Chapter 45 Ancient: The Regent's Threat
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Yi Wu Er Bai
Yaoyao was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Mu Qinghan listened quietly to his subordinate's report, and frowned slightly, "You mean His Majesty is seriously ill?"
The subordinate replied: "Report to the prince, yes, and the emperor does not allow the demon concubine to invite the imperial physician."
Mu Qinghan clenched his fists, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze a bit.
What the hell is this Subei up to? If you're sick, don't ask for an imperial physician.
Suddenly, he thought of something, and the smile on his face became lighter.
Su Bei was afraid that he didn't want the imperial physician to know.
Mu Qinghan lowered his brows, and the smile on his face was a little cold, since he didn't want to, then accept it.
Su Bei was in great torment, hot and cold, and a certain part still hurt badly.
He asked the system in a daze, "748, if I die, does the mission fail?"
The unique mechanical sound of 748 sounded, "Hmm."
Su Bei asked again: "Whether the task is important or the dignity of the emperor is important."
This time the system didn't answer Su Bei, and he didn't know if he heard it.
In a daze, Su Bei heard Mu Qinghan flirtatiously threatening a person, "If you don't understand, this king will peel your skin!"
Su Bei complained, "It's still so cruel."
When Mu Qinghan who came with the imperial physician heard these words, his face was a little ugly.
He glanced at the trembling imperial physician, with a smile on his face, "Also, everything I saw today is remembered as rotten in my stomach."
The imperial doctor nodded repeatedly and said yes.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put down the medicine box and began to see the emperor.
Because of Mu Qinghan, his hands trembled a little.
When he saw the injuries on Su Bei's body, he trembled even more.
The imperial physician was extremely shocked that the regent and the emperor had such a relationship.
He just took a rough look, and then said to Mu Qinghan tremblingly: "Your Majesty is suffering from a cold, and I will prescribe a few medicines for Your Majesty to take."
After finishing speaking, the imperial doctor paused, and said bravely: "A man's body is not the recipient, so it's better not to be so... rude."
"It would be even better if it could be cleaned afterward."
The imperial physician looked at Mu Qinghan's expression, and after making sure that he didn't mean to embarrass himself, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out a medicine jar from the medicine box and handed it to Mu Qinghan, "Use this medicine on the wound, it will heal faster."
Mu Qinghan took the jar and waved his hand, "Go and prescribe."
The Imperial Physician left in a hurry as if he had been granted amnesty.
Mu Qinghan sat on the side of the bed with a complicated look on her face.
748's mechanical sound rang in Subei Chaos's mind, "The strategy value increased by 10%, and the strategy progress was 29%."
Su Bei murmured: "Mu Qinghan is really a cheapskate."
Mu Qinghan closed his eyes and untied Su Bei's clothes little by little. The chest injury was indeed serious.
He smeared the ointment on Su Bei in silence, and the smooth touch of Su Bei's skin bloomed on Mu Qinghan's fingertips.
The cold temperature of the ointment made Su Bei flinch.
Mu Qinghan tucked him in the quilt.
He helped Su Bei paint the wound bit by bit, but when he reached the last spot, he stopped.
The night was slightly cool, and the yellowish candlelight hit Mu Qinghan's side face, revealing a kind of condensation.
I don't know how long he stopped before continuing to give Su Bei medicine.
Su Bei, who had already fallen asleep, had a nightmare. In the dream, Mu Qinghan devoured him like a beast.
When I woke up, it was already the next morning.
Yaoyao just came in with the medicine.
Su Bei's heart skipped a beat, "Are you called an imperial physician?"
In the Prince Regent's Mansion, Mu Qinghan listened quietly to his subordinate's report, and frowned slightly, "You mean His Majesty is seriously ill?"
The subordinate replied: "Report to the prince, yes, and the emperor does not allow the demon concubine to invite the imperial physician."
Mu Qinghan clenched his fists, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze a bit.
What the hell is this Subei up to? If you're sick, don't ask for an imperial physician.
Suddenly, he thought of something, and the smile on his face became lighter.
Su Bei was afraid that he didn't want the imperial physician to know.
Mu Qinghan lowered his brows, and the smile on his face was a little cold, since he didn't want to, then accept it.
Su Bei was in great torment, hot and cold, and a certain part still hurt badly.
He asked the system in a daze, "748, if I die, does the mission fail?"
The unique mechanical sound of 748 sounded, "Hmm."
Su Bei asked again: "Whether the task is important or the dignity of the emperor is important."
This time the system didn't answer Su Bei, and he didn't know if he heard it.
In a daze, Su Bei heard Mu Qinghan flirtatiously threatening a person, "If you don't understand, this king will peel your skin!"
Su Bei complained, "It's still so cruel."
When Mu Qinghan who came with the imperial physician heard these words, his face was a little ugly.
He glanced at the trembling imperial physician, with a smile on his face, "Also, everything I saw today is remembered as rotten in my stomach."
The imperial doctor nodded repeatedly and said yes.
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put down the medicine box and began to see the emperor.
Because of Mu Qinghan, his hands trembled a little.
When he saw the injuries on Su Bei's body, he trembled even more.
The imperial physician was extremely shocked that the regent and the emperor had such a relationship.
He just took a rough look, and then said to Mu Qinghan tremblingly: "Your Majesty is suffering from a cold, and I will prescribe a few medicines for Your Majesty to take."
After finishing speaking, the imperial doctor paused, and said bravely: "A man's body is not the recipient, so it's better not to be so... rude."
"It would be even better if it could be cleaned afterward."
The imperial physician looked at Mu Qinghan's expression, and after making sure that he didn't mean to embarrass himself, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He took out a medicine jar from the medicine box and handed it to Mu Qinghan, "Use this medicine on the wound, it will heal faster."
Mu Qinghan took the jar and waved his hand, "Go and prescribe."
The Imperial Physician left in a hurry as if he had been granted amnesty.
Mu Qinghan sat on the side of the bed with a complicated look on her face.
748's mechanical sound rang in Subei Chaos's mind, "The strategy value increased by 10%, and the strategy progress was 29%."
Su Bei murmured: "Mu Qinghan is really a cheapskate."
Mu Qinghan closed his eyes and untied Su Bei's clothes little by little. The chest injury was indeed serious.
He smeared the ointment on Su Bei in silence, and the smooth touch of Su Bei's skin bloomed on Mu Qinghan's fingertips.
The cold temperature of the ointment made Su Bei flinch.
Mu Qinghan tucked him in the quilt.
He helped Su Bei paint the wound bit by bit, but when he reached the last spot, he stopped.
The night was slightly cool, and the yellowish candlelight hit Mu Qinghan's side face, revealing a kind of condensation.
I don't know how long he stopped before continuing to give Su Bei medicine.
Su Bei, who had already fallen asleep, had a nightmare. In the dream, Mu Qinghan devoured him like a beast.
When I woke up, it was already the next morning.
Yaoyao just came in with the medicine.
Su Bei's heart skipped a beat, "Are you called an imperial physician?"
