The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

He drank the warm tea in one breath and said in a muffled voice, "I'll sleep for a while. You're a good warm tea. Send some to the queen."

Inadvertently, a touch of sour and astringent appeared in my heart, but it didn't show. I just answered respectfully, and then I got up and walked out of the carriage.

She stopped the carriage behind and met the queen song Yihuan.

When she first saw her, she was startled. She had a swollen face. Her stomach was like a swollen ball. It was difficult for her to breathe.

"What's the matter with her?" Ask without worry.

Song Ying, who was waiting beside her, said with a smile, "the queen is OK. She is in a hurry and tired."

No doubt, no matter how tired she is, she doesn't look like such a ghost. I saw her pretty face. First of all, she didn't say that it was swollen and ugly, but only said that the color of indigo under her eyes was startling. How long has she not slept?

Song Yihuan also feels very uncomfortable. She always feels a bad stomachache. She always tells her aunt that her stomachache is bad, but her aunt tells her to bear it for her children. She really doesn't want to bear it. Her stomachache is so painful.

Seeing song Yihuan's tears swirling in his eyes, he could not help asking: "queen? Where do you feel uncomfortable? Tell your subordinates that we have a doctor with us and ask him to give you a pulse

As soon as song Yihuan wanted to nod her head, she was held down by Song Ying. She said with a smile, "Miss unintentional, you are worried too much. The queen is in good health. Besides, isn't her body taken care of by someone special? If you change the doctor again, I'm afraid it's bad for the fetus, right? Is it the queen

Feeling the pain coming from his arm, song Yihuan had to hold on and say, "don't bother, miss. I'm fine. I'm just too tired."

She didn't want to say anything again. She knew that the queen was still wary of her. Since everyone said that she would not meddle in her own business, it was just full to ask. Anyway, when the king asked her to deliver warm tea, she could deliver it. As for the rest, it was not her turn to take care of it.

Thinking about this, she bent her eyes and said with a smile: "what the queen said is that she didn't want to talk too much. The king said that she had a lot of hard work all the way and was worried that the queen couldn't bear to eat. So she asked her subordinates to bring you warm tea. Later, she would make a cup for you to warm up." Finish saying, will warm tea a put, head also don't return of leave.

Song Ying looks at her back, and her eyes flash a touch of worry. She can see that the girl in front of her is suspicious. She must find a way to tell sun Changtian whether to kill or stay, and let him make plans early.

At this time, song Yihuan began to cry: "aunt, what should I do? My stomachache is so severe. Why can't I stop it?"

Song Ying glared at her fiercely and said, "you silly girl, you almost went to help me. Do you want to let me know that you are pregnant with a stillbirth? Don't say that you will lose your position as a queen

Song Yihuan takes a breath of air-conditioning. She's a little silly. She doesn't want to be around the tartar king. If she finds something wrong, she will report it to the tartar king.

Song Ying painfully wiped the cold sweat on her forehead with brocade and said: "aunt knows you are suffering, but you are so patient. When you get to the capital of Jinxi, aunt will find a way to let you give birth and relieve the pain early. What do you say?"

Song Yihuan's eyes were full of hope. She had been fed up with this kind of pain for a long time. Every three days, she would drink the bitter medicine made of human blood, and she would vomit.

"Thank you, aunt. As long as I can give birth to this child well, all my sins are worth it." She spoke weakly.

Song Ying raised her lips and said in her heart, "I'm afraid the day you give birth to a child will be your death.".

At this time, another day passed. Song not only comforted the people who lost their children, but also promised to treat the rescued children until they recovered.

But when she saw the child, her face sank. All the 14 children, without exception, had a scar in their heart. Some of the wounds had healed, others were new, and there was a faint bloodstain.

Song Qingqing painfully asked a child whose consciousness was still clear, and said softly, "how did you get hurt?"

The child replied in a trembling voice: "someone cut it on purpose, saying that it was to take heart blood. I once secretly heard that the person who took the blood told his servants that it was to boil all the blood to the queen and let her drink it."

After listening to Song Qing, he was secretly frightened. What kind of disease is it? Do you need to use your heart and blood to guide? And you have to take the children's?

The child's condition does not allow her to think much about it. Luo TA tower is a reliable one. He even sent a military doctor to take care of the children on the road, which led to the fact that the children did not die. But even so, three children's wounds were inflamed and purulent long ago, which led to a black blood hole in their heart.

The military doctor knew song Qingqing. With a guilty face, he said, "please make amends to the empress. These three people's wounds are too serious. There is nothing they can do."

Song Qingshen ordered: "first, transfer the less seriously injured children to a spacious room for recuperation, and I can treat these three people."

Xiao Ying and Xiao Yu order people to do it, while song Qingqing and the military doctor stay in the room to treat the wound for the three seriously ill people.

Song Qingqing, while scraping the pus and blood on the child's wound with a blade, cursed him in his heart. He was really not a human being. He was so good that he was hurt like this. When he was caught, he would peel his skin, draw his tendons and let his blood go.

Xu is because of too much pain, the child was awakened from a severe coma, he blinked his eyes, carefully opened his mouth and cried: "mother is you?"

Song Qingqing's wrists trembled, and her tears almost fell down. But she bit her teeth and forced the tears back. She said in a gentle tone: "little guy, bear it. I'll treat you. Maybe it will hurt, but as long as you deal with the wound, your life will be saved."

The child heard clearly, but he answered with a low voice.

Without hesitation, with the help of the military doctor, song Qingqing quickly cleaned his wound, sewed it up as fast as he could, and then spread a good wound healing medicine to tie it up.

The military doctor was shocked to see her neat technique, especially her embroidery like ability to sew the wound. It was amazing.

He asked in a trembling voice, "queen? Is that how it's done? "

"Well!" Song Qing answered and said: "the wound has been delayed for a long time. Feed him the medicine soup to deal with the high fever that is bound to appear tonight."