Chenwang's Mansion

As soon as Feng Wuwu walked out of the jade chariot, Mo Zichen hurriedly greeted him.

He dragged his injured leg and limped in front of Feng Wuwu, anxious, "Wuwu, look at Ye Qiao!" In the evening, she was still arguing with the king, and after a long time, she lay motionless on the couch, and even had no pulse. ”

"What did she eat today?"

"The king had supper with her. After dinner, I also ate the tea break pastries sent by Lingfeng Restaurant. ”

"Take me to see it."

Feng Wuwu's expression was solemn, although she knew a little about medical skills, she was not proficient.

She did work as a male doctor for a while before the crossing.

Therefore, what she is best at is still suspicious of "male" miscellaneous diseases.

Ji Mo Zichen was like a savior, and excitedly held Feng Wuwu's hand, "Thanks to you." I don't know how to thank you. ”

Seeing this, Tie Shou wrote quite seriously on the small notebook he carried with him, "King Chen forcibly pulled the princess's little hand despite the princess's refusal."

Feng Wuwu's head was full of black lines, and he hurriedly snatched the small book in Tie Shou's arms, "Such a small matter, can you tell him?" ”

Tie Shou sneered and smiled, "The task assigned by the king, the subordinates should do their best to record everything in detail. ”

"Not allowed!"

Feng Wuwu was afraid that Jun Mo would be jealous, and began to "toss" her endlessly.

Ji Mo Zichen shivered coldly, took the small notebook, and threw it into a charcoal fire in a corner of the inner room.

Everyone knows that the courtiers in the east know that the most precious thing about Jun Mo is the newly married princess, and the vinegar is staggering.

Not long ago, Jun Moran inexplicably ate the vinegar of Jimo Yinren, and casually asked Jimo Yinren to copy the "Tao Te Ching" ten thousand times.

It is said that Jimo Yinren has not finished copying it so far.

As soon as he stepped into the inner room, he saw Ye Qiao lying upright on the couch, his face was like ashes, lifeless.

Feng Wuwu's brows furrowed slightly, just looking at Ye Qiao's appearance, there is a chance that he can't be saved.

She took a deep breath and sat down beside Ye Qiao gently, trying to take her pulse.

At this moment, Imperial Physician Liang, who was kneeling on the ground, stroked his beard with one hand and said with great determination, "Princess Xiyue has died of anger, and dozens of imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital are helpless. Doesn't the princess not believe in our medical skills? ”

Imperial Physician Liang's tone was a little contemptuous.

Feng Wuwu's methods, he has naturally seen it.

But he really didn't believe that such a yellow-haired little girl as Feng Wuwu could bring Ye Qiao back to life.

As soon as Imperial Physician Liang spoke, the Imperial Physicians kneeling behind him also echoed, "Yes." If there is a way to save people, we should do our best. It's just that the princess of Xiyue has run out of life, although there are no other signs, but the possibility of running out of oil and lights cannot be ruled out. ”

When Mo Zichen heard this, he instantly became angry.

He grabbed the imperial doctor's collar with one hand and said angrily, "She is in her twenty-eighth year, how can she run out of oil?" ”

Feng Wuwu ignored it, she first checked Ye Qiao's pulse, and then reached out to probe her snort.

Ji Mo Zichen was so anxious that he fidgeted, he suddenly opened the collar of the imperial doctor, half-squatted in front of the couch, and asked Feng Wuwu anxiously, "How is it?" Can it still be saved? ”

"All out."

Feng Wuwu said in a deep voice, and then probed Ye Qiao's heartbeat.

All the imperial doctors thought that Feng Wuwu was bluffing, and although they didn't say it explicitly, they were very unconvinced in their hearts.

However, the official level crushed people to death.

Feng Wuwu is not only the regent princess, but also the general of the Hussars in the east, and they dare not disobey her orders.

Therefore, as soon as she spoke, everyone got up and walked out of the house.

Seeing that Feng Wuwu put his hand into Ye Qiao's front placket, Mo Zichen was a little unhappy in his heart, "Wuwu, don't take the opportunity to take advantage of her." This king has not moved..."

Feng Wuwu didn't pay attention to him, and then gently opened Ye Qiao's eyes.

"There's something special about it." Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she looked at Ye Qiao on the couch with a pale face and closed eyes in a slightly confused manner.

"Is she really hopeless?"

Ji Mo Zichen howled and cried, he never thought that the lively and playful Ye Qiao would go in such a hurry.

The imperial doctors who were waiting outside the house heard Jimo Zichen's cry, and their expressions became very subtle.

As healers, they were unable to save the lives of their patients, and they did feel some regret in their hearts.

However, Ye Qiao's death just proves that Feng Wuwu does not have much real talent in terms of medical skills.

This point has somewhat made these self-proclaimed imperial doctors find some comfort.

In the inner room, that is, Mo Zichen was close to madness.

He frequently hit the curtain in front of the couch and cried bitterly, "It's all to blame on this king!" If this king is willing to return to Xiyue with her earlier, she will not be left in a foreign land. ”

Feng Wuwu supported his forehead with one hand and muttered unconsciously, "No pulse, no snort, no heartbeat, but the pupils are still intact, and there is no sign of spreading." It's a bit tricky indeed. ”

"Worry-free, what are you talking about, why can't this king understand?"

Ji Mo Zichen tapped his forehead irritably, and he said bitterly, "Blame this king for being obsessed with beauty and not doing his job for many years. If you make good use of that time to study your medical skills, you may be able to come in handy when it matters most. ”

(End of chapter)