Before she came back to her senses, her neck was clenched by his strong fingers. She rounded her eyes in shock, then saw the Prince’s angry face. The air was forcibly squeezed out of her chest, and she suddenly lost sight and almost fainted.
"He’s only ten." He gritted teeth by her ears. "How can you be so vicious? Drag her out and beat her with a rod for thirty!"
Yuan Qingling had been unable to fall asleep for several days, and had almost no physical strength. After being slapped, she was too weak to stand. The second his hand left her heck, she sank to the ground. She finally had air and took a deep breath at once, but she was suddenly dragged out by someone.
In a trance, she could only see Prince Wenhao's icy face, the disgust in his eyes, and his luxurious brocade coat...
She was dragged directly down the stone steps. Her head was knocked on the hard and sharp stone steps. There was a sharp tingling sensation. The next second, she lost sight again and finally fainted.
She woke up with pain after a short while. It was the pain that she had never experienced before. The heavy stick hit her waist and thighs again and again. It was utterly painful every hit. She felt that her waist and legs were probably going to fracture.
She tasted blood in her mouth, because she had bitten her lips and broke her tongue. She could barely see anything, but she didn't faint.
The pain kept her awake.
After thirty times, she felt that a lifetime had passed.
She was Yuan Qingling, a genius of the 22nd century and was admired and respected by countless people. Whenever she attended any occasions, she was always the focus of everyone’s attention.
Patients had high hope that she could develop a life-saving medicine.
However, right here, she just wanted to save a little boy. It turned out to be so difficult that it'd almost cost her life.
She was dragged back. No one cared about whether she was still alive or not. It would be the best that she was dead.
She was thrown on the marble floor of the Phoenix Mansion, together with her medicine box. It slammed heavily on her back.
She couldn't turn over, and she knew that her back was already bloody. She did her best to drag the medicine box over by reaching her hand to her back. She opened it, took out a pill, swallowed it, and gave herself another injection, hoping to survive today.
Gradually, she passed out.
In the low courtyard, after the Prince, Yu Wenhao, ordered Yuan Qingling to be beaten severely, his anger didn’t go away completely. He comforted Nurse Qi for a while before he left.
Tang Yang caught up with him. "Your highness, would you like to ask the doctor to come and have a look at her grace?"
Yu Wenhao had an evil idea. "No. Report a sudden death if she dies!"
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