The festering wound seemed to spread visibly to the naked eye, and if it continued like this, the whole arm would be useless.

Bai An didn't dare to look at it more, and got up to tie Tang Wan's hair, "The emperor poisoned him?" ”

"Go and ask someone to carry him to the side hall, and then go and call the imperial doctor."

"Yes."

Yan Ting was at the mercy of others, carried all the way from Wen Xiangchi to the side hall of the Emperor's Dragon Yin Palace, Tang Wan followed him, wanting to see when he would stop pretending, but he didn't want to, he really calmed down.

"You can't pretend to be asleep, do you?" She muttered softly, and hurried back to the inner sanctum, her hair wet and uncomfortable.

Behind him, the corners of Yan Ting's eyebrows twitched fiercely.

She knew everything.

However, Yan Ting was still puzzled, how did she recognize him when he was wearing a night suit that day?

It didn't help to call the doctor, he was still waiting patiently.

Tang Wan dried his hair with the help of Bai An, retied the crown, and when he walked to the side hall, several imperial doctors came helplessly.

"Your Majesty, the injured ministers of the waiting master are waiting to scrape off the rotten flesh and then apply the medicine, but it is useless, and the minister suspects that someone has put a cup on the waiting master."

"Nonsense!" What is not a cup, Tang Wan glared at him angrily.

Another imperial physician immediately said: "Your Majesty, if the injury continues to fester, it may endanger your life, but it is really not possible, so you can only treat it conservatively." ”

"What's a conservative law?"

"If you really can't stop the skin from ulcerating, you can only cut off the ...... of the waiting master"

The Imperial Doctor didn't dare to continue.

Tang Wan's eyelids twitched, her little iron knife was just tetanus at most, right? It must have been the underdevelopment of medicine in ancient times, or it was a deliberate bitter trick by Yan Ting?

After all, if he assassinated the emperor, if he was replaced by someone else, he would definitely be punished for a serious crime.

Tang Wan groaned a few times, and waved his hand irritably: "You all go down." ”

"The ministers are leaving." The doctors came out in a row.

Bai An stepped forward and glanced at the direction of Ding'anhou, and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, and the slave maid has sent someone to guard Ding'anhou, so you go and rest first." ”

"Can't sleep, what the hell is he thinking?" Tang Wan was a little irritable, and raised his feet and walked to the side of the bed.

Bai An wanted to dissuade him, but in the end he shut up and quietly stayed outside the hall.

"Arise, and I will forgive you without sin." Stop making bitter tricks!

She stared at him condescendingly, he was still asleep, Tang Wan gradually collapsed, she sat down on the edge of the bed, frowned at him, and suddenly reached out and pinched his face.

"Master, what are you doing?" Dandan, standing on top of Tang Wan's head, looked at her movements strangely.

"It's nothing, I just want to make him ugly." It seems that he is really unconscious, not pretended.

She pinched so hard that her entire face was deformed......

"Why?" Dan Dan is still puzzled.

"You don't understand, go to sleep."

"Oh, but the master must save him."

How can she save her? Tang Wan sighed, her hand was still on his face, but she couldn't help but lighten her strength, the tips of her fingers gently brushed his eyebrows, his mouth and nose, when pressed on his thin lips, she withdrew her hand, her heart seemed to be burned, and her heartbeat couldn't help but be controlled.

Even if she saves him, it's only because of the law of the male protagonist's immortality, not because she can't bear him!

Tang Wan bit her lip to persuade herself, reached out and picked up his arm, and looked at the injury carefully, if it was not good, it would really be like what the imperial doctor said, either die or cut off his hand.

What's wrong with the reverse thorn?