Believe you

  With her eyes covered, walking in the stuffy and dark corridor, Feng Qingchen's face looked quite unpleasant, but she couldn't say anything, could only let Su Wenqing pull her forward with a huff.

  I am the fish, and he is the cutting board, in such a situation, she can only endure.

  "Miss Feng, don't worry, I won't harm you. I just need your help to save someone. If you can save this person, no matter how much medical expenses you want, the Su family will pay for it."

  Su Wenqing held Feng Qing's soft and icy hand, his heart couldn't help but flutter.

  Feng Qingchen's hands were beautiful, with slender fingers that felt cool to the touch, soft and smooth. They had a delicate, almost boneless feel to them. Yet they weren't completely weak, for the taut pads of her fingertips told Su Wenqing that these hands were not those of a pampered beauty who had never done any manual labor.

  Feng Qingchen didn't say a word, her face dark as she allowed Su Wenqing to pull her along. Whoever was sleeping soundly wouldn't be happy about being kidnapped either.

  Besides, she has always said that she is not a doctor, but Su Wenqing doesn't believe her.

  Moreover, the warmth and sweat transmitted through her hands made her even more disgusted. She hated that her hands were slippery, such hands couldn't even hold a scalpel. Was Feng Qingchen still Feng Qingchen if she couldn't even hold a scalpel?

  She hated it most when others touched her hands, but under the eaves of someone else's house, she couldn't help but lower her head.

  "Miss Feng, this matter is still confidential, no one can say anything, otherwise..." Su Wenqing reminded again as they were about to enter the secret room.

  "Don't worry, I slept well at home tonight and didn't go anywhere." Feng Qingchen was a straightforward person.

  In her previous life, she was also kidnapped and taken to a triad leader to be used as a human shield. She managed to emerge unscathed, which had a lot to do with her actual abilities.

  Su Wenqing nodded in satisfaction: "Very good, arrived. Now I will remove the black cloth from your head. From now on, no matter what you see, don't make a sound."

  Feng Qingchen nodded slightly, and the bloody smell in the air made Feng Qingchen frown.

  It looks like the injured person is seriously hurt, but fortunately, it should be an external injury.

  She had no choice, Feng Qingchen was best at treating external injuries, but when it came to internal injuries, she was really helpless.

  The black cloth was removed, and Feng Qingchen blinked her eyes, adapting to the light in the secret room.

  The walls of the secret room were also inlaid with night pearls for lighting. Looking at those huge night pearls, and thinking of the candles in Feng Fu, Feng Qingchen silently cursed: Big shot!

  "Cough...cough..."

  Looking at Feng Qingchen who was staring blankly at the Night Pearl, Su Wenqing reminded him dutifully that he had already seen the dissatisfaction in Jiǔ Qīng's eyes.

  Jiǔ Qīng had always disliked women, and being able to accept Feng Qingchen removing the arrow for him was already not easy.

  "Is that the injured person?" Feng Qingchen pointed at Lan Jiuqing, who was emitting an icy aura all over his body and seemed to be keeping people at bay.

  He's still so intimidating even when he's injured. I've seen many men, but Ninth Uncle is still the best, although he's cold and distant, he's actually kind-hearted.

  "It was him, wounded in the heart, an arrow wound." Su Wenqing's face showed a worried expression, and the breath of the nine officials became somewhat unstable, it had to be quick...

  The nine high-ranking officials have no business.

  Ignoring the refusal in Lan Jiuqing's eyes, Feng Qingchen went straight up and squatted beside him, just about to reach out to check his pupils and other vital signs, but didn't expect...

  The dying Blue Ninth suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand, the speed of his move was not slowed down by his injuries at all.

  "Hey, don't touch me."

  Not hiding his disgust at all.

  "Let go." Feng Qingchen's wrist hurt, and she tried to pull her hand back with force, but found that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it. She glared at Lan Jiuqing's mask with annoyance.

  This man still has the energy to scold her, it seems he won't die after all.

  "Don't be too curious." Lan Jiuqing shook off Feng Qingchen's hand and said lightly.

  Feng Qingchen gently massaged her slightly sore right hand, her tone also somewhat cold and distant.

  "I'm not interested in what's under your mask, I'm just doing a routine check. But seeing how energetic you are, you're definitely not going to die... Also, fortunately, you don't have much strength now, otherwise, you would have injured my right hand and you would be dead for sure."

  Her hands are more important than her face, and hitting her hands is more serious than hitting her face.

  She Feng Qingchen is someone who eats with her hands.

  "Women, you should be grateful I didn't use my full strength, otherwise you would have been dead by now."

  Lan Jiuqing's words were not exaggerated, as there was once a woman who tried to touch him, but unfortunately didn't even get to his clothes before being split in half by Lan Jiuqing.

  He is not a master who will pity and cherish his servants.

  "Miss Feng, my friend doesn't like to be in contact with people, his wound..." Su Wenqing stepped forward to mediate.

  He has experienced the ferocity of Feng Qingchen, this two-faced beauty, today.

  Normally looking quite gentle, once involved in treating illnesses and saving lives, Feng Qingchen was like a completely different person.

  Strict, aloof, confident, stubborn.

  But at that time, Feng Qingchen was very beautiful.

  "He won't die, find a large table and put him on it, prepare a basin of clear water, and add several glow-in-the-dark pearls indoors, if not bright enough, also... If possible, I need you to find a few people to draw blood for me."

  Although Feng Qingchen didn't like Lan Jiuqing's attitude, when it came to saving lives, she would never be ambiguous. As a doctor, Feng Qingchen would never joke about people's lives, this was her principle.

  All men are equal before life.

  "What? Blood draw?" The front Su Wenqing could still understand, but what about the back.

  What's the point of hurting others?

  "Do as I say, now go out... prepare." Feng Qingchen said with a stern expression.

  Su Wenqing glanced at Lan Jiuqing and got his consent before saying, "Alright."

  She turned and left, leaving the secret room to Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing.

  This isn't about trusting Feng Qingchen, and Su Wenqing was well aware that even if he were injured, it would still be easy for the Nine Ministers to kill Feng Qingchen.

  As soon as Su Wenqing left, the room was left with only Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing. Feng Qingchen untied the black cloth bundle on her calf, inside which were three surgical knives, a bottle of anesthetic, some gauze, suture needles and thread, and gloves.

  Feng Qingchen placed the items in front of Lan Jiuqing, his expression serious as he said: "I'm just a doctor, I only save people, I don't ask who you are, please don't ask me what method I used. I won't reveal your identity and tonight's events, similarly, please don't let anyone else know how I treated your wound."

  This is very important and must be stated.

  "These knives, are they used to save me?" Lan Jiuqing didn't believe it one bit.

  The function of a knife is to kill people, not to save them.

  "It's settled then. The knife is for removing the arrowhead from your wound, and the needle and thread are for stitching up your wound. Since you've chosen to come to me, please trust me."

  Feng Qing explained lightly, if it wasn't for Su Wenqing's sudden arrival, she wouldn't have been so troubled.

  Feng Qingchen made up her mind that as soon as she got back, the first thing she would do was to prepare a medical kit and put all the medicines and other things she needed in it.

  Otherwise, it's too inconvenient to take things from the smart medical bag. Once discovered, that would be a big trouble.

  Lan Jiuqing looked at Feng Qingchen, who was serious and confident, and nodded slightly: "Alright, Feng Qingchen, I'll trust you this once. Don't disappoint me."

  You've disappointed me once, and if you disappoint me again, then you're done for.

  Under the mask, Lan Jiuqing's eyes emitted a cold and murderous intent.

  Under the gaze of Lan Jiuqing, Feng Qingchen took out the thread used for sewing, twisted it into a thin rope, and tied up that long hair, carefully fixing the scattered hairs on her ears so they wouldn't fall down.

  Her movements were slow and meticulous, like a phoenix dancing in the dust. At this moment, she was a doctor, professional and rigorous, not allowing any detail to affect the treatment effect.

  What's wrong with this woman? Has she gone mad?

  A word to readers: It's already three o'clock in the morning. I wrote a spin-off of Fenghuang's mistake, and there are all sorts of pressures. I've been drinking coffee as if it were tea.