Madam, did she abuse the scum today?

Chapter 120 Is it so important?

Gently pushing open the door of the master bedroom, Ji Wuyou turned his head to look at Shen Yan and the others, and ordered them all to retreat, not to wait, and then walked into the room with Anu.

Standing by the bed, Ji Wuyou looked down at his son whose life or death was unknown on the bed, his eyes were sour, tears welled up in his eyes.

In my heart, there was a sharp pain like a knife!
But Ji Wuyou understands that this moment is not the time to be sad about spring and autumn.

After waving to the busy Xie Tingchuan and others, Ji Wuyou said in a low voice.

"You all go out, just leave it to me here."

Xie Tingchuan, who admired her medical skills very much, heard this, bowed his head respectfully, and walked out of the room with two nurses.

After Xie Tingchuan and the others left the room, Ji Wuyou glanced at the door that was still shaking slightly, and raised his hand to set up an isolation barrier.

After instructing Anu to prepare water immediately, Ji Wuyou bent over and sat on the edge of the bed, trembling, stretched out his hand and placed it gently between Murong Jing's nose, the weak breath of her fingertips made her heart slightly drop by two points .

Taking out two elixirs that have a miraculous effect on repairing internal and external injuries, but have serious side effects, Ji Wuyou's eyes fell on his face, which was full of breath and little breath. After a moment of hesitation, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth Stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Then, she took out the ointment for reducing swelling and blood stasis, dug some with her fingertips, and gently applied it on his face.

"Master, the water is ready."

The pale-faced Anu leaned on the door frame of the bathroom, looked at Ji Wuyou's back, and said softly like a mosquito.

Ji Wuyou nodded lightly, lifted the quilt, and when his eyes fell on the few bone-deep inscriptions on his chest, his eyes froze, and his eyes were burning with the fire of destroying the world!

In his heart, he gritted his teeth and said a name silently, Ji Wuyou almost gritted his silver teeth with hatred.

Suppressing the anger in his heart and looking away, Ji Wuyou picked up Murong Jing and strode into the bathroom.

Putting him in the pitch-black concoction, Ji Wuyou took out a purple jade bottle, and poured out a few spirit-eating Gu kings that were as big as an adult's thumb.

Bend down and gently patted the Gu King's chubby head, the next moment, the fierce Gu King calmed down in an instant, and obediently crawled into the deep scratches on Murong Jing's chest.

"what!!"

The soul-shattering pain caused Murong Jing, who was in a coma, to scream terribly.

Seeing his expression of unbearable pain, Ji Wuyou felt like a knife was piercing his heart, but he had no choice but to be ruthless and use such cruel and brutal methods to heal his wounds.

"Jing'er, bear with me, it will be fine soon."

"Jing'er, think about Xingwan. Because of your injury, she fainted because of her sudden mood swings, and she faintly showed signs of miscarriage. If you don't want her to have an accident with her child, you must be strong. Mother believes in you and believes in you. You will definitely make it through..."

Murong Jing, who was in a coma, seemed to have listened to her words, he didn't shout anymore, he just clenched his teeth, silently enduring this soul-shattering pain.

Seeing this, Ji Wuyou didn't know whether to cry or laugh, sad or happy.

The expression on his face was very complicated.

Was Chu Xingwan so important to him?

It is so important that it can control his emotions and thoughts!

……

At this time, in Fengluan Palace.

"Hahaha……"

Empress Zhao leaned lazily on the sofa with her head propped on one hand, watching the trending searches on her mobile phone, and burst into tears from laughing.

There is no half of the grace and dignity of the mother of a country.

Murong Yue, who was sitting opposite her, frowned slightly as she looked at her completely devoid of image.

Stretching out his hand to touch the center of his brows, Murong Yue turned his head and looked around, and said in a concentrated voice.

"Queen mother, please keep your voice down. If you let your father know what happened to the third brother, you, as the aunt, not only don't feel sorry for you, but also take pleasure in other misfortunes, he will definitely blame you! He is still losing money for the third brother! We are angry about the royal face, we'd better keep a low profile, so as not to get burned."

Queen Zhao nodded lightly when she heard the words, but the laughter did not stop.

"Mother!"

Seeing her more wanton laughter, Murong Yue raised his voice involuntarily.

"Queen, there are some things we know in our hearts. There is no need to show them to attract people's hatred. Murong Jing's matter has nothing to do with us. We just need to stay outside and watch the excitement. We don't need to get involved in it. It will only add hatred."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his throat was very dry and itchy, and he closed his hands into fists and put them on his lips to cough lightly, but he never thought that this cough would be out of control.

"Cough-cough-"

There was also an overwhelming surge in the chest, Murong Yue covered his mouth with his hand and coughed violently while bending his body slightly.

"Yueer, are you okay? Why are you coughing again?"

Hearing his piercing cough, Empress Zhao finally stopped laughing.

Looking worriedly at his almost transparent face with coughing, a heart went straight to his throat.

Murong Yue shook his head, and he didn't stop until his lung tubes almost burst from coughing.

Looking down at Yin Hong in the palm of his hand, a faint light quickly flashed across Murong Yue's eyes.

"Yueer, are you okay?"

Looking at his pale face, his gaze fell on the blood clot in his palm, and his expression changed.

The joy in his heart because of Murong Jing's scandal dissipated in an instant.

Holding a handkerchief, she gently wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth. Seeing his pale and transparent face, Empress Zhao felt as if a knife was piercing her heart.

"Yue'er, I'm sorry, it's all the mother's fault..."

Pull out a tissue to wipe off the blood on your hands, and throw the blood-soaked tissue into the trash can.

Murong Yue raised his eyes to look at Empress Zhao, with a gentle smile on his pale face, "Mother, I'm fine, don't worry, old age and disease are all personal fate, I have never blamed you, my mother doesn't have to blame yourself.

"Yue'er, Fu Jingchuan told me some time ago that he had developed a new drug for you, but why is your body still not getting better? It really doesn't work, let's change another doctor..."

"My queen, no need. I know my body well. It's not that Uncle Fu's medicine is useless, but my body is useless. Uncle Fu has taken care of me for more than [-] years, and has worked hard for my chronic illness for more than [-] years. There is hard work without credit, so don't let the old people feel cold."

Gently patted the back of her hand, Murong Yue looked at her with gentle eyes, and softly rejected her proposal.

"But, Yueer..."

Empress Zhao still wanted to say something, but when she saw his slightly frowning brows, she knew it was a sign of his anger, so she had no choice but to swallow the words that came to her lips.

"Mother, if you want to succeed, force alone is not enough, you also need loyalty and trust."

"Uncle Fu has been with me for more than [-] years. In order to get rid of my chronic diseases, he is obsessed with developing new medicines all day long. He never married. I can't let him down, let alone the people around me. Don't you want to say something like this in the future. Moreover."

"Okay, the queen mother knows."

"By the way, mother, I went to the Gu family that day, and the second son of the Gu family gave me a bottle of medicine. After I took it, I felt that the effect was not bad, so don't worry, I will be fine."

(End of this chapter)