The world's medical concubine wants to divorce

Chapter 182
All the imperial doctors are here. This is a life-and-death struggle, and the imperial doctors are racing against death.

Song Yunqian kept holding her hand in front of the bed, only thinking of what the Taoist said, he was already desperate in his heart, but he kept injecting hope into himself, he told himself that she couldn't bear him, so she would hold on.

However, when the imperial doctor knelt down in front of him and told him that neither the adult nor the fetus could be saved, his body slid limply, his head hit the corner of the bed, and he bled profusely!
He never knew that she was pregnant. He had been looking forward to it for a long time, and he always wanted to have a child. He wanted to have a child with her. Whether it was a daughter or a son, he didn't care.As long as it was born by her, he would regard it as a treasure.

However, he didn't have the chance to see the birth of the child. Looking at Wen Yi's silent face, his heart seemed to be hollowed out. He tried hard to gather his thoughts and think about what to do next, but his head was full of... Scattered, he can't hold on to anything.

Someone around him helped him up, and he subconsciously held that person's hand. When he saw Song Yungang, the king of the town, he said blankly: "Brother Huang, I finally lost her!"

Song Yungang nodded with a sob, and said, "It's okay, it's okay, there will be miracles, there will be miracles!"

Song Yunqian's heart was ashamed, and he continued to mutter: "In this life, no matter who I love or who loves me, they will die because of me in the end!"

Song Yungang also shed tears. He knew that Wen Yi's death was a devastating blow to Song Yunqian, and he couldn't accept Wen Yi leaving again.

Zhuge Ming was summoned urgently, and when he saw the bloodless Wen Yi, his heart clenched tightly. Without saying a word, he stepped forward to rescue him.

However, Wen Yi didn't respond, she couldn't feel her pulse.

Zhuge Ming jumped up, punched Song Yunqian in the face, and roared at him: "Her master once said that if she continues to stay by your side, she will lose her life. Why are you so selfish? Why can't you let her go?" Go? You hurt her time and time again, disregarding her feelings, disregarding her pain, you circle around so many women, coax her like a puppy when you like it, doubt and speculate when you don’t like it, Song Yunqian, if you don't love her, you should let her go."

"Zhuge Ming, are you crazy?" Song Yungang pulled him away and scolded angrily.

Song Yunqian looked at Zhuge Ming firmly, his heart was like a blunt knife. Yes, he knew from the beginning that if she continued to stay by his side, she would die. Why is he always so selfish and conceited?What did he think he could change?
It was his selfishness that killed her, and it was he who always hurt her in the name of loving her.

He squatted down, his heart ached beyond measure.

If he could get her better, he would rather never see her in his life, as long as she was alive.

Suddenly, Imperial Physician Lan shouted, "Look, it seems to be breathing."

Everyone looked over, and sure enough, they saw Wen Yi's chest rising and falling slightly. Although it was very slight, it was clearly visible.

Zhuge Ming hurried over, stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, the pulse was hardly audible, but there was a pulse.

"Quick, keep saving her!" Zhuge Ming shouted in a hoarse voice, he opened the medicine box, took out the heart protection pill, and fed it to Wen Yi.

A trace of ecstasy surged in Song Yunqian's heart, he looked at her cautiously, watching the imperial doctor and Zhuge Ming rescue her, he saw that the wound on her chest was huge and terrifying, although the blood had stopped, the blood was still dripping out.

He held his breath, lest a deep breath would change the situation.

Zhuge Ming asked everyone to go out, but he didn't want to go, standing by the bed like a log, quietly looking at the woman he loved the most in his life.

Zhuge Ming had nothing to do with him, so he had to let him stay.

Zhuge Ming has already fed a few heart-protecting pills, but there is no progress, but the only thing that is gratifying is that her pulse can still be detected, and she can feel her breath between her nose.

She's alive and that's the best news.

Song Yunqian has been guarding her all the time, what happened today is like a nightmare.

For three days and three nights in a row, Wen Yi didn't wake up, but his pulse didn't disappear either. Song Yunqian guarded him for three days and three nights, not eating, drinking or sleeping.

Zhuge Ming didn't leave, he would feed Wen Yi a heart-protecting pill every day, and then force-feed some soup to protect her life.

On the fourth day, Zhu Fangyuan came with a Taoist.

The Taoist looked at Wen Yi's pale and bloodless face, and shook his head gently, "You child, why don't you listen? Do you still remember the reason why the King of Medicine asked you to come? Your golden needle technique is to benefit the people. Yes, but you are trapped by love, and you have failed the painstaking efforts of the medicine king and the teacher for you."

After hearing his words, Song Yunqian burst into tears, disregarding the majesty of the king of a country, he knelt down and begged him: "Daoist, please save her."

The Taoist priest raised the whisk and sighed, "If I can save her, are you willing to let her go?"

Song Yunqian nodded, with sadness flooding his eyes, "As long as she can survive, it's fine for me not to see her in this life."

The Taoist priest nodded: "You are the king of a country, and you have your mission. She has traveled through thousands of years, and she also has her mission. I will take her away, and she will live. However, your fate can only be continued in the next life." .”

The Taoist priest sighed and hugged Wen Yi, the wind was blowing under his feet, and he went away against the wind.

Qian Shan helped Song Yunqian up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, the master is gone."

Song Yunqian stared at the direction where Taoist priest and Wen Yi disappeared, then left with heavy steps.

It is also a good wish to miss this life and continue in the next life.

It's just that he didn't know how to make his heart less painful.

He stood in front of the corridor, watching the flowers bloom, and he seemed to hear her clear voice again: "My name is Wen Yi!"

It was not a plague, her smiling face was a flower in his heart, it was always bright and never faded.

Until his life ceased and his soul flew away.

He probably never loved a woman so deeply in his life.

Maybe love is a plague.

Song Yunqian sat in front of the porch of Caiwei Palace, he had been sitting for a long time, since Wen Yi was taken away by the Taoist, he had been sitting here.

In my heart, from the initial sadness to joy slowly.

At least, she is not dead, at least, he once had her.

They have a memory that they will never forget in this lifetime.

The fallen flowers in front of the corridor are still there, but the person is gone, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter, Song Yunqian thought in his heart, it doesn’t matter if you leave, you shouldn’t be trapped in the palace, you should have your own dreams, you should have your own pursuit, you can’t Being dragged down by me again, being with me, you get hurt again and again, Wen Yi, I only wish you peace and joy in this life, no more worries.

"Your Majesty, I'm going back to eat!"

The one who spoke was Eunuch Lu, the new chief eunuch promoted by the empress dowager, who was bowing and waiting for the emperor to drive.

"Xiao Luzi, where did you work before?" Song Yunqian didn't stand up, but asked Director Lu.

Eunuch Lu replied humbly: "If you go back to the emperor, the slave was working in the Ministry of Internal Affairs before."

"Then the belongings of Caiwei Palace were all sent by you?"

"Go back to the emperor, that's right!"

Song Yunqian stood up and glanced back at the door of Caiwei Palace. This door is always opened for only one person.

"Closing the Caiwei Palace, no one is allowed to enter except me."

Manager Lu was slightly startled, then lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, "Yes!"

Song Yunqian strode away. From then on, there was no warmth in Caiwei Palace, nor was there warmth in his life.

(End of this chapter)