my queen is childish

As soon as the news of the old lady's critical illness came out, all the doctors put down their work and rushed to the hall in a hurry.The silver-haired woman also used this reason not to drink the medicine in the bowl.

By the time she got to the lobby, most of the doctors had already arrived.

It is said that when there are many people, it is difficult to unify opinions.Some people say that it is good to use this method, but there are people below who make disdainful voices, saying that this method does not make sense, some people say that this medicine should be used, and some people should use that medicine.In short, there are almost dozens of methods for dozens of people in the hall.Everyone was arguing about it, and the whole hall seemed to explode.But this is a matter of life and death!The butler stood aside, not knowing what to do.After all, he doesn't know medical skills, and the general just happened to be out today, so no one can make the decision.

The silver-haired woman tugged at her son's sleeve, and the young man nodded knowingly.Then the two quietly left the hall.The two went back to the room to get the silver needle and the medicine box, and then went directly to the old lady's room.

At this time, there were only a few maids left in the old lady's room.Seeing the silver-haired woman coming in with a medicine box, she didn't suspect anything, so she listened to the silver-haired woman's words and retreated one by one.

The woman took the old lady's pulse carefully, frowning slightly.She spread out the silver needles and took out one of them. Just as she was about to insert the needle, she suddenly remembered something, turned her head and said to her son who was guarding the side: "Son, you stay at the door. If something happens later, , don’t let anyone in.”

"Yes, mother." The young man went out and closed the door gently.

About two more incense sticks passed, and everyone in the hall felt that there was no way to continue the quarrel. The old lady was in an urgent condition and could not be delayed any longer, so they decided to adopt the method of the doctor who treated the old lady.

After the decision was made, the group rushed to the old lady's bedroom.

At the same time, the silver-haired woman was concentrating on administering needles to the old lady.There was already dense fine sweat on her head, and her face became paler and paler.

When the butler led the crowd to the old lady's door, he saw a majestic young man standing solemnly in front of the door, like a statue carved from suet jade.

"Who are you to be so bold?" the butler asked loudly while trying to open the door.

"My mother is administering needles to the old lady. No one is allowed to enter, or you will be responsible for the consequences." The young man stopped the housekeeper.

Hearing the young man's threat, the housekeeper didn't dare to act rashly. Although he didn't know medical skills, he also knew that if someone disturbed him at such a time, the old lady might...

"If something happens to the old lady, I will make this day next year your memorial day!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the silver-haired woman in the room became even paler, and the hand holding the silver needle became trembling.Using the last bit of strength to apply the last needle, the silver-haired woman stood up feebly while supporting the edge of the bed.

"Pfft—" A mouthful of blood gushed out from the silver-haired woman's mouth.

Hearing the movement inside the house, the young man rushed in, followed by others.At this time, the silver-haired woman's plain white clothes were now blooming with coquettish red plums, and there were some blood stains on her mouth.Her originally pale face was even less blood-colored now, and with her silver hair, she looked like a lonely ghost who had snatched her soul from the underworld, and everyone present couldn't help but gasp. .

The young man hurried up to support the silver-haired woman's precarious body.The silver-haired woman forced a smile, as if to comfort the young man, telling him not to be too nervous.

The young man supported the silver-haired woman and slowly walked out of the room.

When passing by the butler, the silver-haired woman suddenly stopped in her tracks, and said in a voice that was weak enough for the butler to hear clearly: "Unfortunately, my memorial day is not today, it will be three days later."

Hearing that the butler's feet went limp, he fell to the ground, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.Is he the devil?