Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1959 Tribulation (33)

Royal Palace.

At this time, Changxin Palace.

The palace doors are closed and the windows are tight.

Winter is bleak and windy.

The maids and eunuchs walked in and out of the door in a hurry, carrying water basins.

In the basin, the clean warm water was soaked with blood.

The towel was covered with black pus and blood, which was sticky and smelly, and it was once caked.

The maids went in with clean water, and soon came out with basins full of blood.

In the palace, the crying sound like killing a pig was shrill and painful.

Crying, shouting, and struggling.

The sound of porcelain falling to the ground.

"Get out of here—all of them should be out of the way for this king—"

"Let me die—let me die—let me die!"

"Ah!!! It hurts—"

The imperial physicians carried the medicine boxes and went in one after another.

Outside the palace, the empress, dressed in Chinese clothes, had red eyes and an anxious expression.

"What's going on? What's going on?!"

"Isn't it not painful? Why is it like this again now!?"

The personal maid supported her, also with a worried expression on her face.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, don't worry."

"The imperial doctor has already gone in, there is no problem, there should be no problem."

"The doctor—"

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

The head of the Tai Hospital came out of the palace dripping with sweat.

In such a hurry, I almost didn't pay attention to the threshold and almost tripped over.

The eunuchs guarding the door were quick-eyed and helped him up.

"Mother... Your Majesty... Six... His Highness the Sixth——"

"How is he?!"

The queen empress rushed forward, her voice passionate.

"Tell me! What happened to him!?"

The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his forehead, stuttering.

"Six...His Highness Six's legs..."

"Originally, it was connected, and...it was going to heal...but——"

But somehow, overnight—

His leg followed the original cut and broke again.

Bleeding profusely, the broken leg was thrown to the ground.

He fainted from the pain and was not found until this morning.

They rushed to the emergency rescue and worked hard for three hours before they managed to connect and stopped the bleeding.

The imperial physician stumbled and said, "Your Majesty, His Highness Six's legs... I have tried my best."

"The right leg has been connected, but it still needs to be observed for a few more days."

"His Highness the Sixth Highness is now emotionally agitated, and the ministers have already prescribed medicines to calm the nerves and relieve pain."

"Please rest assured, my lord, I will try my best to heal Your Highness."

The empress pushed him away and broke in.

"Li'er—"

Her voice choked with enthusiasm for a moment.

"My poor Li'er—"

"What exactly is going on?!"

The smell of blood in the room almost drove her crazy.

Two months, two full months!

Li'er's leg was connected and then broken, disconnected and then connected, connected and then broken.

On and on and on, seemingly endless.

She threw herself on the side of the bed, with tears in her eyes, and grabbed Zhongli's hand.

Sad and mournful.

"Li'er..."

The poor sixth prince has already cried to the point that he has no strength left.

Coupled with the excessive blood loss, the severe pain in the legs came and went, torturing him, both physically and mentally.

He was lying on the bed with a pale face.

The originally strong body completely weakened in just two months.

Can't eat, can't drink water.

It shriveled up like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle.

Limp, pale lips.

Even though it was a cold winter, he was sweating profusely from the pain.

Weak and weak, his eyes were so tortured that he stared blankly ahead.

Dying, as if he was about to die.

(End of this chapter)