Divine Doctor Concubine

Chapter 427 Finally Waking Up
Xiaoqing could probably feel that Feng Wushang's body did not have the ferocity of those guards just now, so the tense and vigilant snake body also began to relax slowly.

The cool scales couldn't help but arched back and forth between Murong Jiujiu's neck, uttering snake letters intimately, as if trying to wake up the unconscious master.

Seeing that Xiaoqing was no longer on guard against him, Feng Wushang slowly stretched out a hand. Under the night-like silk brocade robe, the jade-like five fingers tentatively touched her. forehead.

Seeing Murong Jiujiu still murmuring uneasily in his nightmare.

Feng Wushang frowned lightly, then held her slender hand that was exposed outside the silk quilt, feeling the heat from her palm, he couldn't help but squeeze a little bit.

"Yu... Yuhua."

Murong Jiujiu finally murmured this name in pain in a nightmare.

With Feng Wushang's handsome face as cold as ice, he sighed softly, "I'm here."

I thought it was just an insignificant comforting word, but I didn't expect that Murong Jiujiu, who was restless in the nightmare, seemed to hear it, and seemed to understand it, and stopped his anxious murmurs.

Instead, he unconsciously held Feng Wushang's hand tightly, as if afraid that he would leave.

"Doctor Lin, how is she?"

Dr. Lin, who has been serving next to her, is an old Chinese doctor over half a century old, and also the chief guest servant of Feng's family. His medical skills are naturally superb.

Hearing this, he stroked his beard, and said with some concern: "Mistress's body is just suffering from a great deal of coldness. It is best to use medicine to drive away the cold air, and the fever will subside immediately, but the most serious thing is not the bruise on Mistress's forehead." That wound, but the mistress's womb has already been full of thoughts and depression, this time it is just because of this accident, the illness has come like a mountain, as for the wound on the mistress's forehead..."

"It didn't hurt the bone, but I'm afraid it will leave a scar."

In fact, Feng Wushang didn't worry too much about leaving scars, he had seen Murong Jiujiu, the self-healing ability of the Moon Spirit Clan, such wounds should also recover.

"Just when can she wake up?"

"After the fever subsides, you should be able to wake up."

Doctor Lin said so, but no one thought that Murong Jiujiu's high fever lasted for three whole days, during which time he was in a daze, and all kinds of precious medicinal materials began to flow continuously day by day. Send it from Qixia Hall.

Even the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of medicine.

But because of this, Feng Wushang's face almost became gloomy for several days, and the air pressure in the Qixia Hall also began to plummet, but luckily, after three days, Murong Jiujiu's fever finally subsided.

"...Hey, how could this person have had a fever for three days in a row? I'm afraid that even if the mistress is safe this time, there will be some root cause of the disease..."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"But it's strange to say that every time the mistress is in a coma and has nightmares, as soon as the head of the family comes, talks to the mistress, or holds the hand of the mistress, the mistress doesn't seem so sad..."

"However, what the mistress seems to be saying are the names of other people."

"Still talking nonsense..."

"Oh, I don't know when the mistress will wake up?"

"Hey, it's snowing outside, let's go and have a look."

The maidservant's scolding voice could be heard, followed by the sound of clearing the dishes, and the hurried footsteps, and soon, all of them disappeared.

Only in the quiet bedroom, in the jade furnace, is the calming incense slowly rising.

And on the big golden nanmu bed, the gently swaying moon shadow gauze, and under the sand, the pale face that had been sleeping, finally opened slowly at this moment.

But these eyes are full of confusion and bewilderment about everything in front of them.

Because she found that her mind was empty, as if something had been forcibly erased, there was no trace of herself, and she even forgot who she was.

But she sat up subconsciously, found a pair of shoes from the couch in a daze, and walked out with difficulty.

"The snow is so beautiful..."

Outside the door, a few little maidservants shouted happily, each of them was wearing thick and beautiful winter clothes, standing in a cluster under the eaves in the corridor, reaching out to catch the snow that was flying all over the sky.

Where did you notice the movement in the house.

Until there was a creak, the door opened.

Among them, Qing Yan, who was the most vigilant, turned around suddenly, and saw a young girl standing blankly behind the vermilion threshold, looking at them in a daze.

"Mistress..."

"Meet the mistress."

Several new maidservants saw that the mistress who had been in a coma for several days woke up, panicked for a moment, and knelt down on the ground one after another.

And when they were kneeling, Murong Jiujiu, who looked bewildered, had already walked out of the room, but she didn't pay attention to the steps under her feet.

One step on the air, the body suddenly lost its balance, and fell down the high steps.

"Mistress!"

Qingyan let out a cry, and was about to rescue her, when she saw a black shadow flashing under the steps, Murong Jiujiu, who was panicked by the fall, had already fallen into the embrace of Feng Wushang who came suddenly.

"Murong Jiujiu."

Feng Wushang would come to visit Murong Jiujiu almost every day, but every day, what he faced was Murong Jiujiu's comatose and pale appearance. For five days, Feng Wushang, even Feng Wushang, gradually became anxious.

Unexpectedly, she finally woke up from the surprise that came today. Dr. Lin said that as long as she wakes up, she will be fine.

Probably because of this momentary surprise, Feng Wushang, who had always been cold-faced in the past few days, suddenly smiled joyfully in the snow. His ink clothes were picturesque, and his handsome face was as white as jade.

The starry eyes are dotted, elegant and dazzling.

It actually made Murong Jiujiu a little dumbfounded, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes without concealing it.

"you……"

Such a beautiful person.

The two were actually standing in the snow, looking at each other strangely.

Soon, Feng Wushang realized that something was wrong with Murong Jiujiu, her eyes were wrong, too clear, too dazed, shouldn't she hate and hate herself?
How could you obediently throw him in such a hug?

Just when the two of them were changing their minds, Murong Jiujiu felt his feet tightened, and heard a hissing sound, and when he lowered his head, he saw a big green snake crawling up towards her.

"Ah... snake..."

Without any warning, Murong Jiujiu screamed in panic, like a drowning person, he regarded Feng Wushang as her driftwood, and hurriedly climbed up, exerting all his might.

With one kick, Xiaoqing, who was defenseless, was thrown one meter away.

And Feng Wushang didn't expect that Murong Jiujiu would suddenly be afraid of her own pet, he couldn't stand firm for a moment, and leaning forward, he was suddenly grabbed by her.

Thanks to his quick eyesight and quick hands, he protected Murong Jiujiu with one hand, and quickly pressed against the pillar behind him with the other, the two managed to stand firm.

(End of this chapter)