915 Heartbeat, Sweet Valentine's Day
Feng Qingchen was famous in the imperial city for her boldness. An orphan girl who dared to challenge the queen and kill beggars, she grew up quickly amid rumors and gained the favor of the most honorable Ninth Uncle in Dongling. Her every move was talked about with relish.
Whether it was escaping from the Queen's hands or ordering the beheading of troublesome beggars in the street, it caused a huge commotion. Many imperial doctors present knew about it, but they only heard about it. It was not until this group of imperial doctors saw Feng Qingchen's knife skills that were comparable to lingchi that they understood what courage meant.
"Girl, that's human flesh, could you not be so quick when cutting it?"
"Girl, that's a blood vessel, can you not cut it so fast?"
"Girl, that's flesh and blood. Can you not be so still when you put your fingers in there to find the blood vessels?"
"Girl..."
There is absolutely no aesthetic sense in treating external injuries. Feng Qingchen is used to staying in the military camp, so his methods are simple and rough. He only seeks to achieve the best effect as quickly as possible. As for whether the method is too bloody, Feng Qingchen never considers it.
The blood-stained bandages were clumped together, and the rotten flesh in the silver plate was piling up. People who didn't know would think Feng Qingchen was dismembering a body.
It's so bloody!
Ugh... Several young imperial doctors could not hold back and began to dry heave. Prince Qing glanced at them unhappily, and the imperial doctors were so scared that they quickly covered their mouths.
Among the dozen or so imperial doctors present, only three were good at treating external injuries. Apart from these three, the other imperial doctors all looked unhappy.
However, they were connoisseurs after all. When they saw Feng Qingchen's technique, they knew that Feng Qingchen's move was extraordinary. Although they felt a little disgusted, they still tried to stretch their necks and move forward. When King Qing was not paying attention, they would chat with the people around them from time to time and exchange their thoughts.
"If the blood vessel that Miss Feng extracted is not sutured, it will definitely leave a root of disease in the future."
"You're right. Miss Feng is very serious. She even picked out the rotten meat on the bone. Her eyesight is really good."
"It's not that Miss Feng has good eyesight. Didn't you see that she was holding a small object in her hand to take pictures? I suspect that thing can magnify. Do you remember Miss Feng engraved words on the rice that day?"
"That makes sense, that makes sense. This is a really good thing. It would be great if we could buy it." An imperial physician coveted the microscope in Feng Qingchen's hand.
"You can see such thin blood vessels and even insert the needle. Miss Feng has really deft hands. I used to look down on women who could only use a needle, but now it seems that needle and thread can save lives if used well." The old doctor with a white beard was full of emotion. Judging from the look of him, he would probably ask his wife or daughter to learn needlework when he gets home.
Prince Qing has been trying hard to remember Feng Qingchen's methods, thinking that after returning, he would talk to the doctors in the army to see if those doctors can learn to use them. If Feng Qingchen's method of treating external injuries becomes popular in the army, then fewer soldiers will die from injuries.
Prince Qing had no time to care about these imperial doctors, and the imperial doctors' discussions became louder and louder. Feng Qingchen was completely focused on Fu Lin's injured leg and didn't pay attention to the outside world at all. It was not until beads of sweat appeared on his forehead that he said, "Someone come and help me wipe the sweat off my forehead."
This sentence was like a curse, scaring all the imperial doctors into silence immediately. Prince Qing stood up in an instant, and Fu Lin's dazed eyes regained clarity.
Everyone moved, but no one came forward to wipe Feng Qingchen's sweat. Seeing that the sweat was about to fall, Feng Qingchen urged him again.
"Okay." Several imperial doctors who were nearby heard it and hurried forward, but one person was one step faster than them.
"I'll do it." Prince Qing strode forward, repelled the attempt to grab the imperial physician, and took out the handkerchief he carried with him.
Feng Qingchen raised his head at the right time to make it easier for Prince Qing to wipe it.
There was no makeup on her fair face, her eyes were clear and bright, her pupils were like ink dots, serious and focused, and Prince Qing felt his heart skip a beat.
He stretched out his hand in a daze to wipe the sweat off Feng Qingchen's face, then took his hand back in a daze. Prince Qing didn't even know how he accomplished this action. He only knew that Feng Qingchen lowered his head again and treated Fu Lin's wound. His focused expression was as if there was only such a small space between heaven and earth.
For a moment, Prince Qing found himself jealous, jealous of the wound that received Feng Qingchen's full attention, but he was even more jealous of the Ninth Uncle.
Prince Qing couldn't help but wonder, what would he do if he was looked at by Feng Qingchen with such a focused gaze?
Just thinking about it, King Qing felt his heartbeat quicken, so fast that he couldn't control it.
how so!
Prince Qing panicked and quickly regained his composure, wanting to escape and stay far away from Feng Qingchen. But when he looked up, he saw Fu Lin looking at Feng Qingchen with a focused and serious look. That look...
Very hot!
Fu Lin he...
Prince Qing looked at Fu Lin, then at Feng Qingchen.
He admitted that Feng Qingchen was very charming when he was serious, and he admitted that his heart was moved for a moment just now, but his reason told him that this kind of movement should not happen because Feng Qingchen was the Ninth Prince's person.
He can appreciate and admire, but he cannot adore her, otherwise death will be waiting for him.
Zi Luo is a lesson learned from the past. He was a pampered prince, but was reduced to dust in an instant. His uncle's family was completely wiped out by the Ninth Prince. He could not afford to offend an opponent like the Ninth Prince.
It would be fine if Fu Lin was just grateful to Feng Qingchen for saving his life, but if he had other ideas, then Fu Lin's end would be even worse. Fu Lin is not a prince or a grandson of the emperor, and his uncle would never show mercy.
Prince Qing quickly collected his thoughts, calmed his disordered heartbeat, quietly stepped aside, and wiped Feng Qingchen's sweat when she needed it. Apart from that, Prince Qing no longer thought about anything else.
Since he was a child, he has understood what his duty is. As a prince without the support of his maternal family and not favored by his father, if he wants to survive, he must stick to his duty and not have any unreasonable expectations.
It was dark when King Qing arrived at this stop, which means that Feng Qingchen didn't clean Fu Lin's wounds until dark, and by that time, Fu Lin had already fainted.
After tying the knot and applying the tape, Feng Qingchen stood up with a pale face and blood all over her body. The high-intensity work was very energy-consuming. Although Feng Qingchen could still hold on, she was really tired.
After pounding his legs, Feng Qingchen took out a syringe and needle from the medicine box, drew out the medicine, and injected an injection into Fu Lin's arm. At the same time, he gave Fu Lin an infusion of glucose, took out anti-inflammatory and antipyretic drugs and placed them on the small table, and instructed the imperial doctors how to take care of Fu Lin next.
This is all she can do. The rest depends on Fu Lin himself. Whether he can survive or not is not decided by her, but by God.
Seeing that Feng Qingchen looked tired, Prince Qing did not force her to stay and take care of Fu Lin. Prince Qing personally sent Feng Qingchen back to the Feng Mansion before returning to the palace to report.
As soon as she entered the door, the housekeeper came forward and handed over an exquisite note: "Miss, Master Su sent a visiting card."
"Mr. Su? Su Wenqing?"
"Yes." The old butler nodded.
Feng Qingchen took the post, opened it, and smiled...
It is indeed impossible to see the light at midnight tomorrow night.
A word to readers: Here comes the fifth update. I was planning to write about the scene of eating in the greenhouse on Valentine’s Day, but the result… you can imagine it for yourself!
My dear babies, I wish you a happy Valentine's Day, and that you can enter the palace of marriage with your destined other half as soon as possible, and you don't need to be urged to get married during festivals, hahaha~~