Clash of 2017

  Feng Qingchen looked at the "corpse" lying there motionless, knowing that today no matter what she had to save this person, otherwise her troubles would be big.

  Alas, with her temperament, in this era, she may stir up even more trouble later on.

  But what can you do!

  Even if she knew it was troublesome, she still insisted on provoking him.

  As a doctor, she couldn't bear to see someone die when they could have been saved, and she couldn't just stand by and watch as someone who had a chance to live died in front of her.

  The doctor's inaction is no different from plotting to harm someone.

  No matter what others think, at least Feng Qingchen can't bear to be a cold onlooker.

  She cherishes her own life and also values other people's lives.

  Took a deep breath and threw off the messy burdens in his heart.

  She is a doctor, she must try her best to save people, anyone can give up on patients, but doctors cannot give up on patients.

  Breathing is weak, heartbeat has stopped, didn't use cardiopulmonary resuscitator, then let's use the most primitive method.

  Although this method is no longer useful and one's own life will be hard to preserve, it is also inevitable.

  Feng Qingchen stretched out his hand and pressed the left side of the "corpse's" chest, confirming that the position was correct before suddenly lifting his hand and striking down heavily.

  That attitude will never save anyone.

  At least, in Su Wenqing's eyes it was like this.

  "Bang..." A dull thud, and the "corpse" in front of Feng Qingchen suddenly bounced up, then heavily fell back down.

  Su Wenqing's eyes bulged out.

  Bang, bang, bang... The sound of pounding continued to echo, and the "corpse" also continued to bounce up and down. That didn't look like a rescue at all, it was clearly just beating up a corpse.

  The officials behind him frequently wiped away cold sweat from their foreheads.

  Miss Feng wouldn't think that beating these "corpses" until they're sore would bring them back to life, would she?

  The official couldn't help but laugh, and the last bit of admiration he had left disappeared without a trace under Feng Qingchen's inexplicable method.

  Women are just women, they can only stay at home and embroider flowers, don't have too high expectations for them.

  He didn't die after all, he just made a scene to humiliate himself.

  Now, the true nature is revealed.

  The official sneered and thought to himself, "When I get home, I'll tell my wife about Miss Feng's joke, so they can be more obedient in the future."

  Su Wenqing didn't just want to go forward once, pulling Feng Qingchen away, but every time she couldn't bring herself to do it, always feeling that when Feng Qingchen made this gesture, he was sacred and solemn!

  Feng Qingchen struck with all his might each time, and Su Wenqing stood behind him, watching Feng Qingchen's movements being swift and agile.

  However, if Su Wenqing were standing in front of Feng Qingchen, she would have discovered that Feng Qingchen was panting heavily at this moment...

  However, those eyes were exceptionally bright because she could already feel it, the "corpse" under her hand had its heartbeat restored, and maybe just one more strike would do!

  "Bang..."

  This blow, Feng Qingchen used all his strength, and after this blow went down, the "corpse" under his hand not only jumped up but also coughed.

  "Cough...cough..."

  It was a very small voice, but the people in the morgue heard it clearly. They could confirm that they did not hear wrong. Su Wenqing even pushed open Feng Qingchen and stepped forward...

  "Wen Hang, Wen Hang..." Holding the young man, tears welled up in his eyes.

  A misty haze floated in Su Wenqing's eyes.

  He's alive! His brother is alive! He really is alive!

  All the doctors thought Wen Hwang was dead, and he had even invited the best coroner to come and find out from Wen Hwang's body the cause of his sudden death.

  He didn't believe that Wen Hang, who had always been healthy, would suddenly die.

  There must be something wrong here!

  Despite his family's opposition, he insisted on inviting a coroner to autopsy the body. Unexpectedly, this move ended up saving Wen Hang's life.

  "Cough, cough..." The young man's eyelashes fluttered lightly as he weakly opened his eyes. His originally rosy cheeks now had a few shades of pale whiteness to them, and his eyes were dull and lifeless:

  "Big brother..."

  "Wen Hang, you're not dead, you really aren't dead..." Su Wenqing grasped the young man's hand tightly, her face filled with excitement.

  "Cough, big brother. Loosen up, loosen your grip..."

  Pushed by Su Wenqing, Feng Qingchen stumbled backward several steps, and with great difficulty steadied herself, panting heavily. When she raised her head, she saw that Su Wenqing was holding the person tightly in his arms, and his voice unconsciously dropped three degrees:

  "Hold him so tight, do you want him to suffocate again? Hurry up and send him to find a doctor, let the doctor take another look, if he has any other injuries."

  Su Wenqing let go of the young man and asked with a puzzled face: "Miss Feng, aren't you a doctor?"

  "I'm not... sending him to see a doctor, if anything happens again I won't be responsible."

  Feng Qingchen said with a bad tone that her little Western medical skills were nothing compared to the profound and complex traditional Chinese medicine.

  She can handle minor first aid and emergency treatment, but when it comes to genuine care and thorough cure, she is incapable...

  "Ah..."

  Can bring the dead back to life, but if you don't call him a doctor, then what kind of person can be called a doctor?

  "Hurry up, his body is very weak."

  Feng Qing's eyes narrowed, his expression stern. Su Wenqing hastily nodded and carried the young man out, his footsteps steady and powerful, disappearing into the morgue like a gust of wind...

  Su Wenqing left, and the officials and yamen runners he brought with him also followed suit. The mortuary fell silent once again. Those two officials who had brought Feng Qinglian here immediately stepped forward, their faces full of respect and fawning as they said:

  "Miss Feng?"

  Feng Qingchen responded wearily, her eyes falling on the corpse of her maid beside her. She rummaged through her pocket and handed over the remaining nine taels of silver to the official.

  "I have only this much, help me buy a coffin and bury her with it, what's lacking will be considered as my debt."

  Feng Qingchen said her poverty with a calm face, without any shame at all.

  Having no money is not shameful, what's shameful is not making an effort to earn it.

  She also has a skill in her hand, it shouldn't be difficult to make money.

  She can't compete with a doctor for food and clothing, but for injuries from knives or arrows, she has the assistance of an intelligent package, so it shouldn't be difficult.

  Making money is just a matter of opportunity.

  "That's enough, that's enough, Miss Feng can rest assured, we will definitely give her a good burial." The two officials were also clever people, seeing Feng Qingchen show off her skills twice today, they knew that Feng Qingchen was not simple. With her skills, she didn't have to worry about money, and who doesn't have three disasters and six diseases? The one person you can't afford to offend is a doctor.

  "In that case, I'll leave first... If it's not enough, go to Feng Fu to find me."

  Feng Qingchen dragged her tired body back and forth.

  When she left, the sun had already set westward, and she had unknowingly stayed in the morgue for more than half a day.

  The remaining sunlight spilled on her body, dispelling the chill of the morgue. Feng Qing's eyes narrowed slightly as she basked in the warmth, dragging her weak and thirsty body towards Phoenix Manor.

  When she came, people paid attention all the way, but when she left, it was exceptionally low-key. Feng Qingchen walked among the crowd, and no one noticed her existence.

  After passing through three streets, they arrived at Dongdajie Street in the Imperial City. Feng Qingchi let out a sigh of relief.

  Walking down this street will take you to the Phoenix Manor.

  Looking at the people chatting and laughing on both sides of the street, looking at the vendors and passersby with satisfied smiles on their faces, Feng Qingchen unconsciously slowed down her pace.

  Saving one person's life, her mood is also good, and she has expectations for her future life.

  Walking and thinking about the next life arrangement.

  The Feng Mansion's grain storage is not much, and the money has run out. Is it possible that they will have to sell those clothes embroidered by Feng Qingxue in the past?

  No, no, she remembered that there was still a guqin in the Feng Mansion, why not sell it and exchange for some money.

  As Feng Qing was lost in thought, a horse-drawn carriage came speeding towards her, with guards running rapidly on either side of the carriage.

  "Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Make way for Princess Anping's carriage, bystanders scatter!"

  Not responsible if you get knocked dead!