Risking one's life

  "Don't touch me."

  Feng Qingchen coldly swept her gaze towards the official who was walking towards her. In the moment that the official was stunned, she stood up herself.

  Patted the dust off his body, not a hint of embarrassment, he calmly took a step back and looked at Su Wenqing: "Su Gongzi, I've taken note of this throw. Now be quiet for me, I said I'm going to save someone."

  The doctor's stance and principles made it impossible for her to watch as the child, who was clearly still alive, was dissected.

  Not saving someone who is dying is equivalent to killing them!

  She can't do it!

  "What did you say? My brother really didn't die, can you really save him?" Su Wenqing was stunned on the spot, looking at Feng Qingchen's bright eyes, and for a moment, she didn't know how to speak, as if she had been dazed.

  If it were anything else, Su Wenqing would never have believed Feng Qingchen's words, but this matter...

  He couldn't bear not to believe it.

  His younger brother, so young and so good, died in vain.

  He was so grief-stricken that he wished he could cut his enemy into thousands and tens of thousands of pieces to bury with his brother.

  What about now?

  Some people say his younger brother can be saved.

  This makes him, how dare he doubt.

  There was someone who was about to starve to death, and someone gave him half a bun.

  Can he refuse in such a situation?

  He can't.

  Su Wenqing was like a drowning person who had grabbed onto a floating log, looking at Feng Qingchen with a hopeful face, waiting for a miracle to happen.

  "Su Gongzi, don't believe what this demoness says. How is it possible? How can she save the young master? The young master is already dead, we can all be certain that he has no breath left. Unless Miss Feng is a ghost."

  The doctor shouted loudly and glared at Feng Qingchen with a fierce expression.

  Feng Qingchen looked at the short and wretched servant, disdainfully saying: "Is he not breathing or is his breath very weak? Are you certain he has no pulse? How long has he been lying here? More than four hours, right?"

  Four hours after death, the corpse is still so rosy and warm?

  Four hours have passed and there is no rigor mortis?

  Are you sure he's really dead and not misdiagnosed?

  Are you sure I saved him and I'm a witch?

  "As a mortician, you can't even tell the dead from the living. What qualifications do you have to yell here? You murderer, get out of here now!"

  Feng Qingchen pointed at the door with a majestic aura that was far from what one would expect of a timid and weak official's daughter.

  "Murderer? You... you..." The coroner pointed at Feng Qingchen, trembling non-stop, looking deeply shocked.

  Under Feng Qingchen's successive pressing questions, he was at a loss for half a day and didn't know how to answer.

  Feng Qingchen ignored him and hummed a sound, then turned around to look at the "corpse".

  He was unwilling to give up and wanted to move forward, but Su Wenqing calmed down and gave a glance to the person beside him, stopping him from moving forward.

  Su Wenqing looked at Feng Qingchen, who was calm and serious, and was shocked in her heart. No matter how she looked at him, she felt that Feng Qingchen was not ordinary. What attracted her more than his stunning appearance was an inexplicable sacred aura.

  Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Su Wenqing said: "Miss Feng, are you certain that my brother is not dead? Are you really confident that you can save my brother? What if you fail to revive him? What will you use to compensate?"

  "Compensation? Didn't you all think he was dead? I didn't save him, the worst that could happen is this." Feng Qingchen did not turn his head back, but Su Wencheng could understand the sarcasm on Feng Qingchen's face when he said these words.

  Who is Su Wenqing?

  Su family's eldest son, the number one official and merchant, the richest man in the imperial city. With a glance at Feng Qingchen, he became arrogant, his tone unpleasant:

  "Feng Qingchen, if you can't save my brother today, I'll kill you and have you buried with him..."

  He hated her, this filthy woman, for touching his brother, but if she could save his brother, that was a different matter.

  "Kill me?" Feng Qingchen's anger surged up in an instant, turned around, narrowed his eyes, and scrutinized Su Wenqing.

  Seeing Su Wenqing's disdain and disgust in her eyes, Feng Qingchen suddenly smiled.

  Feng Qingchen swallowed the words she originally wanted to say and said calmly: "Alright, if I fail to save your brother, I'll use my own life to accompany him in death. If I succeed in saving your brother, then trouble Su Gongzi to kneel down and apologize to me."

  Although Feng Qingchen was angry, she didn't lose her composure. She knew that people in this world wouldn't believe that a weak woman like her had the ability to save someone, especially when the "corpse" in front of her had been declared dead by an old doctor.

  This was not a world she knew, in this world no one believed a woman could be a doctor.

  Although her mind was not happy, Feng Qingchen did not let this mood disturb herself for too long. She took a deep breath and suppressed all the messy emotions.

  As a doctor, calmness is essential; if one can't even remain calm, how can they diagnose and treat patients, prescribe medication, or hold a scalpel?

  "Good!" Su Wen nodded.

  At the dark corner of the house top, Xi Ling Tian Kuai and that black-clothed silver-faced man were both taken aback at the same time.

  Feng Qingchen, where did your confidence come from? Most importantly, where did you get the skills to revive that "corpse"?

  We'll see just how extraordinary you are.

  At this moment, the two people on the rooftop forgot their original purpose, and both of their gazes fell on Feng Qingchen's body at the same time.

  Waiting for a miracle to happen.

  The entire morgue fell silent in an instant. Everyone present held their breath, watching Feng Qingchen with unblinking eyes, afraid of missing something.

  At this time, Feng Qingchen was like a completely different person, calm, professional, and majestic, with an inexplicable charm that made it impossible for people to look away.

  Su Wenqing's mind was momentarily dazed.

  Such a woman, Lu Wang missed her, and it should be Lu Wang's greatest regret today.

  The change in the atmosphere of the morgue, Feng Qingchen didn't notice at all. When she was ready to save people, she was a professional doctor, no matter what environment, no matter how bad the conditions were, she had to live up to her profession.

  Taking a deep breath, calming her restless heart, Feng Qingchen told herself that even if she had changed bodies, Feng Qingchen was still Feng Qingchen, the renowned female military doctor...

  Feng Qingchen leaned down, her lips covering the "corpse".

  The smart medical package has confirmed that there is a foreign object in the boy's throat.

  If conditions permit, she can directly have a minor surgery to remove the foreign object.

  But Feng Qingchen understood that the noble young master named Su Wenqing behind her would absolutely not allow her to do so.

  And all she could do was use artificial respiration to try and dislodge the foreign object from the boy's throat.

  Of course, if it can't be taken out, surgery is necessary.

  "What are you doing?" Su Wenqing swallowed hard, his index finger pointing at Feng Qingchen, trembling like a leaf in the wind.

  Although the "corpse" was his own younger brother, he couldn't get any closer.

  That's a dead person!

  Feng Qingchen ignored Su Wenqing and continued repeating this action.

  She had to be extremely careful, in case she took out the foreign object from the boy's throat and swallowed it herself, wouldn't that be a disaster?

  Of course, Feng Qingchen understood that even if she swallowed it, she probably wouldn't die, but she needed evidence to prove that the young man was really not dead.

  Mediocre doctors and incompetent undertakers can really kill people.

  Feng Qingchen repeated the same action over and over again without stopping, but... after half a day, there was still no harvest.

  Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, Su Wenqing, Yu Zuozhe, Guan Cha, and even the people hiding in the dark corners of the house, all stared at Feng Qingchen, so tense that they forgot to breathe.

  They themselves did not know whether they hoped that Feng Qingchen would save him and prove himself right.

  Still hoping Feng Qingchen fails, proving she's just a scammer...

  A message for readers: I can't see your comments, Caicai is heartbroken, Qingchen is pitiful!