Stop Loss

  "Who's there? Come out." Feng Qingchen took out a small surgical knife from his bosom and gripped it tightly, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

  It wasn't that she reacted quickly, but rather her nose was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. Although the smell wasn't strong, and was almost imperceptible, it still didn't escape Feng Qingchen's notice.

  "With such a sensitive reaction, how could you be calculated by others." In the darkness, Hei Yīng's silver-faced Blue Ninth Lord walked out and said with a sarcastic tone.

  What does this mean? Feng Qingchen and Lan Jiuqing both understand, isn't it saying that Feng Qingchen was plotted against and the thing about waking up at the city gate?

  This matter was like a branding iron, branded on Feng Qingchen's body, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wash it away.

  This stigma is more damaging than the "inferior citizen" stigma on Zhou Xing's body, because this stigma is intangible.

  Fortunately, Feng Qingchen's mentality was good enough. Seeing a familiar face, Feng Qingchen put down his guard. "People have accidents, horses have slips, even with high martial arts skills, one can still get injured."

  Feng Qingchen took a glance at Lan Jiuqing's wound that was seeping blood and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

  "Come with me."

  Lan Jiu hesitated for a moment, thinking of the injuries on his body, and indeed needed Feng Qingchen's treatment, so he obediently followed her in.

  "Sit properly." Feng Qingchen had been busy all day and when she came back, she saw Lan Jiuqing treating his body with such disregard, his complexion really didn't look good.

  If she had a white coat on her body, Feng Qingchen would be the legendary Iceberg Doctor at this moment.

  Lan Jiuqing furrowed his brow, his icy eyes scanning Feng Qingchen with a hint of murderous intent.

  But unexpectedly, Feng Qingchu's nerves were so dull that he didn't feel anything at all.

  Or rather, battlefield doctors who have been baptized in the war zone would not take so-called "killing aura" seriously, because they have seen too much, unless Lan Jiuqing really intends to take action.

  Feng Qingchen turned on all the lights in the room, lit three basins of water, and took out a camphor wood box.

  This box was originally used to hold jewelry, but Feng Qingchen thought the material was good and the size was suitable, so she emptied it out and used it to store some essential medicines for daily life and travel.

  After all, it's also very inconvenient to take everything out of a smart medical bag.

  Lan Jiuqing sat in the chair, watching Feng Qingchen's movements with a hint of coldness in his eyes, but as he thought about Feng Qingchen's strong vigilance, Lan Jiuqing slightly relaxed and slumped back into the chair.

  With one glance, he had taken in Feng Qingchen's entire boudoir.

  It has to be said that this is the simplest and most unadorned room that Lan Jiuqing has ever seen, without a screen, canopy, washstand or dressing room.

  As soon as I entered, I saw a large bed that occupied two-thirds of the space. The sheets were snow-white and smooth, just like they had been freshly laundered. The blue quilt was folded neatly into a square shape, like a brick, stiff and without any lines or texture.

  Then there was a dresser, on which, apart from a wooden comb and a copper mirror, there were no other things. Looking at Feng Qingchen's head again, it was indeed very simple, with her long hair tied up with a piece of cloth.

  This is the simplest dress that Lan Jiuqing has ever seen, but it's quite suitable for Feng Qingchen, looking refreshing and elegant.

  Apart from a dresser, there was a small desk and a wooden chair, which is where he sat now.

  Is this the woman's room?

  The whole room is cold and hard, not like a woman's residence. The only advantage is that it is clean, the floor is wiped to shine.

  Lan Jiuqing knew that the Feng family didn't have any maids, which means all these things were done by Feng Qingchen herself.

  This discovery allowed Lan Jiuqing's understanding of Feng Qingchen to deepen even further.

  This woman is really independent, no wonder Donglingzi Luo kicked her, not only did she not cry, but she was more elegant than anyone else.

  With such a personality, it's really a pity she was born as a woman.

  When Lan Jiuqing sighed, Feng Qingchen had already prepared the medicine, put on a mask and medical gloves, tied up her hair without a single strand out of place, and stood in front of Lan Jiuqing with a professional and rigorous posture.

  "What's wrong with you, sit properly."

  Lan Jiu's eyes widened in surprise.

  He actually lost his guard in Feng Fu.

  Damn it.

  Killing intent rises in the room.

  At this moment, Lan Jiuqing really had the idea of killing Feng Qingchen.

  A woman who can make him put down his guard is absolutely not simple.

  Feng Qing stopped abruptly, took three steps back without leaving any trace, and pulled open the distance between the two people.

  "I don't know who you are, nor do I want to. To me, you're just a patient who deserves the duty of care as a doctor. As a doctor, I really can't stand that you don't take care of your own body and even more unbearable is that the wound I painstakingly stitched up has reopened again."

  "Do you know or not, after the wound reopens, how much trouble it will cause? This is not just a simple matter of sewing it up again. If the wound becomes infected, your life will be in danger. Do you know that this behavior of yours is a disregard for your own life and also an insult to my medical skills?"

  Feng Qingchen initially only wanted to say a few words, diverting Lan Jiuqing's line of sight, not always thinking about killing her, but as she spoke, she became more and more indignant.

  Ahhhhhhh......

  She really can't stand such patients.

  She just stitched his wound yesterday, and it cracked open today.

  Adding the time it takes for anesthesia to take effect, it's like saying that as soon as he wakes up, there will be a big move. If you want to die so much, why bother finding a doctor.

  Are doctors not human beings who don't need rest?

  Especially for a doctor who has been working continuously for thirty-four hours, rest is needed.

  Cold...

  If Feng Qingchen knew that Lan Jiuqing got up as soon as she left and accompanied her for a long way, I don't know if she would be angry enough to jump her feet.

  Of course, this matter Lan Jiuqing will not say.

  He felt like this woman in front of him was about to blow her top.

  Yes, fluffy hair.

  Just like those noble ladies' pampered little dogs and cats, when they get angry, their fur stands on end, clearly having no real attacking power, yet still daring to bare their teeth at you.

  Such a woman has no ulterior motives.

  Lan Jiuqing thought about it and his murderous intent dissipated a lot.

  However, he didn't have any intention of comforting Feng Qingchen, and instead pointed at his wound saying: "Take action."

  He should be grateful that Su Wenqing found Feng Qingchen for him yesterday, otherwise he would have definitely made a mistake today.

  A hundred or so kilograms of iron sword, coincidentally hitting his wound, if you say it's an accident, he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death.

  Luckily he reacted quickly, dodging to the side just in time. Otherwise, even if Feng Qingchen's hands were skilled and the wound was stitched up tightly, it would have been useless as the sword hilt struck the wound right on target.

  Uh...

  The phoenix was swallowed by dust.

  It's like punching cotton wool.

  Phoenix Light Dust had this feeling at this time.

  Damn it.

  I've said so much, can't you give some kind of reaction?

  Alright! I see you've dispelled the idea of killing me, that's a kind of reaction too.

  Feng Qingchen comforted herself, took a deep breath, and calmed down. She put the utensils aside, picked up the medical scissors, and first cut away the clothes around Lanyu Jing's wound.

  The clothes were all stained with blood, and some even got stuck in the flesh. Feng Qingchen had to be very careful not to cut off Lan Jiuqing's flesh.

  And at this time, the lighting effect was not ordinary bad.

  Feng Qingchen was almost half-lying on Lan Jiuqing's body.

  The two bodies were very close, Feng Qingchen didn't feel anything, her full attention was on Lan Jiuqing's wound.

  Ke Lan and Jiǔ Qīng are different, aren't they?

  The faint scent of daughter fragrance, mixed with medicinal water flavor, is very special and refreshing, giving people a sense of calmness just by smelling it.

  Breathing intertwined, Lan Jiuqing felt a surge of hot air lingering around his neck.

  Normally he would never expose his weakness, but today...

  Perhaps it's just what Feng Qingchen said, believing in her strength as a doctor.

  Lan Jiuqing's eyelids slightly lifted, gazing at the enlarged face in front of him. He could even see how long and dense Feng Qingchen's eyelashes were, and how fine and white the downy hair on his face was.

  Looking at this face, Lan Jiuqing thought of the news he heard in the afternoon...