The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

He just sat there quietly, looking at Jiang Nanyan, whose face was as pale as snow, as if he had been acupunctured, and remained motionless.

Wu Yu, who didn't dare to turn his head all this time, saw that Huang Fulian hadn't made any sound for a long time, worried that something happened to him, and made a sound again.

"Wang? How are you, Wang? Are you okay? Does the wound on your hand hurt again? Would you like me to give you a diagnosis and treatment first?" Wu Yu lowered his voice and said cautiously.

diagnosis and treatment?

Wu Yu's words caused a certain nerve in Huangfulian's mind to jump heavily. [

He remembered that Wu Yu was a doctor in the capital, and he was one of the best doctors.

Correct!

Wu Yu is a doctor, a well-known doctor in the capital, he can help Yan'er with diagnosis and treatment.

Huang Fulian took a deep breath, quickly lowered her head, and pressed it against Jiang Nanyan's chest, hearing a heartbeat that was weaker and weaker than the other, and extremely slow

Huang Fulian seemed to have been injected with stimulants, and her whole body came alive.

"Wu Yu! Come here immediately and treat her!" Huang Fulian raised her head and growled at Wu Yu's figure.

"Yes!" Wu Yu received the order and turned around quickly without daring to delay for a moment.

"Diagnose and treat her!" Huang Fulian roared anxiously.

"Yes." Wu Yu was startled, not daring to hesitate for a moment, and immediately stepped forward to hold Jiang Nanyan's pulse.

In the next second, Wu Yu's face turned livid.