I became a stepmother and got rich with my cute baby.

According to his memory, he could still vaguely remember what had happened in Xinghua Village in the past.

He knew that his wife was very powerful. Even if he encountered problems that he could not solve, there seemed to be someone behind him who could help him solve them.

So this person is also some kind of unspeakable secret behind her?

Cheng Qian'an felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't know how to describe the feeling. Anyway, it made him feel so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.

Song Wanqing still hid something from him.

Forget it, let’s not worry about these for now. Now he just wants Song Wanqing to be safe and sound.

Yan Chu came hurriedly with two doctors. Cheng Qian'an stepped aside and watched anxiously as the two doctors diagnosed and prescribed medicine.

"If anything happens, I'll just ask you guys!" He almost gritted his teeth as he spoke.

The two doctors trembled all over, and Yan Chu hurriedly comforted them, "Your Highness, Miss Song is very lucky and will be fine. Just focus on her treatment, Your Highness will not do anything to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice came from outside the door.

“Whose life is in danger?”

Doctor Zeng walked in tremblingly, and saw Song Wanqing lying on the bed. His cloudy eyes flashed with surprise, "Why is Miss Song injured like this?"

He hurried forward and took the patient's pulse himself for diagnosis.

Cheng Qian'an and Yan Chu suddenly came to their senses. Because the incident happened so suddenly, they both forgot that the great doctor Zeng was in charge of the mansion!

The two doctors hurriedly made way. Doctor Zeng felt Song Wanqing's pulse seriously, then carefully observed the wounds on his body and sighed.

Cheng Qi'an quickly came forward and asked anxiously, "How is it?"

Doctor Zeng looked at Cheng Qian'an jokingly and raised his eyebrows, saying, "It's okay, her life is not in danger, but Miss Song has suffered serious internal injuries, coupled with the infection from the external injuries, her body is now very weak. I will prescribe medicine for her to regulate her internal breath first, and you remember to feed her the medicine on time."

Cheng Qian breathed a sigh of relief, "Then, when will my wife wake up?"

"It could take as long as ten days or half a month, or as long as two or three days. It all depends on whether you can take good care of her."

As Dr. Zeng said this, he walked out to open the pharmacy, and the two doctors hurriedly followed him and fled.

Yan Chu was considerate and even closed the door before leaving. While waiting for the medicinal food to be served, Cheng Qian'an was not idle.

He asked two maids to change Song Wanqing into clean clothes, and then sat beside her and waited quietly.

As long as it's not life-threatening.

Cheng Qian'an felt a little lucky, but at the same time he couldn't imagine how he would survive if anything happened to her.

"Your Highness, the medicine is ready."

Yan Chu's voice sounded outside the door, and a dull voice sounded from inside, "Bring it in."

The medicine arrived, but the problem arose again.

Cheng Qian'an held the medicine and didn't know how to start. Song Wanqing was lying on the bed without any breath, like a dead person. He couldn't help but feel a pain in his eyes.

"I can only feed you." He groaned.

Cheng Qian'an put the medicine into his mouth. A strong bitter taste spread in his mouth, but he didn't even frown.

He leaned over Song Wanqing tenderly, his lips lightly pressing against her cold, dry lips.

The medicine was passed into Song Wanqing's mouth bit by bit, and Cheng Qian'an's expression did not change until the whole bowl of medicine was fed to him.

In the past, when he took medicine, he always liked to act coquettishly to her and ask for comfort. But now, can she feel such bitter medicine?

Cheng Qian'an's eyes were filled with sorrow. He sat quietly beside Song Wanqing's bed and did not dare to fall asleep for several days. He wanted to personally watch over his wife until she woke up.

However, Song Wanqing's condition became worse and worse, and she even started to have a fever.

Looking at her red cheeks and painful eyes, Cheng Qi'an felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

"Cheng Qi'an... Qi'an..."

A faint sound escaped from Song Wanqing's mouth. She was grabbing something in the air randomly. Cheng Qian'an quickly reached out to catch her hot little hand and held it tightly.

Song Wanqing seemed to sense it, and his tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

He quickly called Yan Chu over and said with a stern face, "Go find Dr. Zeng quickly, Wan Qing has a fever now!"

Yan Chu glanced at Song Wanqing, whose face was flushed red, and did not dare to delay. He immediately went to the backyard and dragged Doctor Zeng, who was still taking a nap, to come over.

When Cheng Qian saw him, he hurried over and said, "My wife has a fever, please come and see what's going on."

Doctor Zeng finally calmed down. He went up to carefully observe Song Wanqing's condition and suddenly felt a little amused. He stroked his pale beard and said, "You don't have to worry so much. The fever is caused by some infection in the wound on her body. I just need to prescribe some medicine for her."

As he spoke, he took out his treasured spiritual water from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Qian'an, "Give her this water, it will definitely reduce her fever tonight."

Cheng Qian'an recognized the medicine and quickly and carefully fed it into Song Wanqing's mouth.

After Doctor Zeng left, his tense heart was still not at ease. He just sat quietly beside the bed, staring at her face with worried eyes.

There was a dark circle under Cheng Qian'an's eyes. He hadn't had a good sleep for a long time.

Yan Chu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, and said worriedly: "Your Highness, why don't you go and have a rest, I will stay here to guard."

Hearing this, Cheng Qian'an glanced at him coldly. He would not feel at ease if he was not guarding by his side.

"You go ahead, I'll just stay here."

Yan Chu sighed helplessly and left the room.

at the same time.

Ji Huaichuan also heard the news that Song Wanqing was seriously injured, and hurried out of the study to go to the Song Mansion to find out what happened.

Coincidentally, Chu Jinning came to him with a box of cakes, "Brother Ji, where are you going?"

Hearing this, Ji Huaichuan paused, then looked at the cake in her hand, "Song Wanqing is injured, I want to go see him."

Chu Jinning's eyes suddenly darkened. She had heard the name Song Wanqing from Ji Huaichuan several times during this period. Why did he care so much...

Someone must be taking care of her. Chu Jinning shook the cake in his hand, looked at Ji Huaichuan expectantly, and said, "Why don't you eat something before you go, Brother Ji? This is what I learned from Nanny..."

Before he could finish his words, Ji Huaichuan had already left quickly.

Chu Jinning's voice gradually faded away. She looked at the direction where Ji Huaichuan left with red eyes. She put the pastries into the study room in a frustrated manner, and then walked back to the room angrily with her calves.

She threw herself on the bed, tears flowing uncontrollably. Her mind was full of the look Ji Huaichuan gave her before he left. Perhaps she was too sensitive, but she clearly felt Ji Huaichuan's impatience.

Chu Jinning stayed in the room for a long time and refused to come out. The housekeeper came to look for her and patiently coaxed her outside the door: "Miss Chu, it's time for dinner, come out quickly."