You are my spoiled wife: divine doctor concubine

When the wound was completely cleaned and the blood near the wound was wiped clean, Feng Yu felt the pulse for King fan again. Later, she was more sure of this. At the same time, she also determined that King fan, who was so big, had martial arts skills and was not weak, should never be so weak as now.

So, did he pretend all this on purpose?

Blood can be replaced by other people's blood, and the pulse can also be fake by taking drugs. These two points are by no means difficult, but why? Why did King fan do this?

For a moment, the alarm sounded at the bottom of Fengyu's heart, and she felt as if she had fallen into a carefully laid trap.

Fengyu hurriedly accelerated her thinking, but on the surface, she didn't show a penny, and even people couldn't pick out a trace of abnormality. She sprinkled golden sore medicine on King fan's wound, and then wrapped it carefully for King fan.

"Lord, are you okay? How are you feeling now? " Looking at Feng Yu's bandaging, Fan Ji, who had been holding Wang Fan's upper body behind Wang Fan, quickly bowed his head and asked Wang Fan.

King fan shook his head, "I'm fine."

Feng Yu then took out another small porcelain bottle from her sleeve and poured out a dark brown round pill from the small porcelain bottle to feed King fan.

"What medicine is this?" Fan Jiyi behind fan Wang clasped Feng Yu's wrist and squinted.

"Life saving medicine." Feng Yu answered simply and asked the other party to let go.

Fan Ji still has some doubts.

Fan Wang coughed weakly, half opened his eyes, looked at Feng Yu and said to Fan Ji behind him, "I believe her."

"But Wang Ye..." Fan Ji wanted to say something, but he swallowed all the words in the back under Wang Fan's eyes. While loosening Feng Yu's wrist, he took the pill in Feng Yu's hand, and then ordered someone to bring water up and feed fan Wang himself.

Feng Yu looked at her quietly.

When Fan Ji fed fan Wang, the pill was placed in the palm of his hand, with the palm facing fan Wang and the back of his hand facing Feng Yu.

It's almost a common way to feed medicine! But Feng Yu couldn't stop sneering. It was really a good play. She was almost sure that Fan Ji had quietly changed his medicine at the moment of feeding fan Wang.

In other words, the medicine that King fan swallowed into his stomach at the moment was not the one that Fan Ji took from her hand.

According to the position and sight of King fan, King fan can never fail to see it.

They played it for her on purpose.

"Will the LORD be all right soon after taking the medicine?" Fan Ji put down his teacup and raised his head to ask Feng Yu.

Feng Yu smiled and nodded. "This medicine can protect King fan's heart. King fan can have a rest for a while. People can prepare a carriage to come here and take a horse to leave the city. They can have a good rest in the king's residence away from the city. As for the prince's accession ceremony, I'm afraid I can't attend it like King fan. " While talking, Feng Yu didn't miss any look on King fan's face, and the last sentence was a hidden temptation.

Fan Ji frowned and said unhappily, "King fan is like this now. He is so badly hurt. How can he hurry?"

"What does King fan mean?" Feng Yu looked at Wang Fan and asked.

"Fan Ji, don't be rude. Of course, I want to attend the crown prince's accession ceremony. I... cough... How can I miss it. I'm fine. I can even ride a horse... "King fan angrily scolded Fan Ji behind him. He was about to stand up, but just moved, he fell back and coughed uncontrollably.