Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Yuan Qingling stood up and stretched her aching painful hands. Her shoulders and cervical vertebra were in so much pain that she almost couldn't bear it.

She looked around. Everyone present was not qualified to be an intern or even a nurse, so she couldn't ask for help to them.

Princess, if it's really hard on you, why don't you ask Nurse Qi to help you? She's good at needlework. Xu Yi suggested awkwardly. He had just caused a scene and was hoping to gain some respect back at this time.

"If Your Highness is a set of clothes, you can ask her to help." Yuan Qingling said indifferently.

Yu Wenqing couldn't help asking, "What are you doing? The wound will heal naturally. Why do you sew it up?"

It seemed that this woman knew some medical skills, but it was not an orthodox medical skill, but some kind of witchcraft. That box was the witch doctor's box.

If it wasn't for his grandfather's orders, he wouldn't have allowed her to fool with him.

What she said ridiculous most was that his blood was not suitable for Yu Wenhao. They were born of the same father and of one blood. Why couldn't he use it?

Yuan Qingling didn't want to talk to him at all. She turned around and relaxed her neck slowly.

Yu Wenqing was so angry. Chu Mingcui was right. Yuan Qingling was an arrogant liar and too proud to care about others.

He firmly believed that Yu Wenhao getting better because of his Violet God Pill not Yuan Qingling.

And this hateful Yuan Qingling continued to sew the wound up.

During this period, Yu Wenhao woke up, but his consciousness was not very clear. He glanced at Yuan Qingling in a daze and then fainted again.

Yuan Qingling knew that he was in great pain, because even in a coma, his body would still tremble slightly because of pain. However, she had no choice because there was no anesthesia medicine already.

This was very odd. The medicine chest seemed to be against Yu Wenhao. Yesterday, she saw a bottle of anesthesia in the medicine chest, but she failed to find it just now.

The medicine chest seemed to have its own ideas. It thought that Yu Wenhao was too hateful, so it did not give him anesthesia medicine.

While sewing the needles, Yuan Qingling thought that perhaps the medicine chest was her subconscious reaction. And she was having a dream now.

in tiredness, but she failed because it

the time the wound was treated,

inject blood, infuse

evening, the situation

sure how serious the internal injury was. It was still unknown whether the injury would cure

them to rest in batches, and she also took the time to eat and lay down on the ground

seven o'clock in the night, servant Chang came to ask about the situation. Tang Yang

up from the ground,

had witnessed how hard the princess had been working recently.

the prince?" Servant Chang asked softly.

but I'll have to observe tonight."

one can persuade him to

and said, "I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take back.

didn't want to hide it anymore. That fact that

prescribed medicine to my grandfather? Do you really know

the Retired Emperor drive her back to treat you, my lord, in the middle

Qingling, as if he didn't know her at all.

also asked that if the princess has recovered from

sighed inwardly. After all, the old man knew how

It's much

and said, "That's good. The Retired Emperor said that you should take good care of yourself and strengthen your body. He is afraid that the next punishment will not be far away. Only with a strong body can you bear more

Qingling lowered her eyes and silently withdrew her words in her heart. This old man was very bad.

the Retired Emperor

so much about her just after

Yu Wenqing looked at Yuan Qingling and asked lightly, "What kind of knockout drops did you

glanced at him,

rude?" Yu Wenqing was very angry.

Qingling said, "Go back to

this have to do with returning home?" What he just