V2.Chapter 42

However, she bit her lower lip fiercely, until there was a sweet smell between her lips and teeth. She felt that her mind had recovered a lot, and her hands kept busy.

When it was dark, the rotten meat was finally scraped. Moshanghua put the scalpel aside, put the good medicine on the ointment prepared in advance, bandaged the patient, and walked out of the room after taking the medicine.

At that time, she was sweating and looked back at Yan Beicheng behind her. She wanted to say something, but before she finished a word, she fell down heavily.

When Yan Beicheng saw this, his eyes flashed suddenly. He rushed to her side and took her into his arms to prevent her from falling to the ground.

The flower eyes on the street closed, only feel into a warm embrace, everything behind, then all do not know.

"Princess --"

yanbeicheng subconsciously called out, and then looked at Lu Ling in front of her, "look, what's going on with her?"

Lu Ling raised her hand and touched the forehead of the flower on the stranger. She felt that it was boiling hot and said, "Lord, quickly, put the princess on the bed first."

Hearing this, Yan Beicheng did not think much about it. He picked up the flowers on the street and hurried to another clean room. He placed the flowers carefully on the bamboo collapse.

Lu Ling followed in the past, busy forward, carefully for the Mo Shang Hua Hao Mai.

"Lord, princess, the princess is also infected with Raman!" Lu Ling's face suddenly changed, and subconsciously stepped back. "I think it's because the princess stays with the patient day by day, and the preventive medicine is really too small, so it's contagious."

Yan Beicheng had already guessed in his heart. Now, after listening to Lu Ling's saying so, he felt that his heart sank. For a while, he could not say a word.

Lu Ling's eyes were shocked, but the shock did not abate at all. After slowing down, she continued: "what is more surprising is that the princess should have been infected three days ago, and her body was still in a high fever. She could survive for three days. If there is no mistake, she will finish the treatment. Such perseverance is really terrifying."

Yan Beicheng heart is also drama shock, can not help but look at lying on the collapse of the street flowers.

Seeing her in a coma, her eyebrows were deeply frowned, and her heart moved uncontrollably. Even he did not notice half a minute.

Yan Beicheng asked Lu Ling to take a look at the flowers on the street again. She was sure that she had only a slight pox rash on her body, which had not spread all over the body. She was only relieved by the decay.

"Don't worry, the Lord, although Raman is terrible, but fortunately, the princess developed a drug to inhibit Raman before she fell into coma. As long as she takes medicine on time and takes good care of herself for some days, she will be safe and sound." Lu Ling raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her forehead and sighed.

Yan Beicheng pupil between a touch of black, this just suddenly scattered, but still can't help but ask, "then how to deal with the acne on her body?"

"There are very few pox and rashes on the princess's body. There is no need to break them to treat them. When they are cured, they will disappear automatically." After a pause, he seemed to think of something, and quickly added: "just remember that the prince must never let this pox break. Otherwise, it will only aggravate the disease. Then he will have to treat it like the one inside. I really don't have the medical skills of the princess and can't do the operation like that."

Yan Beicheng's heart sank, but his graceful jaw just lightly touched it. He took off his shirt and put it on the flower on the street. Then he carefully lifted her and went back to his house.

He will slow down the action, will be on the flower back to her bedroom on the bed, pull over the quilt cover, then hurried out.

The door had just opened. It happened that Qin Ya was on duty at night. She immediately woke up. Seeing Yan Beicheng, she bent her knees and saluted, "I've seen the Lord."

Yan Beicheng knew Qin Ya since he saw her coming. After thinking about it, he gave her the prescription directly and said, "go and suffer according to this prescription. If anyone asks about it, he will say that the princess is suffering from high fever. By the way, he will go to fetch hot water and bring two purses."

These are Lu Ling account, he has a good memory, remember very clearly.

Qin Ya was a little confused. After a while, she took the prescription and hesitated as if she wanted to ask something.

"Why are you dallying with that woman? Ben Wang tells you that she's OK. You should go quickly." As if seeing Qin Ya's worry, Yan Beicheng directly darkened his face and put on his usual wanton appearance.

Qin Ya shrunk her neck, which just went down in a hurry, and soon brought hot water and towel.

As soon as he put down his things, Yan Beicheng chased the man down, soaked the towel in hot water, wrung it dry and picked it up.

Raman's fever can't be done in the traditional way. He can only take medicine at ease. What he can do now is to help her wipe her sweat.

Yan Beicheng lowered her eyebrows and eyes, gently wiped the slightly greasy face of moshang flower, and changed her handkerchief again. She pulled up her sleeves and wiped her delicate white lotus root arms.

Most of the pimples on the flowers grow on the lotus root arms. Therefore, when Yan Beicheng wipes them, his action is very light, and his eyes are full of soft colors that he has never seen before.

After scrubbing, Qin Ya has already brought the medicine bowl. Yan Beicheng asks her to put it down and go out.Until he heard the sound of the door closing in his ear, he held the flower in his arms with one hand. With his empty hand, he stuck to the spoon and filled it with a spoon of medicine. He took the spoon to her lips and poured it down.

After pouring the soup all night, yanbeicheng put the flowers back.

But at this time it was late, he simply moved the inside of the bed of the flower on the street, and lay down in the outer position with his clothes covered. He was not afraid to infect himself at all.

In fact, he was not afraid of it, but he knew that even if he did, there was a law to govern it.

The next day, he woke up, and at that time, Yan Beicheng was bringing the soup.

Her eyes show a bit of surprise color, originally wanted to support the bed to get up, but just moved, it found that the whole body is weak, can not move at all.

Yan Beicheng put the medicine down, and his tone returned to his usual dandy, "if you are not well, don't move about. If you are in trouble, I don't want to serve you any more."

"You took care of me?" The color of surprise in the eyes of the flower on the stranger was even worse, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Yan Beicheng snorted from his nose, which was a response.

The flower on the street is silent for a moment, just exclamation like secluded voice, "you can still take care of people."

"For your sake, I don't care about you." While speaking, Yan Beicheng held up the medicine bowl on one side and raised it to the lips of the flowers on the stranger, "take the medicine."

On the street flower originally wanted to try to move by oneself, but still powerless, then also can obediently put together the lip in the past.