976 Don’t bother me, just enjoy the present moment

As soon as Zuo An entered the operating room, Feng Qingchen was only concerned with telling Zuo An her request and didn't notice that Zuo An was pretending to be deep and extremely reluctant.

In fact, even if Feng Qingchen noticed it, she would ignore it. The only person she could find now was Zuo An, and Zuo An had to do it whether he wanted to or not. If she could lure Zuo An from Xiling, she could also lure him to do other things.

"Zuo'an, look, this transparent hose, can you find the materials to make it?" Feng Qingchen took out a plastic tube and handed it to Zuo'an.

Whether it is drawing blood, blood transfusion or intravenous drip, this long hose is a must. Compared with other instruments, this one is relatively simple. If Zuo An can't even handle this, then forget about anything else.

Zuo An held the tube, looking from beginning to end, but not from end to beginning. Feng Qingchen and Sun Sixing, the master and apprentice, looked at Zuo An eagerly, waiting for Zuo An to speak. When Zuo An said he would look away, Feng Qingchen asked anxiously, "How is it? How is it? Can you do it?"

Sun Sixing stood in front of Feng Qingchen, his clear eyes full of anticipation, his handsome little face full of seriousness, making people want to pinch it.

Ahem… Zuo An coughed lightly, retracted his gaze, and said seriously: "It's hard to say. This transparent thing, if we only analyze its material, it must not be difficult to make it, but it is too difficult to make it into a transparent tube."

It would be exhausting to make such a long pipe purely by hand, Feng Qingchen knew that, but industrial reform also comes step by step. Human wisdom is infinite. We can start with handicrafts and then slowly develop towards industry.

"Just try your best, maybe you can succeed. Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't make this tube well. What about this knife? Can you make such fine steel?" Zuo An said it was too difficult, not impossible, so Feng Qingchen assumed that he could do it and handed him the scalpel.

The blade of the hand sword is disposable and the consumption is quite high. Feng Qingchen hopes that Zuo An can make a suitable scalpel so that she doesn't have to worry about her medical ethics.

"I'm not a smelter." Zuo An pushed him away unhappily. Feng Qingchen was about to persuade him, but Sun Sixing said without a word, "But you, Brother Zuo An, know everything. Maybe you can smelt, too. Brother Zuo An, you haven't tried it, so how do you know you can't do it?"

Sun Sixing looked serious, and Zuo An nodded obediently. The research attribute that he had tried so hard to hide in his heart burst out again: "What Sixing said is right. How can I be sure that I can't do it if I haven't tried it? Maybe I can do it tomorrow."

"I believe in you, Brother Zuo'an. You can do it. Brother Zuo'an, take another look. Isn't this bottle beautiful? Master said it is made of glass. It is very clean inside and is specially used to store medicine. Brother Zuo'an, do you think you can make it?" Sun Sixing picked up a glass bottle and handed it to Zuo'an like offering a treasure.

Zuo An looked at it carefully, knocked it for a while, then smashed the bottle. He picked up the pieces and fiddled with them for a long time before telling Sun Sixing that he had made a similar one before, but it was not so clean and bright. He would try again later and maybe he could make what he wanted.

When Sun Sixing heard this, his eyes sparkled and he looked at Zuo An with admiration. Zuo An was also very proud and told Sun Sixing about his experience working with glass.

Sun Sixing listened with great interest. He brought the things on the table to Zuo An one by one and discussed the materials of these things with Zuo An. The two of them talked and listened at the same time, and they had a tacit understanding and had long forgotten about Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen stood there, watching the two of them talking happily. At first, she could still understand what they were saying, but later on, she sadly discovered that...she couldn't understand anything at all about the craftsmanship and procedures.

Well, as a child who was ignored and had no knowledge of industry, Feng Qingchen was sad and angry, then quietly retreated and let Zuo An and Sun Sixing talk enough.

Woo woo woo, she went to find the Ninth Uncle.

"Qingchen? Why are you here at this time?" The Ninth Prince looked up from his pile of official business and was surprised to see the person at the door.

Feng Qingchen should be in the operating room at this time, so how could he have time to come to see her? Did something happen?

"What's going on?" The Ninth Prince immediately put down his official duties and stood up.

"Ninth Uncle, my apprentice doesn't want me anymore." Feng Qingchen walked in and said with a look of grievance.

"Don't want you? What do you mean?" That brat Sun Sixing wouldn't want to find another master, right? If that was the case, he would definitely let the secret guards beat that brat up.

Feng Qingchen had no idea that the Ninth Uncle was at odds with her. She told the story with a feeling of grievance, and then looked at the Ninth Uncle pitifully: "This is what happened. Now that my apprentice has Zuo An, he doesn't want me as his master anymore." She was not really aggrieved, but she seemed to have neglected the Ninth Uncle in the past few days, so she happened to use this as an excuse to comfort the Ninth Uncle.

Well, if Feng Qingchen hadn't said it so clearly, the Ninth Prince could still comfort himself that Feng Qingchen was missing him, but after Feng Qingchen's explanation, he really couldn't deceive himself.

The worry in his eyes was replaced by calmness. The Ninth Prince looked Feng Qingchen up and down, and finally stopped at Feng Qingchen's aggrieved little face.

"Are you still feeling aggrieved? Your disciple doesn't want you, so you think of me. You feel aggrieved, but what about me?" He was the one who felt the most aggrieved, but he couldn't say that he felt aggrieved, because he was the one who forced Feng Qingchen to treat the prince, and Feng Qingchen was busy because of the prince's illness.

"You are busy, so I don't dare to disturb you. A man should focus on his career. I have said that I don't like men who are cowardly and sentimental all day long." Feng Qingchen pulled the sleeve of the Ninth Prince, shaking him while explaining. Anyway, it was not her fault.

"You... always seem to be right." The Ninth Prince looked at Feng Qingchen like a little wife and rubbed her little head with his hand: "Okay, I know you are busy and I am not angry with you. As for your disciple, he is an adult now." In other words, you don't have to follow him around all day.

"I really don't trust my disciples. Ninth Uncle, you are the best." Feng Qingchen no longer looked aggrieved at this time. She put her arms around Ninth Uncle's waist and leaned in his arms, looking gentle and considerate.

The Ninth Prince raised a faint smile, and hugged Feng Qingchen with his backhand, resting his forehead on top of hers. The two of them just stood there quietly: "This prince will always treat you well."

The years are peaceful and the world is quiet. Although the stability is only temporary, they just need to enjoy the present.

But... there are people who can't bear to see them doing well. The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen have finally managed to steal a half day of leisure, but a horn is about to sound outside the villa.

"An unidentified outsider has intruded." Upon hearing these two hurried and slow voices, the Ninth Prince knew what had happened, and quickly let go of Feng Qingchen and pulled Feng Qingchen out...

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