The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

"When I deal with it, it hurts!" She said directly, but the next second she heard the prince's reaction, she directly felt that she was really talkative!

"Hum!" A cold hum came, as if with a faint disdain.

Song Qingqing didn't stop talking. She lowered her head and carefully cleaned out the wound. It was not until half an hour later that she said in a deep voice: "silver needles and silk thread that have been detoxified!"

The old imperial doctor took a subconscious look at the wound. He saw that it had been completely cleaned, and the blood flowed out. There was no such bad smell.

"What are you doing?" Song Qingqing frowned at him.

"Yes The old imperial doctor quickly took the silver needle and silk thread and presented them to her.

Song Qingqing did not hesitate to pierce the needle. When the silver needle pierced the skin, she couldn't help but squint her eyes happily. This kind of enjoyment was so cool.

However, she can also clearly feel that the skin under the needle has been covered with sweat at this time, and it is shaking slightly with the naked eye.

Isn't it not afraid of pain? She can't help but mischievously up the corner of her lips, as if in revenge for the previous life, he didn't stop Song Ying's evil deeds, she started mercilessly, fly needle and thread, not simply.

The feeling of sewing human skin is hundreds of times better than that of embroidery. When she was a military doctor, she was most proud of her ability to deal with wounds. Every time she sewed a wound, her feet were very small and almost perfect. Even when a big leader injured his arm, she was asked to deal with it.

But a moment later, she began to close the needle. However, when she opened her mouth to frighten people, she only left a dense thread.

"This. Is that good? " The old imperial doctor blinked a few times. He saw that the wound was perfectly sutured, and no more blood came out.

"Yes, it's done!" Song Qingqing carefully cleaned up the things he had used, and then put a pair of delicate hands in the copper basin to carefully clean.

Her strength was still too small. After suturing the wound, she only felt that her arm was sour. If it was put in the past, it would not be a matter. Song Qingqing was washing her hands and muttering in her heart.

The old imperial doctor walked around the prince for a long time and was relieved to see that he had a long breath.

"Your Highness? How are you? " He could not help but ask in a low voice.

"Well!" A dull voice came, which made song tilt his eyes and smile. She saved him, right, but that process should make him feel terrible, right? Only when you are good can you have a ghost!

It seems that this little guy really has some skills.

"Do you have any precautions?" When the old imperial doctor asked her what she said, even her voice softened.

"Well, there will be high fever. Just take care of it carefully. In addition, remember to feed him some salt water. He lost too much blood!" Song Qing explained Tao.

"Good! I wrote it down! " The old doctor nodded heavily.

After dealing with the wound, it's time for song Qingqing to leave. She is too tired and feels that her steps are a little soft.

"I owe you one!" A hoarse voice suddenly came from behind her, which made her heart jump.

"Just remember, Prince. I'll get it back from you at any time!" As the voice fell, she trotted out.

The man in front of her is too dangerous. She doesn't want to get in touch with each other. She knows how to protect herself. If it's not for her future, she doesn't want to participate in the so-called palace infighting.

As soon as she opened the camp, she saw the bright sun outside. Has she been in it all night?

She thought in her heart that she felt the darkness before her eyes, and the whole person fell in Song Qingshan's arms.

"Tilt? What's the matter with you? " Song Qingshan hugs her nervously.

"Shh! Dad, I'm so sleepy. Let me sleep for a while Song Qing whispered.

"Send her back quickly!" Song Shangshu said busily.

"Yes Song Qingshan took her and ran to the horse.

When song Qingqing woke up, it was the morning of the next day.

Song Qingshan and Liu are guarding her. Seeing her open her eyes, her face looks better.

"Dad? Mother? How long have I been sleeping? Why do I feel so hungry? " Song Qing said with his stomach in his hands.

"Have some porridge!" Song Qingshan quickly took porridge and fed it to her.

"You've been sleeping all day and all night, but I'm scared!" Liu said with red eyes.

"Hey, hey!" Song Qing bared his teeth and laughed. He was immersed in the porridge. He was hungry for a long time. Even the porridge was delicious in the world.

After a while, she wiped the corner of her mouth and said, "Dad? Has the emperor's gift come down yet? "

Song Qingshan was stunned. He looked at her in surprise and said, "are you sure that you have cured the prince's injury?"

"No! Give him a hand and take care of him! " Song Qingqing smiles complacently.

"You little girl!" Song Qingshan couldn't help rubbing her head.

Liu's eyes turned red when he saw the warm and interactive father and daughter in front of him.

After a while, they were invited to the old lady's yard.

Song Qingqing has guessed that it must be because of the reward, so she specially let Liu choose a very bright dress.

Liu's some resistance: "is to go to the old lady's room, not to attend the banquet, do not wear so eye-catching?"

"Why not? My mother is the most gentle and beautiful! Don't wear these boring clothes all the time. It looks like my mother is very old! " Song Dynasty did not follow Tao.

"Yes! You're right. Let's exchange it for another one Song Qingshan couldn't help interrupting.

"All right then!" Liu could not bear his husband's words, so he had to change a red Sichuan brocade skirt. When he came out, he only set off a small white face and bright eyes.

"Is this all right?" Liu's eyes were hooked by two people, looking at some at a loss.

"Good looking!" Song Qing pours into her arms and embraces her arm with pride. Her mother is beautiful, but she wears old clothes all day long, which makes her a little dull.

"Really?" Liu's embarrassed eyes fell on Song Qingshan's face.

Song Qingshan was in a trance. After a while, he came back to himself and said, "it's really beautiful. It's like seeing you in the past!" With that, he took out a white jade hairpin in the dressing box, put it on her head and said, "it will have more charm with this hairpin!"

"Well! It's up to you! " Liu opened his mouth shyly.

When she went out, song Qingqing really felt that she was the happiest child. She held her father in her left hand and her mother in her right. She looked left and right. She had big black eyes, not to mention how smart they were.

Standing in the dark, Han Xue sees a family of three going to Jixiang garden, and her face is full of uncontrollable jealousy.

When he came to the auspicious garden, song Qingqing met his grandfather, song Shangshu, who came back from the dynasty.

Mrs. song saw Liu at a glance, wearing a red skirt. Is this a hook? Dressed so brightly? She couldn't help but dislike it.

When song Shangshu saw their family enter, he said, "sit down, all of you."

"Yes Three people should a, then sat in the next people have long been placed on the pier.

Song Shangshu's inquiring eyes fall on Song Qingqing. She has a smile in her eyes. She is smart and moving, but it is not much different from other children.

But as soon as he thought about that night, he felt like a different person?

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly said, "Qingqing, where did you learn your skills in dealing with wounds?"