Chapter 781: Qing, Carry the Blame Will You?

Chapter 781: Chapter 781: Qing, Carry the Blame Will You?

It’s rare to attend a festival to watch a dragon boat race and still encounter a dog-blood assassination attempt, especially the kind that’s all about maneuvering behind the scenes. Song Ci felt her head was throbbing.

Nothing is more important than health. After a scare and then exerting herself to save someone, Song Ci only felt alive again once she lay on her own bed, and called Lin Qing over to check her pulse and perform acupuncture.

This old body can’t just give out now.

"You finally care about your health," Lin Qing said, unusually talkative. "I heard you pulled off some so-called emergency rescue technique again?"

Song Ci sat up with a jolt and said, "Speaking of which, I need to clear something up with you."

"What’s up, trying to make me take the blame again?" Lin Qing raised an eyebrow.

After living at the Prime Minister’s Mansion for a few years, she already understood Song Ci well. If there was anything new, especially related to medical skills, she’d attribute it to Lin Qing, commonly known as taking the blame.

Song Ci chuckled twice, "Do I look like someone who would do that? I’m just teaching you, and I haven’t even charged you a tuition fee!"

"Haha, I really should thank you then. Go ahead, what kind of emergency rescue?" Lin Qing, when it came to medical skills, always aimed for perfection.

Song Ci then explained the principles of cardiopulmonary resuscitation and artificial respiration in detail and even had her lie on the bed to demonstrate.

When she placed her hand on Lin Qing’s chest, she unconsciously pressed down, "Oh, this feels nice."

Much better than her ragged sack, damn, she’s so envious!

Lin Qing’s face flushed crimson as she glared at her, looking both shy and coy, "Please don’t do that."

Song Ci playfully hooked her chin, "How could I, I adore you too much for that!"

Nanny: "..."

The elderly lady was just being cheeky, flirting with the young woman.

Song Ci only flirted for a moment before putting away her mischief, instructing her seriously.

After a while.

Lin Qing was quite astonished, "The person had no breath left; can they really be saved with this method?"

Song Ci said, "In medicine, there’s something called false death. If emergency rescue can bring someone back from the hands of death, then it’s useful, and they can be saved. But if a person is truly dead, then rescue is useless because nobody can bring the dead back to life."

Lin Qing looked complicated and said, "But your skill, in others’ eyes, looks like bringing the dead back to life."

"That’s why I rely on you. I learned it all from you," Song Ci said, blinking.

Lin Qing: "..."

They stared at each other, whoever blinked first would lose.

Lin Qing lost and said helplessly, "So what should I tell others, where did I learn it?"

"Do you need to say? You know, doctors often have special skills not to be shared, and some doctors don’t even teach their needle techniques outside except to their own disciples," Song Ci said with a smile. "As for you passing on this emergency rescue technique, it’s just your benevolence as a doctor wanting to spread it."

"Got it, you’re just being shameless."

"Don’t talk nonsense, I’m not that kind of person!" Song Ci said seriously and righteously.

Lin Qing: "Really? Then I’m not taking the blame; you figured it out on your own!"

Song Ci immediately deflated and hugged her, acting coyly, "Oh Lin Qing, don’t be like that, we’re good sisters."

"Yeah, specifically a good sister for taking blame." The kind with an age difference.

Song Ci: "..."

Nanny watching the two clowning around was also amused.

She felt that Lin the doctor’s tranquility and integrity were being increasingly deviated by the old lady; they were both getting cheeky together.

However, it seems I’m like that too, getting more and more impudent, but it feels so relaxing.