The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Song Qing shook his head, held the hot tea in his hand and said, "shangguanrui, for the first time, I have doubts about my ability. I haven't developed an antidote yet."

Shangguanrui, aware of the pressure on her, comforted her: "now that you have the antidote, it's not for a while. You are too tired and need a rest."

But song could not persuade herself to have a rest. She was so upset that she put down her tea bowl and walked out.

At this time, it was dusk, the dark clouds had dispersed, and the whole north of the city was covered with a golden light. If not everyone was infected with poison, she even had an illusion that it must be a quiet and peaceful city.

Not far away came the people's joyful cry: "the kind-hearted young master has come to give us porridge again, let's go quickly."

She moved in her heart, turned the corner and saw the white dress.

He seemed to be waiting for her. When he saw her coming, his dark eyes were full of different colors. He whispered: "since you came, the dead bodies in the city are fewer and fewer, and my dumb slaves have nothing to do."

Song Qingqing looked along his line of sight, only to see a few dumb slaves standing not far away.

"So what?" she said with a bitter smile. "I still haven't developed an antidote. Although it's just to postpone the onset of their pain, it's still getting worse after all."

The sick childe whispered: "you don't have to blame yourself. It's their fortune to steal a few days."

Song Qingqing clenched her fist hard. Although she said that, it was not what she wanted. She wanted to keep all the innocent people alive, but detoxification was not what she was good at. If it was a disease, it could be detoxified. What she needed was antidote. Up to now, she didn't know which medicine was missing.

The eyes of the sick childe fell on her small face, only felt that she was emitting a positive attitude, just like the rising sun, giving people a kind of hope.

If he had not known that his life would not be long, he would have had the illusion that he could live a long time and do a lot of things.

Thinking of this, his eyes become soft, and song Qingqing is catching the flash of light in his eyes when he looks at the past.

He began to cough violently again, but he changed his black mask today and couldn't see whether he vomited blood.

Song Qingning asked: "can you let me feel your pulse?"

The sick childe's eyes darkened and hesitated for a long time before he said, "do you think it's necessary? Since I was born, people around me have told me that I have a bad disease and I won't live long. "

Song Qingqing saw that he was not looking well, and it must not be easy to cure his illness. But she wanted to have a try. Maybe she had no way to cure the poisoning of the people in the north of the city, and could not find an antidote. But his illness would take a turn for the better?

She subconsciously argued: "you can't say that. Isn't it good for people to have a little hope?"

In the past, he almost had hope. Whenever a new doctor came to see him, he felt that everything would be better. However, the same words annoyed him, so that later, even if he was seriously ill, he would never let him see him.

He sipped his lips and said in a warm voice, "then you can have a try."

Song Qingqing naturally sat on his side to feel his pulse. Her calm expression seemed to inject fresh vitality into him, which made him really hold a trace of expectation.

As time goes by, as a patient, he has been staring at her small face. Until the end of her diagnosis, he did not show the same sympathy as other doctors.

His heart suddenly jumped wildly, is there really hope? Will this woman, song Qingqing, change his fate? In that case, he might give her a big gift in return.

Song Qingqing's voice broke his reverie, and she said: "your illness is really serious!"

After listening to this sentence, the sick childe's heart became cold. After all, she was the same as those doctors. She didn't have any hope for him. He even thought that she could really save him. Now it seems that he only thinks highly of her.

Xu is too frustrated, his heart and pain of uncomfortable, he opened his mouth hard to catch a few breath, just astringent smile: "I knew it would be such a result."

Song Qingshen said: "why don't you listen to me? I said that the disease is very serious, but it is not without a little hope, your heart has a problem, as long as the change is not on the line? "

"A change of heart?" The sick and weak young master was frozen there for a long time before he found his voice. He had never heard of such a treatment.

Song Qing nodded and replied: "this kind of operation is extremely risky, and the most important thing is to have a suitable heart supplier, otherwise, it is indeed incurable."

The sick and weak young master carefully pondered what she said. He was born a man. Who doesn't want to live in this world healthily? He has been ill for so long. Everyone around him is telling him that you can't live long at all. The pain gradually distorts his mind. He doesn't want to die like this. He wants everyone to bury him.

Song Qingqing saw the struggling color of his eyes and quietly hid a touch of sympathy. She knew very well that the right heart supplier was not so easy to find. It could almost be said that life for life, he had the hope of living, and the other person would die.

She regretted that she shouldn't give him hope, but she didn't want him to die. Maybe the sadness in his eyes stimulated her and made her give him the desire to live without hesitation.

The sick childe didn't speak any more, and she didn't speak. They just sat opposite each other until shangguanrui came to find her.

He met the man who had been guarding her all the time. It is said that for her sake, he did not hesitate to leave his dynasty, just to fight with her.

At first, he thought that such a man was ridiculous and even disgusted. Where did a man walk around a woman? But now he found that she was worth it, because no one could match her ability. In other words, the momentum from her whole body made people subconsciously admire her.

Song Qingqing looked at him and said, "I have to go back. Now I can't prescribe medicine for you to relieve your pain. If there is a turnaround around you, you can come back to me."

The sick young master nodded, and she had left with shangguanrui.

Shangguanrui asked her: "isn't that man very good at martial arts? How can you get sick? "

Song Qingqing glared at him: "can't those with high martial arts skills get sick? And his illness is very serious, heart failure, in addition to change, there is no other treatment

Shangguanrui said: "change your heart? It's scary to hear. "