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Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 119

An hour later, Yu Wenhao glared at Yuan Qingling. She was sitting at the table. Her body was half-exposed, and her hands were over her neck and collarbone, scratching.

Her face, collarbone, neck, and even her half-exposed chest were filled with rashes and scratch marks.

The dishes and forks were lying on the floor, broken and dirty. Nurse Xi and Lu Ya were already out of the room.

Even Dooby escaped before the first bowl fell on the ground.

She just had one glass, and that happened. The wine wasn't even that strong!

Yu Wenhao rose slowly and retreated to the door. He wanted to flee the scene.

Yuan Qingling picked up her staff and slammed it heavily on the table, and shrieked, "Don't you dare!"

Yu Wenhao suddenly had an urge to kill her.

He hated being threatened.

Yuan Qingling's whole body was itching relentlessly. She was confused. This had never happened before. It wasn't the first time she drank wine. Why would she be allergic this time?

She realized that she couldn't bear the biting itch, as if it was coming out of her skin from his blood. She looked in the medicine box for a while, but couldn't find a single drug that could be used for allergies.

She wanted to peel off her skin, and Yu Wenhao wanted to flee under this circumstance?

"My back is itchy, but I can't reach it!"Yuan Qingling beat the table with her legs and tried to reach her back.

"Where the hell is the doctor?" Yu Wenhao growled. Yet he had no choice but rushed to her and help her with the itch.

Her back was hot, and his hands were heating because of it. That was uncanny! That was way too hot! Yu Wenhao felt like she could get on fire at any minute.

The doctor arrived. Yu Wenhao pulled up Yuan Qingling's clothes, covered her up, and yelled, "Can't you knock?"

The doctor looked at the main gate and another small one lying on the floor with confusion. There was no door for him to knock!

He didn't dare to look directly at Yu Wenhao's face thought. This was because the doctor had already seen the scratch marks on his face. They looked like cat's whiskers.

"Hurry up! Check on her!" Yu Wenhao's patience was worn out. His face was the last thing he cared about at the moment.

The doctor hurried over to Yuan Mingling, yet his diagnosis didn't take up much time. He wrote down a prescription and explained, "Nothing serious. Just allergic to alcohol. I will prepare the drug immediately."

Yu Wenhao took the prescription from the doctor's hand gritted, "I can help with that!"

The doctor sighed. What had happened to their wise prince?

Yuan Qingling's allergy faded in the middle of the night. Yu Wenhao was too tired to move, so he crashed in the Phoenix Palace. The dining room was a mess. Yuan Qingling woke up, got out of bed and gulped down a large glass of water, and felt like she escaped from death. She sat quietly in her chair and began to recall what had happened earlier.

Every time she had an injury, she always felt her brain was more clear than ever and her senses were also sharpened. She could hear the sounds coming from far away, and see the courtyard in the dark without any difficulties like she had night vision.

She also seemed to hear the sound of her brain cells splitting and the neurons expanding.

She took out the medicine box, pressed the lock, and murmured," Streptomycin!"

The box opened slowly and she saw two shots of streptomycin injections. Yuan Qingling closed the box. She discovered a pattern. Whenever she suffers, the box would improve. It seemed like it had something to do with the change in her brain. That was excellent news. It gave her hope that she would have full control over the box along with her brain development. She thought about using streptomycin on Yu Wenhuai. Maybe for fifteen days, and she could take the next step according to this. Yuan Qingling arranged the drugs in her box neatly. The hemorrhoid cream and keserol were still in it. Yuan Qingling stuffed them in the bottom of the box because they weren't used that often.

When returned to the bedroom, Yuan Qingling saw Yu Wenhao was sleeping like a pig.

‘He didn't drink much. Why is he this drunk?' Yuan Qingling wondered. Looking at the scratch marks on his face, Yuan Qingling felt guilty. She shouldn't have done that. ‘How will he go to work like this?' Yuan Qingling wondered and she yawned. It had been a long day. She climbed over him to go to the other side of the bed to sleep and her movement woke Yu Wenhao up.

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