Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 34

Yuan Qingling stood up and stretched her aching painful hands. Her shoulders and cervical vertebra were in so much pain that she almost couldn't bear it.

She looked around. Everyone present was not qualified to be an intern or even a nurse, so she couldn't ask for help to them.

Princess, if it's really hard on you, why don't you ask Nurse Qi to help you? She's good at needlework. Xu Yi suggested awkwardly. He had just caused a scene and was hoping to gain some respect back at this time.

"If Your Highness is a set of clothes, you can ask her to help." Yuan Qingling said indifferently.

Yu Wenqing couldn't help asking, "What are you doing? The wound will heal naturally. Why do you sew it up?"

It seemed that this woman knew some medical skills, but it was not an orthodox medical skill, but some kind of witchcraft. That box was the witch doctor's box.

If it wasn't for his grandfather's orders, he wouldn't have allowed her to fool with him.

What she said ridiculous most was that his blood was not suitable for Yu Wenhao. They were born of the same father and of one blood. Why couldn't he use it?

Yuan Qingling didn't want to talk to him at all. She turned around and relaxed her neck slowly.

Yu Wenqing was so angry. Chu Mingcui was right. Yuan Qingling was an arrogant liar and too proud to care about others.

He firmly believed that Yu Wenhao getting better because of his Violet God Pill not Yuan Qingling.

And this hateful Yuan Qingling continued to sew the wound up.

During this period, Yu Wenhao woke up, but his consciousness was not very clear. He glanced at Yuan Qingling in a daze and then fainted again.

Yuan Qingling knew that he was in great pain, because even in a coma, his body would still tremble slightly because of pain. However, she had no choice because there was no anesthesia medicine already.

This was very odd. The medicine chest seemed to be against Yu Wenhao. Yesterday, she saw a bottle of anesthesia in the medicine chest, but she failed to find it just now.

The medicine chest seemed to have its own ideas. It thought that Yu Wenhao was too hateful, so it did not give him anesthesia medicine.

While sewing the needles, Yuan Qingling thought that perhaps the medicine chest was her subconscious reaction. And she was having a dream now.

She wanted to have fun in tiredness, but she failed because it was a matter of life and death.

By the time the wound was treated, it was almost noon.

Continued to inject blood, infuse anti-inflammatory.

Finally, in the evening, the situation gradually stabilized.

However, it was not optimistic, because she was not sure how serious the internal injury was. It was still unknown whether the injury would cure at night.

Yuan Qingling asked them to rest in batches, and she also took the time to eat and lay down on the ground to take a nap with a cushion.

At seven o'clock in the night, servant Chang came to ask about the situation. Tang Yang quickly woke up Yuan Qingling.

When she got up from the ground, she saw servant Chang coming in.

Servant Chang looked at her with pity. He had witnessed how hard the princess had been working recently.

"How is the prince?" Servant Chang asked softly.

"Getting better now, but I'll have to observe tonight." Yuan Qingling asked, "How is the Retired Emperor?"

"He is throwing a tantrum!" Servant Chang said helplessly, "No one can persuade him to take the medicine, even the king. He said it was too bitter."

Yuan Qingling nodded and said, "I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take back. Please serve him."

Now, she didn't want to hide it anymore. That fact that she knew medical skills would definitely be exposed.

Yu Wenqing widened his eyes and said in horror, "You... you prescribed medicine to my grandfather? Do you really know medical skills?"