971 Noisy, what are you trying to do?
After Feng Qingchen came out of the operating room, the servants immediately prepared hot water for Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen would eat only after taking a bath.
The food on the table should be light as Feng Qingchen requested. Although simple, everything is exquisite. However, Feng Qingchen couldn't eat it and choked.
Feng Qingchen was thinking while eating, and only when the food on the table was no longer hot did he reluctantly take two bites and hurried back to his room.
The Ninth Prince is away, and Feng Qingchen is the oldest in the villa outside the city. Although the servants want to persuade Feng Qingchen to take care of his health, no one dares to step forward to persuade him. They can only worry in their hearts and hope that the Ninth Prince will come back soon. Otherwise, when the Ninth Prince comes back and finds that Feng Qingchen has lost weight, they will be the ones in trouble.
The servants were anxious, and Feng Qingchen was also anxious. She had a general understanding of the prince's condition. In addition, she learned from the Ninth Prince that the prince's condition had worsened, so Feng Qingchen was even less sure about the operation.
After two days of practice, she has found the feeling of heart surgery, but even so she is only 20% sure.
If there is a 20% chance of success, the doctor will advise the patient not to undergo surgery and just wait to die.
But the prince is not an ordinary patient. Even if there is only a 20% chance, he will choose surgery.
"I can only try my best now to see if I can find a better surgical plan." Feng Qingchen returned to the room and exchanged several authoritative cardiology magazines from the smart medical bag. Unfortunately, these magazines were early publications and the smart medical bag could not update them synchronously.
Most of the articles in the magazine were medical reports and papers written by foreign cardiac authorities. There were relatively few papers on cardiac surgery. Feng Qingchen only saw three. One of them had a very novel idea, saying that heart bypass and repair surgery could be completed without cutting off the blood supply to the arteries.
Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up. After reading the entire paper, he found that this idea was feasible in theory, but difficult to achieve in reality. If the blood supply to the artery was not cut off, it would easily cause heavy bleeding. Moreover, if the surgery was performed while the heart was beating, the myocardium would be strained, and in severe cases, death would occur on the spot.
During heart surgery, cardioplegia fluid is used every 20 to 30 minutes to prevent myocardial strain.
"The idea is very novel, but the difficulty is too great. If there were a professional medical team and world-class medical equipment, I might be able to take the risk. But I can't afford the risk in my current environment." Feng Qingchen closed the magazine, blinked his dry eyes, yawned delicately, took off his coat and went to bed.
Perhaps she was too tired, or perhaps her nerves were too tense. Feng Qingchen, who was always alert, did not react at all when the Ninth Prince climbed onto the bed in the middle of the night.
"Silly girl." The Ninth Prince hugged Feng Qingchen in his arms with heartache. Feng Qingchen spontaneously found a comfortable position in the Ninth Prince's arms, rubbed her little head against him, and continued to sleep.
The Ninth Prince knew that Feng Qingchen was very tired, so he moved very gently. In the dark, he held Feng Qingchen's hands and gently massaged them.
He had heard that Feng Qingchen had been in the operating room for the past two days, staying there for seven or eight hours at a time. Except for eating and sleeping, he had been in the operating room the whole time. The operating room was bloody, and the servants who cleaned it had pale faces every day.
Seeing Feng Qingchen's tired look, the Ninth Uncle felt distressed. He was thinking, after returning from Shandong, could he take Feng Qingchen to Jiangnan for a trip, just for fun...
Feng Qingchen slept well all night. When the first ray of sunlight shone into the room in the morning, Feng Qingchen woke up faintly, and then froze again...
What happened? I was kidnapped?
Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. He was no longer groggy from just waking up. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw the familiar person in front of him. Feng Qingchen's heart finally settled down.
Calming down, the faint bamboo fragrance from the Ninth Prince's body also entered her nose. Feng Qingchen took a deep breath and was completely awake this time. However, she did not move, but nestled motionlessly in the Ninth Prince's arms.
The Ninth Prince woke up the moment Feng Qingchen was startled, but he kept pretending to be asleep, wanting to see what Feng Qingchen would do. As a result, apart from the initial shock, Feng Qingchen soon stopped moving.
The Ninth Prince was depressed. He waited for a long time but Feng Qingchen did not move. He had no choice but to hold Feng Qingchen tighter, making Feng Qingchen stick closer to him, and then...
Not surprisingly, men are always more impulsive in the morning. The Ninth Prince had already been ready to make some moves, and this group of people reacted immediately.
Humph... Feng Qingchen sneered in his heart after noticing the changes under the Ninth Prince, but still did not make any move.
She didn't dare to move before because she knew that men were more impulsive in the morning and she didn't want to give the Ninth Prince Uncle a reason. As a result, the Ninth Prince Uncle moved on his own, so she couldn't be blamed.
A heartless little woman.
The Ninth Prince opened his eyes and looked at the blushing Feng Qingchen in his arms. He touched Feng Qingchen's forehead with his hand very rudely, not hard, just to punish Feng Qingchen.
He just didn't believe that Feng Qingchen wouldn't move.
"It hurts, stop hitting me. If you keep hitting me, you'll have a concussion." Feng Qingchen did move, but she clenched her hands into fists and stood between the Ninth Prince and her: "Don't do anything so early in the morning. The three-month deadline is not up yet."
"Ahem..." The Ninth Prince was choked by Feng Qingchen's straightforward words and forgot to ask what a concussion was.
**?
This word doesn't sound very nice, but it's damn appropriate.
"Don't worry, I will keep my promise. Three months means three months." The Ninth Prince said sincerely, as if he was a gentleman who would do what he said.
Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief quietly. She believed in the character of the Ninth Prince. But just as she relaxed, the Ninth Prince suddenly turned over and pressed directly on Feng Qingchen.
"Little..." person
As soon as Feng Qingchen opened her mouth, she was covered by the lips of the Ninth Prince.
"Hmm..." Feng Qingchen struggled for a while, but was ignored by the Ninth Prince.
A man's character, in this situation, is completely unreliable.
The Ninth Prince kissed Feng Qingchen's lips, stroking them patiently and carefully, licking them lightly with the tip of his tongue, which seemed to be imperceptible, causing Feng Qingchen to tremble slightly.
The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen with a dazed look in his eyes, raised his eyes slightly, revealed an evil smile, and continued to seduce Feng Qingchen's lips.
Feng Qingchen saw that resistance was futile, so she simply enjoyed herself. Facing the Ninth Prince's invitation, Feng Qingchen gently stuck out her tongue, traced the Ninth Prince's lips, and responded bit by bit.
If you can't resist something like this, just enjoy it. Don't treat it like rape, that would be boring.
"My Qingchen, you are so good." The Ninth Prince was very satisfied with Feng Qingchen's cooperation. Sparks flew between his indifferent eyes. The Ninth Prince's hands were originally holding Feng Qingchen's hands, but he let go of Feng Qingchen and moved down along the twin peaks on Feng Qingchen's chest. The Ninth Prince's hands seemed to have magic power. Wherever they went, the temperature of Feng Qingchen's body also rose...
Although Feng Qingchen was immersed in lust, her mind was still able to work. When the Ninth Prince's hands were stroking her lower abdomen, Feng Qingchen turned her face away and reminded him in a wicked voice: "Ninth Prince, don't forget your promise..."
"Book……"
As soon as the Ninth Prince opened his mouth to say a word, there was a loud noise outside the house...