The medical concubine: Cold-faced king spoils his wife deeply

Although the date of onset was delayed, the pain suffered by Jun Muchen did not decrease.

His face soon lost its color, as pale as paper, and his whole body was surrounded by a layer of cold.

Fortunately, Gan Lin has made all the preparations. The medicine for internal and external use has long been ready to stop.

Zhao Feng also experienced such a scene. When Jun Muchen just lost consciousness, Zhao Feng quickly responded.

Jun Muchen was fished out by him, wrapped in a wide cloth towel and put it carefully on the bed.

Zhao Feng carefully dried his body and put on trousers for him. His heart mentioned his throat. He knew that the LORD would suffer some hardships.

Jun Mu Chen sat cross legged with Zhao Feng's help, but he couldn't sit still. His body almost depended on Zhao Feng's support.

Gan Lin took a box of gold needles and could accurately find those familiar acupoints even with his eyes closed. After a while, Jun Mu Chen's body was covered with large and small gold needles.

He sat down with his knees crossed behind Jun Muchen, injected internal power into his palm and urged those gold needles to run faster in his body.

Until the wisps of white gas came out of Jun Mu Chen's head, and fine beads of sweat came out of his own forehead.

Compared with Jun Mu Chen, his skill can't be compared, but every time he tries his best.

Every time Jun Mu Chen gets sick, the sweet rain will follow for a long time.

Sometimes Ganlin feels that he has the ability to dictate in front of the cloud king. His medical skills and martial arts are almost entirely at the service of Jun Mu Chen.

Fortunately, he had a cold poison attack only once a year, only one month at a time. Otherwise, Gan Lin would really doubt whether he had the perseverance to persist in the treatment of the patient.

He slowly pulled out the gold needles and wiped a handful of hot sweat.

Jun Mu Chen's body began to tremble violently, and his chest began to rise and fall.

Zhao Feng took the copper plate in the corner of the wall. Gan Lin reached out to hold Jun Muchen and patted him gently behind his back.

"Wow..." Jun Mu Chen closed his eyes and opened his mouth to vomit.

An unpleasant smell of blood spread across the room. Gan Lin glanced at it in a hurry. The blood was still dark, and some of it had been depressed.

Alas, some of the toxin was discharged, but his Qi and blood were hurt.

After a while, Jun Mu Chen stopped vomiting, his nose became heavy, his eyes opened slowly, and he woke up slowly.

When Zhao Feng took the basin out and came in again, he first took warm water to rinse the king's mouth, and then cleaned his face with a wet towel. Jun Mu Chen can't stand the slightest bit of sloppiness even when he is ill.

In such weather, we can't open the window for air. Zhao Feng ordered incense to calm our nerves.

He looked anxiously at Jun Mu Chen and asked in a low voice, "don't worry, Lord?"

Jun Mu Chen raised his eyes and looked at the rain. The corners of his mouth reluctantly pulled out a smile.

"Don't worry, with your master Gan, black and white impermanence can't take the king away."

The gate of hell was close at hand. He turned around and came back. Although I was physically and mentally exhausted, I finally survived. It's really not easy!

Gan Lin snorted coldly, looked at him carefully, frowned and asked, "did you use your true Qi tonight?"

He should not use internal force before and after the onset of the disease. He should know this very well. In addition to this reason, Gan Lin can't think of any reason to make the cold poison attack two days in advance.

Jun Mu Chen, somewhat guilty, avoided his eyes, looked wan, and motioned Zhao Feng to help him lie down.

Zhao Feng has followed him for many years. Often with a look in Jun Mu Chen's eyes, he can understand the meaning of the Lord and pull the brocade to be covered for him.

"Mr. Gan, my Lord must be extremely tired. Would you like to ask another day?" Zhao Feng accompanied the smiling face and had twelve points of respect for GaN Lin.

Needless to ask, looking at the look of the Lord, he knew that Ganlin's guess was eight, nine and ten.

The LORD left Prince Yun's residence after drinking. He secretly regretted that if he didn't want to be comfortable, he might be able to dissuade the Lord.

"Jun Mu Chen, your life is yours. You're not afraid that I'll die if I don't treat it in time? " Gan Lin's dissatisfied complaint.

This guy must have slipped out to do something while he was asleep. He doesn't know what else is more important than Jun Mu Chen's life.

Jun Mu Chen knew that if he didn't give him an explanation, he wouldn't want to be quiet in his ears.

For his own body, Ganlin is the most clear. He can't get through Ganlin through illness.

"I was just in a bad mood. I went out and didn't expect to meet a strange man." Jun Mu Chen didn't hide it, so he told him what had happened.

"Hiss..." Zhao Feng couldn't help inhaling. He didn't expect that the LORD was the beauty of the night party.

"Tut Tut," Gan Lin also smacked his mouth.

"Yes, it's romantic to be a ghost under the peony. Jun Mu Chen, I can't see that you have such a cold temper and will do so many affectionate things. " Gan Lin thinks it's more appropriate for such a thing to happen to himself.

Jun Mu Chen was too weak to refute. He let him misunderstand. His star eyes were half closed and looked sleepy.

Gan Lin took a pill of Dan medicine and put it into his mouth. It replenishes Qi and blood and has the effect of prolonging life.

Jun Mu Chen lay there quietly. He didn't regret his action tonight.

If he doesn't stop it, who knows what inexplicable things that man will do. Although he and Liu Ruoxi are just the first name, in his heart, she is already his woman, so he can't be bullied by others.

Zhao Feng also fell into meditation. Who was the man the Lord met? There are not many people who can escape under the Lord's hand. This person should not be underestimated.

"Jun Mu Chen, the capital of Linan is really a hidden dragon and crouching tiger. There are such experts." Gan Lin sighed.

Jun Mu Chen's strength. He knows better than anyone. His mentor, master Luo, is cruel. It's really like Shura from hell. He's coming to ask for his life. His apprentice, it is absolutely not everyone has the ability to provoke.

"Zhao Feng, you can choose some bodyguards to send to the princess tomorrow." Jun Mu Chen ordered lightly.

"Yes." Zhao Feng took command with a fist.

"Unexpectedly, the cold faced and cold hearted cloud king can also refine refined steel and become soft. I wonder if Liu Ruoxi came down to earth as a fairy in the Moon Palace? " Gan Lin asked jokingly.

He has never seen Jun Mu Chen worry about a woman. Is the sun going to come out in the west?