Gentle Warmth

  On March 3rd, Peach Blossom Festival, those women had already dug a big pit and were waiting for Feng Qingchen to jump in.

  Once Feng Qingchi has ruined their reputation, they will truly be shamed and have no face to live in the world.

  He didn't want to get involved in this matter originally. Although Feng Qingchen saved him yesterday, he had offended his taboo. Not killing Feng Qingchen was already being kind.

  But today was different. Feng Qingchen had saved his life, so he couldn't just watch her fall into the fire pit.

  He Lan Jiu Qing is not an ungrateful person.

  "Feng Qingchen, I, Lan Jiuqing, don't like owing people favors, especially not women. The favor of saving my life, I will personally return." Lan Jiuqing thought to himself, then closed his eyes and stopped looking at Feng Qingchen, instead vigilantly observing the surrounding situation.

  Feng Qingchen's full attention was on Lan Jiuqing's injury, and she had no idea that in the blink of an eye, he would take upon himself the troubles she might encounter at the Peach Blossom Festival.

  ……

  Lan Jiuqing's wound was not infected, but it had split open entirely. The catgut used for suturing had not only broken completely, but also become embedded in the flesh.

  Feng Qingchen gritted her teeth, really wanting to let this man fend for himself, but under Lan Jiuqing's coercion, she still obediently took action, one by one, picking them out for him.

  And in this process, as requested by Lan Jiuqing, Feng Qingchen did not administer anesthesia to him, and he was turned over and over in the bloody flesh.

  The sharp medical tweezers poked at the wound, occasionally making a "popping" sound, Feng Qingchen knew how painful it was, but the black-robed silver-faced man didn't even frown.

  After cleaning up the broken line, Feng Qingchen helped Lan Jiuqing clean his wound and prepared to cut off the rotten flesh on the wound. These rotten flesh were obviously injured by a blunt object.

  Lan Jiuqing didn't say, and Feng Qingchen didn't ask either. As a doctor, her professional ethics did not allow her to be too nosy, especially about things she couldn't care about.

  "It might hurt a bit, bear with it, don't move no matter what." Feng Qingchen's teeth were slightly loose.

  As a doctor, it is normal to not use anesthesia when there are insufficient drugs, but at that time doctors will think of ways to shift the patient's attention, and the patient themselves will also look away.

  But what about the masked man?

  He stared at him like Feng Qingchen's knife, as if it wasn't falling on his body.

  For this person.

  Feng Qingchen is so impressed that she's about to die, this endurance of pain is not ordinary.

  Of course, and only admiration.

  "Get on with it." Lan Jiu's brow didn't even furrow, as if he couldn't feel the pain at all. In reality, his face was deathly pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

  As Feng Qingchen said, he can endure.

  He would rather be in pain than lose consciousness.

  The feeling of being controlled by others is really terrible.

  "Just act if you're going to act, what's with all the rush? Rushing to death!" Feng Qingchen muttered to herself.

  She found out that no matter how good one's professional ethics are, when faced with such an unreasonable patient, they would still collapse.

  Not cooperative at all.

  Aren't you afraid of pain?

  Fine, I'll go all out and make you suffer a painful death.

  Feng Qingchen smiled slyly and picked up the largest surgical knife.

  Unfortunately, she didn't get to laugh in the end. Lan Jiuqing was like a tapeworm in her stomach, and just as Feng Qingchen picked up the scalpel, he threatened her with no emotional ups and downs.

  "Feng Qingchen, you'd better not play any tricks, you know I'm not someone to be trifled with."

  This is a threat.

  The patient threatened the doctor.

  But unexpectedly... Feng Qingchen still took this threat lightly.

  Feng Qingchen put down the large surgical knife and switched to a smaller, sharper one.

  Feng Qing's face was a picture of embarrassment, and a faint smile flashed across Lan Jiuqing's eyes.

  But in the instant when Feng Qingchen turned around, it had already disappeared.

  This time, one hand holding a knife and the other holding tweezers, Feng Qingxin carefully pinched off the rotten flesh from the wound, meticulously removing each piece.

  Because there was only one person, Feng Qingchen's movements were very slow. She had to cut off a piece of rotten meat at a time, then loosen the pincers and take it away before clamping down again.

  So repetitive, it's a tedious task for doctors and double suffering for the injured.

  But... this really wasn't Feng Qingchen's intention, it was just that she had no other choice.

  Without a surgical assistant, she was both doctor and assistant at the same time, what could she do?

  If Lan Jiuqing is dissatisfied, then he can come himself.

  No petty calculations, Feng Qingchen's face was completely open and honest.

  Lan Jiuqing bit his teeth in pain, but seeing Feng Qingchen like this, he couldn't say anything threatening.

  All this fuss just took half an hour.

  Feng Qingchen's eyes were red and swollen, and her hands also trembled slightly due to holding the knife and forceps for a long time.

  "Sorry, I need to take a break, my hands can't continue." Feng Qingchen gave Lan Jiu an apologetic glance, then put down the knife and forceps, took off his medical gloves, washed his hands repeatedly, a total of five times, before slowly massaging his own hands.

  Feng Qingchen had never been a delicate person, if her hands weren't so tired that they were trembling and she couldn't hold the surgical knife, she wouldn't have been like this.

  "Come here." Lan Jiu Qing crooked his finger.

  "Huh?" Feng Qingchen raised her head in confusion, her bright red eyes shining like a rabbit's, filled with a bewildered light, looking very gullible.

  "Come on, don't make me say it a third time." A man who was used to having everything under his control couldn't tolerate anyone refusing him.

  It's also unknown why Feng Qingchen obediently went past.

  "Is something wrong? Does the wound hurt? It shouldn't, right?" Although Lan Jiuqing refused anesthesia, she applied a pain-relieving medication to the surgical knife.

  Even if she dislikes this masked man, she can't betray her own profession.

  Doctors should not bring personal emotions into work.

  Even if it's her arch-nemesis lying on the operating table, she must go and save them; even if it's a ruthless murderer with no redeeming qualities, she still has to save them.

  This is a doctor, in whose eyes there are only patients who can be saved and those who cannot.

  Good and evil, right and wrong, these are decided by the judiciary.

  "Put your hand out." Lan Jiuqing's words were extremely natural.

  "What's wrong?" Feng Qingchen didn't understand, but under Lan Jiuqing's persistence, she still obediently stretched out her hand.

  Cool, smooth and silky.

  Her hands are as soft as a feather, this phrase is used to describe Feng Qingchen's hands and it's absolutely right.

  Lan Jiuqing was held in his hand, and he felt a little reluctant to part with it.

  Feng Qingchen frowned unhappily: "Let go."

  Her hands are more important than her face, if they get hurt, her career as a doctor will be ruined. Surgeons make a living with their hands, and now they're in the hands of Lan Jiuqing, what if he uses too much force, she'll be the one to suffer.

  Lan Jiuqing didn't respond to Feng Qingchen, instead he grasped Feng Qingchen's hand and gently massaged it.

  Lan Jiuqing's massage was extremely skilled and just right in terms of strength.

  "It's so comfortable." Feng Qingchen let out a soft sigh.

  This is better than the old Chinese doctor's technique she was taught, instantly relieving soreness.

  "This great hero, can you teach me? My hands often ache, if I learn it, then I won't have to trouble others in the future." Feng Qingchen smiled with a friendly expression, almost as if he was about to call Lan Jiuqing his brother.

  This woman is really good at getting up early and starting work.

  Lan Jiuqing rolled her eyes in disgust.

  "You've been taught, but you still won't learn."

  "How is that possible? I'm a medical student, your technique isn't particularly impressive, how could I not learn it, it's just this strength that's hard to control." Feng Qingchen was indeed a medical professional, and as soon as Lan Jiuqing made his move, she understood the reason.

  The key is that kind of strength, warm and hot, straight into the meridians.

  If she learns it, she can definitely greatly alleviate hand fatigue and never have to worry about not being able to hold the surgical knife again.

  Lan Jiuqing didn't say a word, he just raised his head and looked at Feng Qingchen with profound and meaningful eyes.

  "No, no, I won't learn anymore." Feng Qingchen was startled and immediately withdrew his hand, but found that both hands were tightly grasped by Lan Jiuqing, unable to move...