914 Watching, Same Person, Different Fate

Make a decision?

Life or legs?

This was the first time that Fu Lin had to make such a choice. He didn't want to choose at all because he wanted both.

"Feng Qingchen, I want both your life and your legs." Fu Lin said painfully, his eyes were red, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes...

He didn't want to die, but he also didn't want to become disabled. If his legs were crippled, that would be the same as taking his life.

"I am a human, not a god. Even if I were a god, I would not be able to fulfill all your wishes. Master Fu, you must face reality. I don't need to open the wound on your leg again to show you how serious it is.

"Master Fu, I'll give you another stick of incense to think about it carefully. No matter what choice you make, I respect you. After all, your life is yours, and you have the right to decide the life you want." Feng Qingchen said almost ruthlessly.

Her words made Yi Gan, the imperial physician, look at each other in embarrassment. They wanted to explain so that King Qing wouldn't think that all of them, the doctors, were so unkind. But when they opened their mouths, they didn't know what to say, so they could only stand aside silently.

Prince Qing had no intention of scolding Feng Qingchen. On the contrary, he thought that what Feng Qingchen said was absolutely right. Whether Fu Lin lived or died was up to him. He would just accept his fate and go on with whichever path he chose.

It’s not that Feng Qingchen couldn’t save him, it’s that he himself couldn’t accept it, and it had nothing to do with others.

"Feng Qingchen, if I want to save my legs, is there not even a slight possibility?" Fu Lin covered his face with his hands, his spirit was dispirited, and he couldn't make a decision.

"Yes, there's a 10% chance. You just pray for a miracle to happen." Medical miracles do happen, but not everyone is lucky enough to have one.

Every patient who is waiting for a miracle thinks that he or she is the protagonist and that God will love him or her. They always think that they are different and believe that a miracle will happen to them. But...

Only one in ten thousand miracles can be written in books. Few people encounter miracles, and most people die.

As a doctor, Feng Qingchen did not recommend Fu Lin to gamble on the tiny miracle. Miracles were unscientific. A miracle was like winning five million dollars. Everyone expected it, but the number of people who could win was pitifully small.

But Fu Lin didn't think so. Hearing Feng Qingchen's words, Fu Lin was shocked and said loudly: "Okay, I'll bet on that 10% possibility. Feng Qingchen, I won't accept amputation."

If it is cut off, it will never grow again. He cannot accept that he has become disabled. If he becomes disabled, he will not be able to revive the Fu family. In this case, let him, the sinner of the Fu family, die.

"Master Fu, do you know what your choice is? Miracles are not something that can be achieved just by having confidence." Feng Qingchen didn't want to discourage anyone, she was just telling the truth.

"I know, Feng Qingchen, you don't have to worry. King Qing is here. I will write a statement stating that this is my own choice and my life or death has nothing to do with you." Fu Lin was really taking a gamble.

This statement stated that if Feng Qingchen used tricks to kill him during the treatment process, the emperor would not be able to hold Feng Qingchen responsible.

"Master Fu, this is not good."

"Master Fu, the risk is too high."

"Master Fu, please think twice."

The imperial physicians were worried and tried to persuade him, but Fu Lin had made up his mind. No matter what others said, he was determined and would not change his mind.

Fu Lin's decision was second only to agreeing to amputation.

Feng Qingchen knew that Fu Lin had made up his mind and would not change it, so he turned around and took out a pen and paper for Fu Lin. "Okay, write it."

This is the patient's choice. Anyway, she doesn't have to bear any medical responsibility. She just needs to treat the patient wholeheartedly and, during the treatment process, do what a doctor should do and abide by the principles that a doctor should have.

Fu Lin didn't say anything. Feng Qingchen said something like "I believe it" and took the paper and pen and started writing. Prince Qing wanted to persuade him several times but finally held back.

Fu Lin was dying. At most, he would be disliked by the emperor. So be it. Judging from the look of his brother the crown prince, he didn't want to fight for it. If he was disliked by his father, maybe he could leave the imperial city and be free.

Prince Qing took a step back and made his position clear. The prince sent by the emperor was like this. Although the other imperial doctors were worried, they could only keep silent. After Fu Lin finished writing, the imperial doctors spoke and asked Prince Qing to allow them to stay aside.

The imperial doctors were worried that Feng Qingchen might not treat her wholeheartedly or make mistakes, so it was always good to have them watching over her.

Prince Qing did not agree, but asked Xiang Feng Qingchen: "Miss Feng, what do you think?"

"Okay, but there is one thing, I don't want to be disturbed." Feng Qingchen was not afraid of being watched by others. It was not an amputation operation, so it did not require too many sophisticated instruments. The equipment she wanted had already been taken out. It would not be a problem for these imperial doctors to watch from the side, and it could serve as evidence for her.

Fu Lin only had a 10% chance of surviving, so she had to hide it. If Fu Lin died, she would be suspected. It would be better for her to expose it openly for everyone to observe. Even if there were disadvantages, they would not outweigh the advantages.

Feng Qingchen's straightforwardness was considered frankness in the eyes of the imperial physician and Fu Lin. Feng Qingchen didn't care what these people thought and handed the statement written by Fu Lin to Prince Qing: "Thank you, Your Highness Prince Qing."

"This is what I should do." King Qing was not polite and put away the paper written by Fu Lin.

Feng Qingchen signaled the imperial doctors to step back and make enough space before starting to work.

Since Fu Lin had already been given an infusion of anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs, Feng Qingchen did not give him another infusion. Instead, he gave Fu Lin a local anesthetic injection and removed the bandage that had just been applied.

The previous wound was treated as required for amputation. Now that Fu Lin refused to undergo the amputation surgery, she could only clean the wound again, which is usually called scraping the bone to heal the wound.

"Master Fu, I'll give you an injection of Ma Fei San, which will help relieve the pain, but it will still be very painful. I hope you can bear it." Feng Qingchen untied the bandage, revealing Fu Lin's rotten injured leg.

"I'll hold it in." Fu Lin took a breath and grabbed the bed sheet again.

He is very nervous!

Everyone understood this because they were also nervous. Except for Feng Qingchen, probably no one in the room was not nervous.

All the bandages were removed, revealing Fu Lin's leg injury. Seeing the hideous wound, King Qing finally understood why Feng Qingchen said that he wanted to amputate Fu Lin's leg.

Such injuries can only be treated in the imperial city, where there are imperial physicians to carefully treat and an endless supply of fine medicines. If it were at the border, soldiers with such serious injuries would have no way out but death. They would not be like Fu Lin, who had to save both his life and his leg.

Same person, different fate. Fu Lin was injured. He had dozens of imperial doctors around him and a constant supply of top-grade medicinal herbs. But his soldiers, let alone the imperial doctors, even the military doctors might not be available...

King Qing looked at Feng Qingchen raising and lowering his knife with a dazed look on his face.

He had always heard that Feng Qingchen was very good at treating external injuries. If Feng Qingchen could be brought to the military camp to work as a military doctor, it would be a blessing for the soldiers.

In the imperial city, the patients Feng Qingchen treated were either rich or noble. Not only would he not be cured if he cured them, but he would also easily get into trouble. But it was different in the army, where doctors had a high status and Feng Qingchen would be very free.

It's a pity that Feng Qingchen is a woman, and it's not convenient for her to appear in the army. Even if it's convenient, the Ninth Prince will not agree. He can only think about this kind of thing...