On the wedding night, the space doctor made the crippled king stand up

Chapter 7 This is medical skill, not magical skill

Seeing Feng Molin's displeasure, Xiao Qingqing didn't want to offend this living king of hell, so she shut up and concentrated on giving him acupuncture treatments.

At this moment in Shangshu's mansion, Bai Yuzhu was listening to the maid's words, and the handkerchief in her hand was already kneaded into shape.

"Who is her mother? She is worthy of being named Madam Gaoming. A lowly person is worthy of climbing on top of me!"

Bai Yuzhu's face turned ferocious when she thought of the decree coming from the palace. She was the daughter of a dignified grandmaster and had such a noble status but she didn't have a royal title, but that bitch did. Why didn't she make it clear that people would laugh at her?

"Madam, please don't be angry. Don't let your anger break your body. He's just a dead person. What's the use of having an imperial edict when people are dead." A confidant maid beside her pinched Bai Yuzhu's shoulders and spoke to comfort her.

Bai Yuzhu's eyes narrowed, and he slapped his hand heavily on the table and shouted angrily: "You mean I'm not as good as a dead person?"

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, the maid was so frightened that she knelt down and begged for mercy.

"What made Madam so angry? Is it because the servants did not serve her well?"

A deep voice came from the door. When I looked up, I saw that the figure had arrived at the door and was looking at the situation inside the house. The maid was kneeling with her head buried in the ground, not daring to raise her head.

As soon as she saw the visitor, Bai Yuzhu's face turned into a look of tenderness and anger. She stood up and came to Xiao Canghai's side to hold his arm: "Husband, you can't blame this servant for this."

As he spoke, he winked at the maid who was still kneeling on the ground.

The maid hurriedly got up and took everyone in the room down with her. Bai Yuzhu and Xiao Canghai were left in the room.

Xiao Canghai took her hand with a look of distress on his face: "I'm so angry with you. The injury on my hand is just right. Why should you be so angry? Just punish me if you don't like it. Don't hurt yourself."

Looking at the hand that was just right, it was the one that was injured by Xiao Qingqing on the day of Xiao Qingqing's wedding, and there was a fierce look in his eyes.

Like mother, like daughter, neither Xiao Qingqing nor her daughter is good.

Bai Yuzhu didn't speak, but tears rolled in her eyes, and her voice was slightly choked: "It's okay, it's already fine, but I feel extremely sad when I think about the rumors outside. Now Xiao Qingqing relies on the fact that she is the Princess of Beihuang, and her mother has given her the title Madam Gaoming, she no longer takes our Shangshu Mansion seriously."

"It has been a few days since she came back, and she has not seen anyone yet. After all, she is from our Shangshu Mansion, how can she be so careless about our Shangshu Mansion? Rumors are spreading around the outside world. I think she will come back because of the rumors. "Bai Yuzhu sighed deeply, as if he was thinking about Shangshu Mansion.

Bai Yuzhu withdrew her hand and poured tea for Xiao Canghai herself. She looked at his expression with her eyes and made secret calculations.

Xiao Canghai frowned and was silent for a long time. He also knew that Xiao Qingqing's mother had embarrassed her by naming her the royal wife: "Madam is thoughtful, I will not let that rebellious woman destroy our Shangshu Mansion. This rebellious woman also It’s time to crack down hard.”

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"Use your power and try to feel your legs. Do you feel anything?"

In the room, Xiao Qingqing twisted the silver needle to guide Feng Molin.

Feng Molin held his breath and concentrated, trying to follow the words, frowning, but the feeling in his eyes was never there, his legs seemed to no longer exist, and beads of sweat flowed out from his forehead, until he gave up in the end with no results.

As he shook his head, Feng Yi stood aside and his nervousness turned into disappointment.

After all, the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Xiao Qingqing remained calm, stepped forward and took out the silver needles, disinfected them one by one with candlelight and put them back.

"Why is there no success at all?" Feng Yi asked anxiously.

Feng Molin slowly closed his eyes. He had become accustomed to being unable to move his legs for so many years, but his ears moved slightly, wanting a reply from Xiao Qingqing.

Even though she understood what Feng Yi was thinking and hoped Feng Molin would get better, she still couldn't help but give him a roll of her eyes: "This is medical skill, not fairy skill. Don't get confused."

Feng Yi was a little embarrassed, knowing that he was too anxious, so he took two steps back and took good care of Feng Molin. "A disease that has lasted for many years cannot be cured in an instant. Everything has to take time. Since I said it can be cured, it will be cured. It depends on whether the prince is willing to believe it and whether he is willing to cooperate."

Xiao Qingqing reminded Feng Molin.

Knowing that he was too impatient, Feng Molin said nothing and closed his eyes to rest.

Xiao Qingqing packed her things, told him to have a good rest, and then left to prepare medicine for Feng Molin.

During this period, Feng Yi helped Feng Molin bathe and change clothes.

"My lord, is she really reliable?" Feng Yi still couldn't trust Xiao Qingqing.

Feng Molin opened his eyes. It was clear that the eyes were cloudy and dull, but it gave people a sense of oppression, making people dare not look directly.

"It doesn't hurt to trust her once."

Although the treatment this time had no effect, he clearly felt that the previous eye treatment was effective.

When Feng Molin opened his mouth, Feng Yi said nothing more.

Half an hour later, Xiao Qingqing walked in with a bowl of medicine.

Feng Molin was wearing a white tunic and sitting on a wheelchair, with three thousand black hairs scattered randomly. Coupled with his pale skin that had not seen the sun all year round, his sickly appearance gave him a bit of lazy and evil beauty. With the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, Scattered, like a banished immortal falling into the mortal world.

Xiao Qingqing was slightly absent-minded, but she regained consciousness as he coughed slightly, and placed the medicine bowl in front of him: "Drink the medicine."

The strong bitter taste hit his face and filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but frown, with a hint of disgust on his face.

After taking the bitter and numbing medicine last time, he already had a feeling of rejection in his heart. When he noticed the gaze falling on him, Feng Molin was heartbroken, but he still picked up the medicine bowl and took a sip while holding his breath.

Upon entering the mouth, he looked obviously startled, and the bitter taste was no different from usual.

Is her conscience discovered?

The expression on his face was much softer, and he drank the medicine calmly.

"Pass the meal around." Feng Molin gestured for someone to take down the medicine bowl and then spoke calmly.

Xiao Qingqing sat at the table and held her head, sighing and wondering if she could eat two more bowls of sweet porridge, when she saw her servants placing a lot of delicious food on the table.

His eyes couldn't help but widen, and he even thought he was starving. He rubbed it to confirm that it was correct, and looked at Feng Molin excitedly. Seeing that there was no stopping him, his smile gradually widened.

After two days of sweet porridge, there was not a drop of oil or water in her stomach. Now she could finally have a good meal. She almost cried with joy, so she stopped being polite and picked up her chopsticks to eat.

The sound of swallowing was heard endlessly, and no one saw the corners of Feng Molin's mouth rising slightly.

Early the next morning, he drank medicine as usual, but as soon as he drank the medicine, Feng Molin's face suddenly turned pale. One hand was holding the wheelchair to prevent himself from falling, and his breath was weak and confused.

Feng Yi, who was waiting at the table, immediately panicked when he saw this. He looked at the medicine bowl still held in Feng Molin's hand and knocked it to the ground: "There is something wrong with this medicine!"

The broken medicine bowl made Xiao Qingqing clearly feel Feng Yi's anger.

"Imperial Physician, call the Imperial Physician quickly!" Feng Yi shouted at the door while checking Feng Molin's condition.

(End of this chapter)