You are my spoiled wife: divine doctor concubine

Under Xin mogo's "eyes", Feng Yu felt that there was nowhere to hide. She couldn't help but want to retreat, which Feng Yu had never had before.

Feng Yu clenched her teeth, calmed her mind secretly, took a deep breath, walked over, stood behind the old doctor, deliberately lowered her voice and said, "son, my master is entrusted to come to see a doctor for the childe. I hope the childe will not embarrass us. We can leave earlier and be good to everyone."

"Can I ask who invited you?" Xin mogo "looked" at the noisy Fengyu. His voice and face remained the same.

"Well, we don't know. We're only responsible for practicing medicine." It is said that people who can't see have much sharper hearing than ordinary people. Feng Yu was deeply afraid that Xin mogo would recognize her voice. When she spoke, she always deliberately pressed her voice. At the same time, her eyes couldn't help looking at Xin mogo sitting carefully. He was significantly thinner and weaker than in the pavilion that night.

"Cough... Cough... In that case, please come back. I'm fine." Simego replied as he coughed uncontrollably.

"Shizi, if the word 'nothing' is used on you, I'm afraid people with eyes won't believe it." The words blurted out. He was annoyed that he didn't care about his body. First, he heard the two prison guards say he didn't touch the food, but now a doctor refused. Isn't he dying?

The next moment, when Feng Yu realized what she had said, it was too late to regret. I believe anyone who can't see will pay special attention to the words "eyes" said by others, but Feng Yu who immediately noticed Xin mogo's look didn't see a sign of anger turning on Xin mogo's face. Feng Yu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, At the same time, she was surprised by her sudden anger. Did she care about him at the bottom of her heart? Because I care, I care about his body, so I'm angry that he doesn't cherish his body so much? But for him, I'm afraid he can't wait to kill her himself“ Shizi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that just now. I hope you don't mind. Please hold out your hand and let my master feel your pulse for you. We've all come. The doctor's parents are worried. If we just go like this, we'll be sorry for the people who invited us here, and master will always be worried about "not saving at the sight of death."

"It's just that there's so much nonsense. Just feel your pulse, see a doctor and leave." It seems that the flower looking for color impatiently interrupts in.

The old doctor then advised, "Shizi, you look very ill. Let me take your pulse and let me see it."

Simergo did not speak, half a sound, moved the silk handkerchief in his left hand to his right hand, extended his left hand, and put his palm up on his knee.

Feng Yu Yu Guang inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silk handkerchief that Xin mogo moved to his right hand, which was stained with dazzling red blood.

Obviously, the old doctor also saw it. He felt his pulse and asked, "son, have you been coughing up blood lately?" Then the old doctor motioned Fengyu to get the silk handkerchief in xinmogo's hand and wanted to see the blood of xinmogo's cough.

Feng Yu nodded, took a step closer and bent down to get the silk handkerchief in Xin mogo's hand.

Bent down, the distance close, a faint faint fragrance almost coincident with that night came faintly. For a moment, Xin mogo suddenly clasped Feng Yu's wrist, "is it you?"