Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1128 It’s time for Chitose Master to return to court

Lie Jiuqing frowned when he mentioned this.

Izuku Wei's lips tightened.

Lie Jiuqing seemed to have some misunderstanding about Wen Rong.

How could a man who could kill an assassination group of a hundred people with only martial arts without relying on internal strength be physically weak?
However, Lie Jiuqing felt that Wen Rong needed to be taken care of.

"Well, I have been in poor health these past few days, and his temper has become weird. Don't provoke him."

Chu Wei heard her complaints and helplessness bit by bit, and closed his fingertips. She really tried her best towards Wen Rong, because if she tried too hard, she would be easily deceived.

He said hoarsely: "Yes."

Lie Jiuqing looked at it seriously and asked a few questions from time to time, and Chu Wei answered them one by one.

When leaving, Lie Jiuqing was still studying.

Just like facing Wen Rong's prescription, she was so meticulous, as if it was a big deal.

When Wen Rong woke up, it was time to drink medicine.

With sleepy eyes, he turned over slowly, hugged a corner of the quilt, and looked at Lie Jiuqing blankly.

"Qingqing..."

Just now, he had some bad dreams, all of which he saw in the Imperial Tomb Formation.

He raised his hand, and Lie Jiuqing handed it over, "What's wrong?"

Wen Rong hooked her fingers and pulled her to his side.

Lie Jiuqing's real warmth came from the palm of his hand, and Wen Rong woke up from his dream, "I don't want to drink medicine, okay?"

Lie Jiuqing also drinks medicine every day, but she is a medicine person and does not use medicine as frequently as Wen Rong.

She also felt distressed, but Wen Rong's body bones could only be maintained by medicine, and now they couldn't be broken even in a day.

She coaxed Wen Rong softly, "Grandpa knows that the situation in the DPRK and China is not good, and the medicines he prescribes for you can help you recover as quickly as possible. The course of treatment cannot be interrupted. Just be patient and stop drinking it when you are ready."

Hearing this, Wen Rong's throat rolled, and her eyes darkened, "You...you want me to leave quickly like grandpa?" "Grandpa likes you more than me, how can he chase you away?"

Lie Jiuqing laughed, and while helping him sit up, he said softly: "I know you have something to do, just like I have something to do, and I can't really lock you up."

Wen Rong's fingers intertwined with hers, and with a little force, "Just lock me up..."

If he was locked up and could see her every day, he would have nothing to fear.

Wen Rong's voice was so soft that Lie Jiuqing didn't hear it clearly, "Did you say something?"

Wen Rong's lips tightened and he buried his face on her shoulder, "I don't want to drink medicine, not even a sip."

In the past few days, every time Wen Rong drank medicine, Lie Jiuqing had to coax her for a while, which made her feel distressed and funny.

She gently touched his long hair and said, "Honey, I secretly added a lot of licorice to you, it shouldn't be so bitter."

Wen Rong frowned and stopped for a long time after taking a sip.

Lie Jiuqing was cautious and waited for him to finish drinking before he breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, Gu Qian added three strong medicines in order to force out the retained poisonous blood clots accumulated in Wen Rong's heart veins.

She originally disagreed, fearing that she would accidentally hurt his heart again, but Yang Junchi in the court was extremely ambitious, and the civil and military officials had repeatedly impeached him. If this continued, Wen Rong would only become more passive.

He had to get better as soon as possible and couldn't stay so weak.

After Wen Rong drank the medicine, the light in his eyes disappeared little by little. He whispered sleepily: "Qingqing, I'm going to sleep for a while. When I wake up, I want to drink peach blossom wine..."

"it is good."

Wen Rong fell into a slumber, and Lie Jiuqing rubbed his face and whispered, "If you take a nap, it won't be so painful when you wake up."

After walking out of the room, the old slave beside Gu Qian was waiting in front of the door, "Miss, is Master Xiao Rong asleep?"

"Ah."

The old slave sighed: "The darkroom has been sorted out for you, but the master is a little angry. He doesn't want you to take risks for Master Xiao Rong."

(End of this chapter)