The only belief in the ghost doctor Songkang in his life is to live in medical skills and die in medical skills. As long as he can constantly explore the higher level of medical skills, he is willing to do whatever he wants.

But at the same time, he is a very proud and charming person. He doesn't like ordinary people. Even the miraculous doctor Yao Xian thinks that those tricks are nothing at all, and they are far from him.

But such a proud person fell into Feng Yuheng's hands. The Ji'an County Lord refreshed his understanding of the medical field again and again. Last time he was in Xiangwang Mansion, and now he was once again. When Feng Yuheng taught him how to inject infusion, intramuscular injection, and intravenous injection, and then told him how to use Western medicine that did not belong to this era, let alone become a disciple, he would do it even if he recognized his mother Songkang.

Of course, Feng Yuheng didn't want to have such an old son. She just hoped that Songkang could master the most basic medical skills of the 21st century as soon as possible, and then help her share these patients, so that she could free up her hands to treat those patients with worse injuries.

Fortunately, Songkang has a very strong ability to accept medical concepts and will soon be able to help Feng Yuheng share his worries alone. Although some details are not very standardized, he has no time to practice too much at this time. He basically just drives the ducks on the shelves, as long as he doesn't make any mistakes.

Some soldiers received disinfectant from Feng Yuheng and took it to each tent to spray it. At first, people were very resistant to this smell. It was not until Xuan Tianming personally explained the effects to them that it was accepted by people. Xuan Tiange also gave the soldiers the cooked porridge and distributed it to the refugees.

The princess, how could she cook porridge? Fortunately, she brought the girl, the porridge was not delicious, but it could be drunk. As long as the refugees had a bite of food, they would not cause trouble. What's more, the soldiers also specifically emphasized that it was cooked by Princess Wuyang himself. This grace alone was enough to touch people, and they would not be picky about whether it was good or not. What's more, Feng Yuheng later contributed longan lotus seeds and red dates, and all the porridge were cooked. The poor refugees were afraid that they had never eaten such good things when they were in trouble in their hometown.

It was a whole day, from morning to night, until late at night, that Feng Yuheng finally sutured the wound of the last patient.

She stood up and suddenly shook her. Maybe she had been squatting for a long time, and a dizziness hit her head. Someone behind her helped her, and a faint sandalwood entered her nose, covering up the smell of disinfectant water in the tent.

Feng Yuheng was stunned. The familiar smell of sandalwood suddenly made a figure reflect an image in her mind - "Brother Seven?" She turned around suddenly and saw Xuan Tianhua standing in front of her with long hair half-wetland. "Why are you here?" She subconsciously looked behind him. Sure enough, Yu Qianyin was there too.

But Yu Qianyin covered her nose with a veil, looked anxious and panic-looking. She grabbed Xuan Tianhua's sleeve with one hand and kept pulling it. She also hurriedly advised: "Go back quickly, it smells so smelly here."

Xuan Tianhua, who had always been calm, finally felt bored. He closed his arms and broke his sleeves out of Yu Qianyin's hand.

Yu Qianyin was reluctant to persuade him, but heard Feng Yuheng say, "Brother Qi, go back."

Xuan Tianhua didn't respond, but just looked at the girl standing in front of him, feeling distressed for no reason. After only a few days of sight, why did she lose weight? Her eye sockets were deeply trapped? "You didn't sleep all night last night." He pointed out Feng Yuheng's condition directly, and then said to himself: "If you want to save more people, you must take care of yourself first. If the doctor falls down, your patient will never expect you."

"I know." Feng Yuheng nodded, reached out and grabbed Xuan Tianhua's arm and said to him: "Similarly, if there is a chaos in the capital, no matter how many people I save, it will be meaningless. Brother Qi, you and Xuan Tianming must not leave Beijing at the same time. You know, go back quickly."

Yu Qianyin also urged him: "Yes, go back quickly, I heard there will be germs here, Brother Qi, look--" She pointed to the wounded patients in this tent and said: "How terrible they are, and so dirty, Brother Qi, let's go back quickly!"

Xuan Tianhua seemed to have not heard Yu Qianyin's words, and didn't even look at her. She just stared at Feng Yuheng and said, "I understand, just come out to see you. Don't worry, I will definitely guard Ming'er in the capital. You... take care of yourself."

After he finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer and turned around and left. Yu Qianyin chased after him, but he didn't forget to look back at Feng Yuheng and said, "Thank you!" His face was relaxed, and even raised a smile.

Feng Yuheng suddenly frowned, and an immature thought arose in his heart, but he was unable to confirm, so he could only temporarily suppress it. She called Xuan Tianhua: "Brother Seven, wait a moment."

She called the person and quickly stepped forward, trying to say a few words to Xuan Tianhua, but Yu Qianyin was determined to let Xuan Tianhua go quickly. Seeing that she called the person again, she immediately became unhappy. As soon as Xuan Tianhua stopped, she grabbed his arm and pulled it out of the tent, and said loudly: "Brother Seven, let's go!"

Feng Yuheng's steps stopped suddenly. Xuan Tianhua stared at the hands holding his arm, even more bored. But Yu Qianyin couldn't see it, and she kept saying, "The danger in the refugee camp. You have never experienced it. You don't know. Refugees are most likely to have riots. Once they are riots, they will be dying and will do whatever they want. Even if there is no riot, look—" She pointed to the wounded in this place, her eyes were deep, "Once the disease is lesions, it is an uncontrollable epidemic." Yu Qianyin put away the appearance that was somewhat similar to Feng Yuheng and looked at Feng Yuheng with a serious face: "I know that Ji'an County Master is good at medical skills, but I must ask you, Brother Qi took the risk to see you, can you ensure that he is safe?"

Feng Yuheng wanted to say something, but was stopped by Xuan Tianhua. He looked at Yu Qianyin, waved his arm suddenly, got rid of her hands, and shook his head slightly, and said, "I have never hated someone so much in my life. Yu Qianyin, you are the first one." He had no intention of talking to the woman, and turned to ask Feng Yuheng: "What's wrong?"

Feng Yuheng smiled bitterly, stepped forward two steps, took out a pill from his sleeve and said, "I can guarantee that you are safe and sound."

While speaking, Huangquan, who had already returned to her, immediately handed over water. Xuan Tianhua took the pill and put it in his mouth, took a sip of water, and said to Yu Qianyin: "Aheng won't harm me, let alone put me in danger. She is also noble in her status, but she still goes with her to save her people from water and fire. Yu Qianyin, what qualifications do you have to compare with her?"

He turned around and left the account, and said nothing more.

Yu Qianyin was stunned for a moment, and then was about to follow her, but she heard Feng Yuheng say behind her: "Faced with the natural disaster of Dashun, Miss Yu can still laugh easily. Faced with tens of thousands of refugees, Miss Yu is more experienced than Brother Qi. Since she has experienced such a disaster, can you still laugh when your country suffers from natural disasters?"

Yu Qianyin stopped walking and turned around to look at Feng Yuheng, but saw that the other person had no intention of talking to her anymore. She had already turned around and brought food to an injured child. She wanted to ask what Feng Yuheng meant just now, but suddenly remembered Xuan Tianhua's words, "What qualifications do you have to compare with her?" Yu Qianyin never felt that she was much worse than Feng Yuheng, but now standing here, seeing that Tong Yuheng, who is the same age as her, already has a medical skill and can save the people from water and fire. What qualifications do she have to compare with such a person?

Huang Quan stood by and looked at Yu Qianyin, and coldly reminded: "Miss Yu isn't leaving quickly? Our lady doesn't have any extra pills for you. If you get any incurable disease, don't cry and come to ask for help."

Yu Qianyin was slightly frightened, and stomped her feet and quickly ran to chase Xuan Tianhua.

Feng Yuheng ignored her and just sat by the bed to feed a little boy chocolate. In order to ensure the serious injury, she secretly took out a lot of chocolates, especially for children, who always had to stuff a few more pieces. People only knew that this was a sweet medicine, but they didn't know what it was. She had no intention of explaining that treating so many patients had already exhausted her.

Finally able to leave the clinic, Huang Quan accompanied her back to the resting tent. Xuan Tiange and Bai Furong had collapsed on the camp bed and fell asleep to death. Huang Quan asked her in a low voice: "Miss, suspect that Yu Qianyin is not a Dashun native?"

Feng Yuheng smiled bitterly, "If she was a Dashun person, she would be so heartless. She could still laugh when the people suffered such a disaster." Seeing that Huang Quan wanted to ask again, she waved her hands repeatedly, "Don't ask, Brother Qi has his own reasons for doing things. We just need to believe that he can handle it well."

She looked tired and always had the impulse to plunge into the space, take a hot bath, and have a good sleep on the bed in the lounge. But it doesn't work. Everyone is suffering. She can't enter the space alone to enjoy it, otherwise she will feel uneasy, let alone Xuan Tianming is still outside.

"Have your highness not come back yet?" she asked Huang Quan, "When is it now?"

Huang Quan sighed and said, "It's past midnight, and some refugees are feeling excited. Your Highness is comforting one by one. Before I entered the clinic, I saw Your Highness. He said that the lady would rest first after finishing her work, so she didn't have to wait for him."

Feng Yuheng wanted to wait, but she really didn't have the energy. She didn't sleep all night last night, and she had been busy for another day today. At this time, she was already sore in the waist and back. She had no intention of washing up, and lay on the corpse on the bed next to Xuan Tiange. Before she fell asleep, she used her last little strength to say to Huang Quan: "You and Wangchuan should also rest early."

She fell asleep so deeply. I don’t know how long she had been sleeping, but suddenly she heard a man in the tent. Feng Yuxing didn’t react and wanted to get up to see it. She moved and gently covered her arm with her big hand. Then she whispered in her ear: “Don’t be afraid, it’s me.” She felt at ease in an instant.

In the tent, Xuan Tianming was talking to the ghost doctor Song Kang, and the sound of telling the soldiers that she was telling her to make an order. She vaguely heard the explanation that she would burn the body to be concentrated in the morning, and no one would talk again after that.

Soon, someone squeezed to her side, wrapped her arms around her from outside, and someone's chin was pressed against her hairline. Feng Yuheng smelled the familiar rosin, and the corners of his lips were smiling, and the person shrank into the arms again.

I heard another sound coming from my ears, and I was saying to her softly: "Go to sleep, I'm here."

She fell asleep again under the instigation of this voice. She slept very well. Even Xuan Tiange and Bai Furong got up in the early morning without hearing any sound. Until Wangchuan woke her up in a hurry and said to her - "Miss, something happened."
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