Flourishing age's Medical concubine

Xiao qianjiong looked blankly. He always felt that the atmosphere was wrong, but he didn't know what had happened. He had to go with the two brothers and Zhu Chuyu. After all, my sister-in-law is right. There are so many things now. It's impossible for so many people to sit here and do nothing. Nangong Mo smiled and asked people to send Princess Yongcheng back to her room to rest. The flower hall was quiet.

"Star danger."

"Princess," said Xing Weigong.

Nangong Mo said, "just let our people watch in the dark. Don't interfere in other things."

"Princess?" Xingwei wondered. Nangong Mo said faintly, "General Chen is right. If you do more, others may not appreciate it. My uncle will arrange it like this. I should also want them to deal with these things by themselves."

"Yes, princess."

The bodies in the yard were soon cleared out, but the faint smell of blood was still filled in the night. Give Yaoyao who falls asleep again to Xingwei, and Nangong Mo walks towards the room where King Yan is located.

Avoiding the numerous traps of master Xiange, Nangong Mo stood at the door and said softly, "senior brother, can you come in?"

There was a moment of silence in the room, and the voice of young master Xiange sounded, "I knew you couldn't stay. Come in."

Nangong Mo couldn't help laughing, opened the door and went in.

As soon as she entered the room, the strong smell of blood made the smile on her face slightly stiff. On the bed, King Yan's face turned red, and his single clothes had long been dyed light red. Wei Junmo, sitting opposite him, turned a little white. They were wrapped with thick white cotton towels where their wrists overlapped, but they could still see the red blood soaked out.

Seeing her expression, young master Xian Ge rolled his eyes unsightly. "Now you know why I didn't let you in?" if I had said I would release Wei Junmo's blood, wouldn't you kill me?

Nangong Mo just frowned. "Elder martial brother, do you have to use such a rough way to transfuse blood?" she remembered that she once suggested the method of blood transfusion to elder martial brother. Elder martial brother himself studied it for a while and achieved great results.

Young master Xiange hummed softly, "I'm not transfusing blood, I'm changing blood. What you said may be useful for general excessive blood loss, but can you bring your own internal power to guide? Can you force the poison out of King Yan's blood?"

"Why do you need your antidote to force poison with internal power?" Nangong Mo whispered. Anyway, she was not happy.

If his younger martial sister is not in front of him, he must poison her! Young master Xiange squinted at him and mocked: "who makes your father-in-law love to die? Why don't you try to cut his blood vessels and pour the medicine in?"

Hearing their voices, Mr. Wei opened his eyes and looked at Nangong Mo, "flawless, you might as well do something."

Nangong Mo shrugged, "don't let your blood dry. Don't worry. I'll prepare more blood tonic for you later."

"..." always has a bad feeling.

Seeing Wei Junmo close his eyes and continue to use his kung fu to cross the blood, Nangong Mo is looking at martial uncle. Martial uncle's face is much better than Wei Junmo, so he is relieved. Whispered, "elder martial brother, how long will it take?"

Childe Xiange took the medicinal materials from a table and casually configured them. He said, "master should be all right before dawn. As for Wei Junmo..."

Nangong Mo's face was a little ugly. "Don't tell me, the blood crossing will last until after dawn?" even if he can control the speed of blood crossing, even if he flows slowly in the middle of the night, can't he stand it?

Young master Xiange looked at her with a smile. "Is your senior brother a quack who changes his life? I just want to say that Wei Junmo will have to cultivate himself for a few days when he turns back." even if Wei Junmo is a peerless expert, releasing so much blood is enough for him to be unable to get up for many days.

"Can't you ask Qian chi to come with them?" one of the three brothers is consistent with the blood type of King Yan?

Young master Xiange shook his head. "You can't stop when you start. If you change those three, even if they add up, they can't top Wei Junmo. It's too troublesome. I never like to make do with it."

Nangong Mo was helpless. He had to look at Wei Junmo and his martial uncle and sighed, "I asked someone to send some food to my senior brother."

Childe Xiange was satisfied. "It's better for Mo'er to be good. Go and send some blood tonic by the way. Wei Junmo may be able to put more blood after eating."

“……”

Nangong Mo returned to his room to rest for more than an hour, and the sky was already bright. He didn't sleep much anymore, so he quickly got up and went to the yanwang courtyard. The originally closed door of the king of Yan has been opened. Only princess Yongcheng and Xiao qianjiong are waiting at the door. Seeing Nangong Mo coming, they were obviously relieved.

"What's the matter? Not yet?" Nangong Mo asked.

Inside, the string song childe lightly replied, "OK, come in."

There was a faint smell of blood in the room, and blood stained gauze was thrown on the ground. The king of Yan lay unconscious on his couch. Wei Junmo leaned against one side of the chair and looked pale and closed his eyes. Martial uncle sat awake, but looked a little tired. "It's hard, martial uncle." Nangong Mo whispered. Martial uncle smiled faintly, "it doesn't hurt."

Nangong Mo took martial uncle's wrist and felt his pulse. Sure enough, he was relieved that his internal power was consumed more. It didn't matter. He said, "martial uncle, I have someone prepare a room in the palace. Martial uncle, go and have a rest first."

Martial uncle nodded, got up, looked at Xiange, and childe went out.

Nangong Mo came to Wei Junmo. Young master Wei lost too much blood, but Nangong Mo was surprised that he hadn't passed out. I felt someone approaching and opened my eyes for a look. Nangong Mo was stunned. Childe Wei's eyes were always fierce and indifferent, very lethal. However, at this time, the purple eyes were faint and powerless, a little less cold momentum in the past. And his pale face somehow made Nangong Mo think that if his eyes were moist, he would really look like a sick beauty.

Everyone can rest, but they can't rest. The unhappy young master Xiange scolded Fang Qiu, "take your man away. You don't need him. I don't need to write a blood tonic prescription for you. In fact, with his strength of being immortal, you don't need to lie down for two days. Maybe you can jump around again."

Nangong Mo couldn't help but draw the corners of his mouth. Young master Xiange didn't show mercy. If ordinary people lose blood to the level of Wei Junmo, let alone wake up, I don't know whether they have a chance to wake up in the future. However, childe Xiange's medical skills are still guaranteed, so he is just stuck in the degree that Wei Junmo can bear without hurting the root.

"Well, it's hard to do later, elder martial brother."

Young master Xian Ge was not very kind. "You speak as if you have the ability to help me. If you don't work hard for me, will you come?"

"...." the elder martial brother who doesn't sleep well is always so grumpy.

Xiao qianjiong and Princess Yongcheng looked at the unknown Yan king on the bed and couldn't help worrying, "young master Xiange... Father, it's really all right?"

Childe Xiange said lightly, "what else can I do? The poison has been relieved and the injury has been cured. However, if he continues to die, he won't have to find childe Ben next time. Just prepare the coffin."

Although childe Xiange's words were very merciless and full of irony, Xiao qianjiong was really relieved and said with a smile, "thank you for saving my father. If you need anything in the future, childe Xiange can just speak."

Young master Xian Ge snorted, lowered his head and continued to write the prescription.

Prince Wei lost too much blood. Naturally, he can't go back to the princess's house. I had to live in the nearest room in the yanwang yard for the time being.

Looking at the pale Wei Junmo lying in bed, Nangong Mo sighed slightly. Even before Wei Junmo was healed by his senior brother, he had never seen his face so ugly and so weak. Wei Junmo opened his eyes 1. His purple eyes quietly looked at Nangong Mo, with a touch of tenderness and nostalgia in his eyes, "flawless."

Nangong Mo sat by the bed and sighed, "Congratulations, I'm afraid you'll be lying down for several days."

Prince Wei's lips were slightly hooked, "flawless worry about me?"

"What do you say?" Nangong Mo said angrily, "I told you, if you die, don't expect me to be a widow."

Wei Junmo was not angry, but stretched out his unharmed hand and held Nangong Mo's hand, "I won't die." no matter what, as long as she was still there and their children were still there, he wouldn't ignore his life at will. Even for... His biological father.

Nangong Mo recognized the seriousness of his words, nodded and said, "I don't worry about elder martial brother's medical skills. He will never exchange your life for his uncle's life." although he often talks about Wei Junmo, Nangong Mo knows that in the eyes of his elder martial brother, his younger martial sister's father-in-law's life must be much more important than his brother-in-law's father's life.

Wei Junmo whispered, "Uncle... His health is better, and there are fewer things to worry about in the future. You didn't rest well last night. Lie down and sleep for a while."

Nangong Mo nodded, yawned and lay down beside Wei Junmo. She slept for more than an hour last night and didn't dare to sleep too deeply. She was really sleepy at the moment. It's all right. Let's sleep a little longer.

Watching her close her eyes, she soon fell asleep. Wei Junmo got up and gently smelled her slightly closed eyes. He took her into his arms and closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

In the yard next door, Xingwei stiffly hugged xiaoyaoyao, who had just woke up, with a confused face calling for his mother, ignoring the expressions of the two female bodyguards in black trying to bear a smile.

He would rather work hard with people than hold a soft baby as a temporary wet nurse.