Chapter 2411 Feng Qingchen’s Tool Man

Feng Qingchen lowered her eyes and stared coldly at the injured person.

The wounded man was covered in blood, and the hand holding Feng Qingchen's clothes stained his robe.

Feng Qingchen's eyes darkened. Normally, he would have kicked this person away, but tonight, for some unknown reason, he felt a little moved.

"Help me, help me..." The man pulled on Feng Qingchen's clothes and begged.

Feng Qingchen leaned down and looked at the man's injuries.

The limbs must be broken.

Feng Qingchen frowned slightly. He was good at breaking other people's hands and feet, but he was not good at healing them.

"An Yi!" Feng Qingchen shouted in a deep voice.

An Yi, who was not far away, quickly came forward and quickly checked and bandaged the injured person to stop the bleeding.

Anyi's movements were like flowing water, very fast and correct.

When it came time to put on the bandage, An Yi was a little embarrassed to wrap the bandage with one hand and fix it with the other.

"Master, Uncle Feng, can you give me a hand?" An Yi raised his eyes and asked.

Feng Qingchen stood still.

He left this man alive even though the sun was rising from the west. Do you still need his help?

"Hurry up, Uncle Feng!" An Yi was anxious. There were still a bunch of injured waiting here, and there were endless cries and ouchies all around.

Feng Qingchen slowly stretched out her jade-white fingers and supported the back of An Yi's hand.

An Yi was startled and looked at the injured man's arm: "He's holding the injured man so I can apply a bandage!"

"Dirty!" One word popped out of Feng Qingchen's thin lips.

Anyi sighed, she was crazy to want this man's help.

An Yi bit the bandage with one hand, fixed the end of the bandage with the other, and wrapped it slowly.

And Uncle Feng Qingchen and Feng stood nearby and watched.

After the injured was taken care of, An Yi stood up and walked forward. Uncle Feng stood still and stood in front of him.

Anyi looked down at the ground.

There were more than a dozen injured people lying side by side on the ground, and the only gap was the patch of land where Feng Qingchen was standing.

There was an emergency patient in front who kept vomiting blood. He probably injured his head. Qin Yanran couldn't figure it out.

An Yi said helplessly: "Uncle Feng, please give way!"

Feng Qingchen still stood there without moving, pointed at the skirt of clothes stained by the injured person and said in a deep voice: "Choose!"

Anyi was startled, what to choose?

"His life is to wash my clothes, choose one!" Feng Qingchen said in a low voice.

An Yi almost vomited out a mouthful of blood. She had just bandaged the injured person after spending a long time. This man wanted to kill that person again just for a piece of clothing?

"Washing clothes!" An Yi said through gritted teeth. The injured person over there was already vomiting blood. If he were one step later, he would be dead. An Yi couldn't care anymore, hugged Feng Qingchen, and spun him around. , jumping from here to there.

Feng Qingchen was startled. She never thought that one day she would also be the tool, and she was stunned for a moment.

An Yi flew in the air and looked up to see the man's shocked eyes. Her face was so close to the man's face. If it weren't for the coldness in her eyes...

Anyi's feet landed on the ground, and without thinking anymore, he turned around and checked the back of the man's head.

"Intracranial hemorrhage has caused an obvious brain space-occupying effect. If we don't perform craniotomy, I'm afraid..." An Yi whispered. Before he could finish speaking, the patient vomited more and more blood.

An Yi frowned. This dynasty really didn't have the conditions for a craniotomy, but she couldn't do it while watching this man die...