After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 1106

"Go and call the doctor." He ordered with a solemn face, and Ling Yue responded and left immediately.

……

Yin Jiuqing stumbled back to the room, fed herself a cup of tea, and then went back to bed and lay down.

She felt that she couldn't go on like this.

I don't want Chongyang and Shanhu to worry, and I don't want Su Chenyang to worry either.

And she knows her body better than anyone else, and she is afraid that there is no way to recover.

Thinking about it, she gradually fell into the darkness.

After a while, the closed door was gently pushed open, and a man in a black robe came in, followed by two doctors.

This is the most prestigious and capable doctor in Qingbei Imperial City.

"Show her, don't wake her up." He ordered in a low voice, then stood to one side and looked at her on the bed.

One of them put his finger on her pulse through a layer of handkerchief, and took the pulse seriously.

But Su Chenyang's eyes darkened a little.

If she was fine, she might have pressed the Qingming dagger in her hand to the doctor's neck by now.

She has always been like this, even in her sleep, she has never had a moment of relaxation.

No matter how soundly he slept, he would always wake up instantly when someone approached.

now……

Her eyebrows were tightly closed, and her shallow breathing seemed to be imperceptible.

At this moment, she suddenly gave him a feeling, as if she didn't know when, she would suddenly disappear.

The doctor suddenly straightened up, and looked at Su Chenyang solemnly, the latter's eyes darkened and darkened in an instant.

"I'm afraid this girl will die soon..."

Before the doctor finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground, only a pool of blood slowly winding away.

The long sword in the man's hand pointed at another doctor indifferently, "You tell me!"

The doctor tremblingly looked at his lifeless colleague on the ground, and then looked at the long sword pointing at him. His knees softened and he knelt down.

"Please forgive me, son, it's not that I don't treat you, but that I can't do anything..."

"Heh!" Su Chenyang hummed a syllable softly, with this coquettish smile on his face, but that smile contained danger in his bones, making people inexplicably afraid.

Seeing the undisguised killing intent in his eyes, the doctor immediately said, "My lord, emotional disorders can easily lead to illness, and excessive worry can hurt your temper, but for women, blood is the root. It will lead to insufficient qi and blood and form internal depression."

"The Yellow Emperor's Canon of Internal Medicine, Su Wen, Yin and Yang Ying Xiang Da Lun said that anger hurts the liver, happiness hurts the heart, thinking hurts the skin, sorrow hurts the lungs, anger hurts the kidneys, and this girl..."

"You mean, you don't have the ability to heal?"

From a short distance away, he looked at him with a half-smile, but there was no joy or anger in that coquettish brow.

The doctor was stunned for a moment, then said in a deliberate manner: "It's because I'm not capable, so why don't you ask someone else to be better, my lord."

Su Chenyang snorted a syllable, and threw the long sword forward casually, just in the back of the doctor who was about to leave with the box.

He lowered his head stiffly, looking at the sword that pierced him, a trail of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and finally, he fell to the ground with a bang.

With Ling Yang's gesture, someone came in to tidy up the house and clean up the corpse, but they were extremely careful, not sure if they were afraid of disturbing the person on the bed or making this man as dangerous as a ghost.

"Master, this subordinate will go find the doctor again." Ling Yue glanced at the doctor who was dragged out with a complicated expression.

(End of this chapter)