingchen's voice was still cold, without a trace of emotion. She was the calmest one from beginning to end. Even though she was dissatisfied with Fu Lin in various ways, she did not say any bad words to him.

Seeing that Fu Lin had really calmed down, Feng Qingchen said again: "Master Fu, although we each serve our own masters, I am just a doctor at this moment. When it comes to treating patients, I will only follow the doctor's principles and start from the actual condition. I will never deliberately exaggerate or deliberately delay. Your injuries have worsened seriously, and I really can't do anything. If you don't believe me, you can ask for help from someone else."

"No, I don't disbelieve you, it's just that I can't accept the fact that I will become disabled for the time being. Feng Qingchen, let me think about it." Fu Lin looked at his leg injury with a gloomy expression and sadness lingering around him.

No one can accept becoming disabled, and Fu Lin is certainly no exception.

"You have two hours, take your time to think about it." Feng Qingchen said nothing more, pulled a chair, sat aside quietly, took out a stack of paper, and wrote and drew on it.

People who didn't know might think she was worried about Fu Lin's injury, but when they got closer they found that Feng Qingchen was actually changing Yun Xiao's surgical plan.

Although Fu Lin's injury was not light, Feng Qingchen had seen many injured and amputated patients, so she really couldn't be nervous. There were a lot of soldiers with arms and legs injured by explosions on the battlefield, and amputation operations were performed every now and then. Although she specialized in cardiology and brain disease, she performed the most amputation operations.

Although amputating a leg or an arm is saving lives, if it is done too often it makes people feel that the doctor is a butcher. Sometimes Feng Qingchen also thinks that Western medicine is too limited.

Treat where it hurts, cut off where there is a problem. What Western medicine most often does is to remove the necrotic parts of the human body to ensure that the person can survive. However, the parts of the human body are non-regenerative, and the cut off part can never grow back. In order to save life, cutting off a part of the body, is that good or bad for the patient?

Is it worth it?

Feng Qingchen paused for a moment, then continued writing.

She was just an ordinary doctor, not a member of a research institute. Even if she was willing to think about these problems, she might not be able to solve them. Instead of wasting time, she might as well do something substantial...

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