Chapter 67: Feeding the Medicine

Imperial Physician Wei shouted, "Eh, eh...... Stop, stop, it's terrible for you to feed her like this. ”

The maid was so frightened that she knelt down and shouted: "The slave should die, the slave should die......"

"Stand down, this king will feed him personally."

"Yes." The maid did not dare to raise her head, so she bent down and retreated.

Imperial Physician Wei also walked out with a knowing acquaintance, Meng Qi was still there, Imperial Physician Wei walked two steps and came back to drag him, and dragged him out.

Xuanyuan Po got up and sat on the edge of the bed, helped Xiyan up, and pressed her back against his chest......

Time and space overlap, eleven years ago, a little boy held his mother in the same position.

He closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment before reaching for the medicine on the wooden table, his hands still shaking, and the sound of ping-pong between the spoon and the bowl sounded.

In my mind, the white fat little hand eleven years ago was also trembling like this to feed my mother to drink the medicine, but unfortunately my mother didn't swallow a mouthful, and it all overflowed.

"Vomit ......" Xiyan vomited and spit it all out, pulling Xuanyuan Po's thoughts back to the present.

Xuanyuan Po pulled up his sleeves and wiped them for her at a loss, Xiyan finished vomiting, his heart was a little relieved, and his voice was clearer than before.

"Master, help...... Help me...... There is a snake, Yan Yan's leg hurts so much, Shigong, Shigong ......"

No wonder she was so panicked when she saw the snake last time, Xuanyuan Po stroked the broken hair on her forehead, and said softly: "I'm here, the snake is dead, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...... Don't be afraid...... Good ......"

This trick really worked, and Xiyan slowly quieted down, but the shortness of breath was not even yet. He said more gently than before: "Yan Yan is good, it won't hurt if you drink the medicine, you have to be obedient and drink well." ”

This time I finally fed it, taking a small sip, drinking very slowly but not wasting a drop.

After Xiyan drank the medicine, Xuanyuan Po calmed down, laid her flat, and tucked the quilt corners.

Although Xuanyuan Po was strong, he was too tired, and he hadn't slept peacefully since Xiyan took poison. Just wanted to squint, Xi Yan began to talk in his dreams again: "Xuanyuan Po, you bastard, I'm going to kill you...... Kill you......"

This sentence was often shouted after Xiyan was teased by Xuanyuan Po, and it was about to become her mantra for this period of time, but it had a different taste in the ears of the person concerned.

Originally, when he heard that Xiyan still had himself in his dream, Xuanyuan Po revealed a trace of happiness in his heart, but the words behind him made him fall from the clouds to the bottom in an instant. He couldn't help but think, "Does she really hate me so much?" Did I really make her hurt? ”

In the past, women did everything possible to please him, and told him how important he was by his side every day, so he has always had no fear of women, and he can tease as much as he wants. Probably she really went too far, causing her to be ruined now, how could she not hate herself. Or, for no other reason, they just hated him as a person.

Xuanyuan Po had never been disgusted by a woman to this point, and said to herself: "If I really upset you so much, then ......

……

On the second day, Xiyan's eyes moved left and right in the package of his eyelids, and he reluctantly opened his eyes, and what caught his eye was an acacia flower inserted in an enamel vase.

The hunger in her belly made her happy, at least she still felt alive.

"Water...... Give me a glass of water......" Xiyan shouted weakly.

The dozing maid at the desk slept very lightly, how dare she be careless about what the prince told her, so this faint voice immediately woke her up.

"Miss Yan, are you awake? That's great...... Go and call Imperial Doctor Wei. "This girl is sixteen or seventeen years old, and she looks a little steady. When she shouted, a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl at the door let out a "hitch" and ran away.