Half an hour later, Yu Wenhao looked at this shameless woman sitting on the table bitterly.
The shirt is half exposed, and his hands are on his neck and collarbone... Scratching vigorously.
There were red marks on the face, on the collarbone, on the neck, and even on the half-exposed chest, and there were piles of red bumps.
There was a mess of bowls, chopsticks and food on the ground, and the mother and the green shoots had been driven out. The happy mother was clever, so she hid herself to make the hangover soup.
Even Duobao had escaped before the first bowl hit the ground when the storm came.
A cup of Osmanthus Chen, he swears, is really just a cup.
He slowly got up and backed away.
Yuan Qingling picked up the imperial staff, knocked hard on the table, and shouted with all his strength, "You try?"
Yu Wenhao had an urge to kill her.
He hates being threatened most in his life.
Yuan Qingling was itchy all over her body almost crazy. The first time she drank alcohol, she was only drunk without allergies. Why was she allergic this time
She was still conscious, but couldn't bear the bitter itching, as if it came from the blood. She looked for a meal in the medicine box, but couldn't find a medicine that could be used for allergies.
She couldn't wait to cut off the skin and flesh of her whole body.
At this juncture, how dare he want to leave
"My back is itchy, I can't scratch it!" Yuan Qingling madly beat the table with her legs, and kept her hands behind trying to climb.
"Where is the imperial doctor?" Yu Wenhao roared wildly, but had to go over and tickle her.
Her back was hot, it was really hot to her hands, and when she touched her fingertips, it felt like she had wiped it on a fireball.
What a hell.
Why didn't she set herself on fire when she was burnt like this
The doctor arrived in a hurry, Yu Wenhao pulled up her clothes and said angrily: "Don't you knock on the door first?"
The imperial doctor looked back at the door where only one door was left, and the other one, lying on the ground stumblingly, knocking on the door
He didn't dare to look at the face of the prince, three on the left and three on the right. He thought it was a cat if he didn't know it.
"Just come and see what's going on?" All of Yu Wenhao's patience has been polished. Who has pity for the scratches on his face
The imperial doctor hurried over and didn't need to look at it. He prescribed a prescription: "Drinking a bowl of medicine will be fine, and the minister will cook the medicine himself."
"This king will cook it himself!" Yu Wenhao grabbed the prescription with one hand, gritted his teeth.
The imperial doctor was taken aback, sighed, and what did he force Mr. Cat to look like
People who don't know how to eat alcohol can't touch a drop of alcohol even alive or dead.
Yuan Qingling's allergies faded in the middle of the night.
Yu Wenhao was so tired that he slept directly in Fengyi Pavilion.
The room was messy.
Yuan Qing went down to the ground and drank a large glass of water, feeling like he was escaping from death.
She sat quietly in the chair, and began to think of her drunkenness this time.
Not only this time of drunkenness, but every time she recovered from injury, she felt that her mind was extremely clear and her senses were extremely keen.
For example, now, she can hear sounds coming from far, far away, and she can also look at the dark yard from a missing door. Everything in the yard can be seen very clearly.
It's like daylight.
She also seemed to hear the sound of her own brain cells splitting, and neurons were constantly extending.
She took out the medicine box, pressed the lock, and said, "Streptomycin!"
Slowly opened, two boxes of streptomycin injections were placed in the medicine box.
Close up.
She found a pattern.
Once she is uncomfortable, the medicine box will be developed once. Of course, the development of the medicine box may also be related to the development of her brain.
This discovery is huge, at least it can give her hope that with the continuous development of the brain or medicine box, she can completely control the medicine box.
Regardless of this, in short, now that there is streptomycin, you can inject streptomycin for 15 days to stabilize the condition.
She arranged everything in the medicine box neatly, including hemorrhoid ointment and corkscrew, but this thing was not used frequently, so it was stuffed in the bottom corner.
Back to the bed, I saw Yu Wenhao sleeping like a dead pig.
Did he not drink much? Why are you drunk like this
Looking at the three nail marks on his face, Yuan Qingling felt guilty. It shouldn't be. How could he return to the Yamen tomorrow
She yawned and became sleepy, so she crawled over him and went to sleep inside.
This climb awakened people.
Yu Wenhao slept soundly, and was suddenly awakened. His mind was a little clearer and remembered what happened last night. He couldn't help but angrily, "You didn't sleep at night, so what did you toss about?"
"I just couldn't fall asleep, but now I am sleepy." Yuan Qingling yawned again, "asleep."
Seeing her turning sideways and breathing evenly to sleep, Yu Wenhao got revenge. She was sleepy, but he woke up.
"Yuan Qingling, this king suddenly felt a pain in his chest."
Yuan Qingling sat up all of a sudden, watching him covering his chest in pain, and seeing that his face turned pale suddenly, her heart was anxious, and she bowed her head to listen to his heartbeat.
"How come it hurts all of a sudden?" Yuan Qingling listened for a while, raised his head and took out the stethoscope, pressing it on his chest.
The moment his face was pressed to his chest, Yu Wenhao's whole body stiffened, and his heart beat uncontrollably.
The heartbeat is fast, very rapid, puffing and puffing, at least as high as one hundred and twenty in a minute.
"Does the left hand hurt? Does the back hurt? What else do you feel besides the pain?" Yuan Qing asked hurriedly.
Yu Wenhao looked at her so nervously, a little guilty, but couldn't let her know that she was a prank, so she stretched out her hand to press her chest, exerting a little internal force, "It hurts here, I don't know if you smashed a bowl when you were drunk and crazy. , Hurt."
Yuan Qing Ling was stunned and lifted his clothes. Sure enough, he saw a bruise on his chest. Judging from the bruise, it should be very heavy.
People who are crazy about alcohol usually don't have a clear consciousness to grasp the intensity.
She felt guilty, "I'm sorry."
Yu Wenhao looked at her eyelashes down and covered her eyes, with a look of guilt, feeling more comfortable, and said: "Forget it this time, but please don't practice drinking again in the future."
"Don't drink it, this amount of alcohol is really not obtained from practice." Thanks to her dignified doctor of medicine, people's brains have also been confused after they came to ancient times.
"Go to sleep, I have to go to the palace tomorrow." Yu Wenhao was inexplicably comfortable to hear her say such well-behaved words.
Yuan Qingling lay down and said softly, "I am 50% sure of the king's illness now."
Yu Wenhao let out a cry and looked at her in shock, "You haven't diagnosed, how can you be sure of it?"
"I know what's wrong with him, the second brother said."
"But didn't you tell me that you had to see it last night?"
Yuan Qingling yawned, "Have I ever said this?"
"You said it." Yu Wenhao was serious.
"Then I was wrong."
"You... can this be wrong? You must not say nonsense with this 50% assurance, especially in front of the sixth brother." Yu Wenhao was angry.
This woman can't really praise her, nor can she praise silently in her heart.
"I'm definitely not going to say it." Yuan Qingling said.
Yu Wenhao pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, "Go to sleep."
"Aren't you going back?" Yuan Qingling's eyes burned in the dim light.
"Too lazy to run around." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling gave a cry, held back for a while, and couldn't help asking: "How many common rooms do you have?"