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Qingyun ran over in a hurry, "Prince, the prince is in danger, Imperial Physician Chen, please go over."

The prince glanced at Zhu Jiu and said to Qingyun, "Just stay here and watch, don't do anything."

Qingyun: His master is badly injured and his heart has sunk to the bottom. How could he still have the mind to do anything?

The prince left, and the maid brought in three ginsengs of different ages and asked Qingyun

"Sir, should these ginsengs of different years be cooked separately or together?"

"Aren't they all ginseng? Cook them together."

The maid holding the ginseng went out, and a little servant came running over in a hurry, "Sir, someone is coming from Changle Palace, and Steward Zhu wants you to go over there."

"Got it. Ask the maid to make the ginseng soup, and then come and look after Zhu Jiu."

There was no one in the room for a while. A little head popped out from the purse hanging on Zhu Jiu's waist. It turned its neck humanely to look around, then shrank its body and bounced onto Zhu Jiu's chest.

With another bounce, it landed on Zhu Jiu's forehead, then moved to Zhu Jiu's left eye, and its almost negligible feet pulled at his eyelid.

Uh, my eyelids are still the same, motionless.

The little guy crawled back to his forehead, and his pair of sesame-sized eyes revealed a tangled look.

Finally, as if making a big decision, the round head nodded slightly.

The little guy curled up in a circle, biting the tip of his tail, with a look of grievance in his eyes, and even his eyelashes trembled.

A few drops of green blood ooze out from the tip of the white tail and drip onto Zhu Jiu's brow.

It quickly penetrates into the skin without leaving any traces

The little guy didn't have the energy he had just when he jumped out of the purse. His eyelids drooped, and after moving a few times, he rolled down Zhu Jiu's forehead.

In Prince Han's bedroom, Chen, the imperial physician, took the prince alone and said, "Your Highness, Prince Han's health is very bad now. Although I don't know why Prince Han is hanging on for so long, this breath may die at any time.

I know that the last time you and the prince were able to turn danger into safety, it must have been with the help of a master.

"My Lord, can the Prince of Han survive this disaster? I'm afraid it depends on whether you can invite this expert?"

The prince said, "You are also the leaders in the medical field, don't you have any solution?"

Chen Yuyi was ashamed and said, "I am an incompetent old minister. I hope Your Majesty can make a decision soon."

The prince went to see Mr. Zhang again, "Old Master, you..."

Elder Zhang interrupted the prince and said, "To be honest, facing a person who is poisonous inside and looks so broken that he can barely be called meat, this is the first time in my decades of medical practice that I have no idea where to start."

The prince said, "Even if it can't be cured, is there any way to temporarily save it?

It will take time for us to find a master.”

He didn't know when his sister Jiuer would wake up, and he didn't know if she would have the strength to continue the treatment even after she woke up.

Mr. Zhang sighed and said, "Let's leave it to fate."

The prince was worried and anxious, "Don't these guys always think they are awesome?

How come it's useless at the critical moment? "

After saying that, regardless of the expressions of the others, he rushed out the door and ran to the yard where Zhu Jiu lived.

The maid was feeding Zhu Jiu ginseng soup spoonful by spoonful, but Zhu Jiu's mouth was tightly closed, so most of the soup didn't go in.

The prince came over to take over the maid's job, lifted Zhu Jiu's upper body up, sat behind her, and let her lean on his arms.

First, take out a handkerchief and wipe the soup off Zhu Huan's chin and neck. Then, use one hand to gently pinch Zhu Huan's cheek.

Zhu Jiu opened his mouth slightly, and the prince fed him ginseng soup spoonful by spoonful.

The maid standing by wanted to bury her head in her chest.

She actually saw tenderness in the prince's eyes?

And the action seemed to be cautious?

The prince, Guard Zhu, two men? Could it be that they have some special fetish?

Zhu Jiu, who had just regained consciousness, felt warm all over, as if he was bathing in the sun, soaking in a hot spring, or like a withered flower that had been nourished and was blooming freely.

Countless small spots of light appeared in her body, like hardworking guards, vigorously driving away and devouring the small black spots.

The three beads in her Dantian were like three greedy babies, sucking up energy in big gulps. They were sparkling all over, and the mottled cracks were gradually repaired.

The prince, who was concentrating on drinking the ginseng soup, moved his nose and sniffed gently.

"vomit……"

The prince quickly put Zhu Jiu back on the bed, rushed to the table, supported the table with one hand, bent over and vomited violently.

The maid, who was still thinking about eating melons, looked at the prince in confusion. The next second, an indescribable smell came to her nose.

Even though I held my breath, my stomach still churned.

The maid's cheeks were puffy like a hamster. Although the food in her stomach had already reached her mouth, her status did not allow her to be so unbridled.

The prince finally had nothing to say, and when the maid was about to ejaculate, he mercifully waved his hand and let her go.

The maid ran as fast as she could in her life. As soon as she stepped out of the door, she couldn't hold back any longer.

The prince's face turned black. "After cleaning up, come and deal with the filth in the house."

Ask someone to boil some more hot water."

"Yes, Lord Prince."

When the prince came to the bed again, Zhu Jiu's exposed skin looked as if it was covered with a layer of dust.

"I just vomited once, why does it feel like a lifetime? My sister's face is covered in dust"

The prince took his sleeve and carefully wiped Zhu Jiu's face clean.

"Sister, let me wipe your face first. Although I treat you like my own sister, there are differences between men and women. You pooped in your pants, and I can't clean it up for you.

After I feed you this bowl of ginseng soup, I will go find Aunt Yun and ask her to clean up for you.

This way you can sleep comfortably without exposing the fact that you are a girl."

The shackles on Zhu Jiu fell off, and she felt that she was now terribly strong, and her whole body was full of strength.

Warm liquid was poured into his mouth again, and Zhu Jiu opened his eyes.

"Stop pouring it in! My bladder is going to explode if you continue pouring it in!" When Zhu Jiu woke up, the prince was still feeding her ginseng soup.

The prince threw the bowl away and touched Zhu Jiu's forehead, "Thank God, you finally believed me. I brought you back, but your face was as pale as if you had been dead for days. I was scared to death."

Zhu Jiu raised her hand and slapped the hand that the prince had placed on her forehead, and said unhappily, "Then just treat me as if I were resurrected from the dead."

Zhu Jiu said as he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

I glanced towards the bed and didn't see my shoes.

There was no time to look for it, so I rushed out barefoot.

The prince quickly grabbed her and said, "Xiao Jiuer, what are you doing? You haven't put on your shoes yet?"

"I need to go to the toilet, please let me go," she felt her bladder was about to explode.

Zhu Jiu rushed to the toilet and hurriedly removed the obstacles. With a sound that can only be meant but not expressed in words, he finally felt relieved.