You are asked to marry in place of the tyrant, and you allow the tyrant to send you to marry?

What Wanyan Hongze didn't expect was that before Du Qingwan had a chance to speak, Eunuch Liu quickly stepped forward and agreed, suppressing his shame:

"My Queen, I promise you! I will do whatever you ask me to do.

As long as you can save our son, you can even take my life!"

When Wanyan Hongze heard what Eunuch Liu said, he was stunned.

He originally planned to say a few words on behalf of Eunuch Liu.

Now it seems that he was worrying for nothing.

"In that case, then you can follow him and work!

Abao, haven't you been complaining about being tired recently? From now on, you have a helper, so remember to take good care of him!"

A Bao hadn't recovered from the panic of the surgery yet. When he heard Du Qingwan say this, he was stunned for a moment:

"Ah?...Okay! Thank you, Queen! Come with me!"

A Bao was stunned for a while before he quickly reacted.

Then, he led Eunuch Liu to work with a smile on his face.

Wanyan Hongze remained in a state of confusion until Du Qingwan finished treating all the patients. He was still bewildered.

"I'm talking to you, Yan Hongze. You've been sitting there stupidly for a long time. I called you several times, but you didn't respond. Are you going to leave or not?"

Du Qingwan took off her medical uniform, walked up to Wanyan Hongze with a suspicious look on her face, raised her hand and waved.

At this point, Wanyan Hongze seemed to have just woken up from a dream and said awkwardly:

"Oh, I was just thinking of taking you out for a walk. But I suddenly felt a little unwell, so..."

As Wanyan Hongze spoke, he couldn't help but laugh foolishly.

He reached out and took Du Qingwan's hand, pretending to smile.

Upon hearing that Wanyan Hongze was not feeling well, Du Qingwan instantly panicked.

I subconsciously reached out and touched his forehead to check his temperature.

"You don't have a fever, do you? What's wrong with you?"

Du Qingwan really couldn't understand how Wanyan Hongze could be infected with the plague and yet feel uncomfortable even without a fever.

Her eyes were wide open and her face was full of suspicion.

"I...I just feel uncomfortable. Oh! It's okay!"

"Oh, I'm really fine! Let's go back to the palace, I'm hungry!"

Seeing that Du Qingwan had been busy all day and hadn't even had a chance to eat a few bites of food, Wanyan Hongze felt very distressed.

Now that he had finally been able to return to the palace, he was too lazy to continue wasting time with her.

So, before Du Qingwan could react, Wanyan Hongze took Du Qingwan's hand and quickly left the clinic.

Along the way, Du Qingwan was in a daze the whole time.

It was not until she returned to Tianze Palace in a daze that she suddenly remembered something, as if she had just woken up from a dream---

I have been so busy today that I even forgot to give Wanyan Hongze an IV!

It turned out that he had been with her for a whole day, but he didn't even bother to remind her that she had to give him an IV drip on time!

"Damn it! My stupid brain is not enough! How could I... How could I forget such an important thing?"

"That bastard Wanyan Hongze didn't even remind me!

His plague is already very serious. If he can't get an IV drip to reduce inflammation in time, he might not make it through the night!"

"No, no! I absolutely cannot let him die like this!

If he dies, who can protect me in Loulan?

Besides, we are already married, and we have already…"

Thinking that she had already given the most precious thing to Wanyan Hongze, Du Qingwan couldn't help but blush and her heart beat fast, and her ears turned red and hot.

"Miss, what are you mumbling about? Abao just came to tell you that the king suddenly fainted after returning to the palace, and asked you to go over and take a look..."

Zhao'er just came in with a pot of tea. Seeing Du Qingwan standing stupidly by the window muttering to herself, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Suddenly remembering that she met Abao on the road, she put down the tea and reported hurriedly.

Who would have thought that before she could finish her words, Du Qingwan suddenly turned around and ran out without saying a word.

Zhao Er was stunned and at a loss:

"Hey! Miss, I haven't finished talking yet! Wait for me!"

"boom---"

Zhao'er had just taken two steps when he suddenly bumped into Du Qingwan who had turned back, and his head was buzzing.

"Zhao'er, I forgot to bring the medicine box, hurry up!

If it was a step later, Wanyan Hongze would have been dead!"

Before Zhao'er could react, Du Qingwan gently pushed her, looking extremely anxious.

Zhao'er was caught off guard and almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Du Qingwan supported her in time. She finally stood firm and ran hurriedly to get the medicine box.

"Miss, the medicine box is here!"

"Follow me to the Blessing Palace!"

Soon, the master and servant rushed to the Cifu Palace.

Blessing Palace

"My Queen, you are finally here..."

As soon as Du Qingwan stepped into the Ci Fu Palace, A Bao hurriedly stood up from the bed, looking extremely panicked and his voice trembling slightly.

It can be seen that Wanyan Hongze is in a deep coma, and Abao is actually quite worried.

"How is Wanyan Hongze? Is he conscious?"

Du Qingwan quickly placed the medicine box beside the bed and used a small medical flashlight to check both pupils of Wanyan Hongze.

When she saw that Wanyan Hongze's pupils had begun to dilate, her eyes gradually became cold.

Suddenly the air felt thinner and I didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

"After returning from outside, I suddenly fell into a deep sleep and could not wake up."

A Bao didn't dare to hide it and told the truth immediately.

But Du Qingwan was busy injecting medicine into Wanyan Hongze at the moment and had no time to listen to Abao.

After all, Wanyan Hongze has reached this critical juncture, and it seems that there is no point in reporting any other situations.

The most important thing right now is to rescue him from the underworld as soon as possible, so that he won’t lose his life.

"Stop talking nonsense, come over here and give me a hand!

He is dying, I have to combine Chinese and Western medicine and give him both Chinese and Western medicines at the same time..."

Du Qingwan asked Zhao'er and Abao to assist her while she hurriedly prepared the potion and soon hung up Wanyan Hongze.

The three of them were so busy that it took them a while to finish.

"Miss, what is this you put on the king? Will it have any effect on the king's condition?"

Du Qingwan had just put down the silver needle when Zhao'er glanced at Wanyan Hongze and couldn't help but ask.

Du Qingwan was so tired that she was out of breath. She finally had time to sit down and drink a cup of tea. She didn't want to say a word at this moment.

Upon seeing this, A Bao quickly and gently tugged at Zhao'er's sleeve and gave her an anxious look, signaling her not to talk nonsense.

But Zhao Er was still a little worried and gently pushed A Bao away:

"It's okay, I'm just curious and want to ask..."

"Even if I tell you, you won't understand! The Chinese medicine ointment I applied to him was for reducing fever."

Before Zhao'er finished his words, Du Qingwan drank the tea in the cup, raised her eyes and smiled slightly.

When Zhao'er heard that it was a fever-reducing patch, he was immediately relieved.

But she immediately regained interest and continued to ask awkwardly:

“Then Miss… since you have already used ointment to reduce the fever, why do you still need to hang an IV and use silver needles?

If I remember correctly, you told me before that acupuncture and intravenous drip can reduce fever and detoxify, so... isn't it redundant?"

I have to say that Zhao'er is really curious.

Zhao'er had to get to the bottom of the medical skills that Du Qingwan had just demonstrated, which really put her in a difficult position.