The God of Medicine and Concubine: Peerless Miss

chapter 231
"Illusory Lord." Leader Li responded face-to-face, secretly glanced at the expressions of Xu Huanyan and Feng Hanyu who were on the bed and said, "Illusory Lord, please give me instructions."

"Doctor Xuan!"

"Yes."

There is a wind blowing in the quiet palace.

"It hurts..." Xu Huanyan murmured, her hands clinging to her chest, her whole body curled up because of the pain, and a thick stream of sweat oozes from her forehead.

Xu Huanyan didn't know why it hurt so suddenly.

Feng Hanyu looked at her with worry on his brows, couldn't help but reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat from her forehead, then held her hand, and used his true strength to relieve her pain.

In a daze, Xu Huanyan seemed to hear him talking, and said vaguely: "Feng Hanyu, don't leave me."

Listening, Feng Hanyu couldn't help showing a soft smile, and didn't say anything more, as if there was a warm current surging in the deepest part of his heart.

"Phantom Lord." The imperial doctor walked in front of Feng Hanyu and looked at him with some embarrassment.He took Miss Qingge's hand and asked him how to feel the pulse, but he dared not complain, so he could only stand there sullenly, after all, he knew the temper of the phantom master.

But I couldn't help being surprised, a concubine could be so favored by the illusory lord before, but although the third lady has been in the palace for more than a month, she has never been canonized by the illusory lord, and now she has such weight in the illusory lord's eyes.

Seeing Xu Huanyan's brows gradually relax, Feng Hanyu's heart relaxed slightly, he glanced at the imperial doctor next to him, stood up and stood aside.

The imperial doctor stepped forward and took Xu Huanyan's hand to cut her pulse. The pulse was disordered, and the breathing was also weak and strong. Although there were symptoms and sickness, it seemed that there was no definite disease. He hesitated and couldn't help being more careful. I've had a consultation.

"How?" Feng Hanyu asked, there was concern in the simple word.

"My lord, I can't diagnose Miss Qingge's illness." The imperial doctor said carefully.Although saying this will make the illusion master angry, and maybe it will make him lose his mind, but it is better to tell the truth than not to tell the truth.

"Trash!" Feng Hanyu frowned angrily.

"Phantom Lord, spare my life, Fantasy Lord, spare my life." The imperial doctor hurriedly knelt on the ground and dozed and bowed, his face full of compassion.

Feng Hanyu glanced coldly at Leader Li, then nervously looked at Xu Huanyan who was still screaming in pain on the bed, his handsome eyebrows frowned involuntarily.

"Get out!" Feng Hanyu roared impatiently, the imperial doctor thanked him and left in a hurry.

"Ah—" Xu Huanyan on the bed exhaled again because of the pain in her chest, and the cold sweat on her forehead was once again dense.

Feng Hanyu stretched out his hand to hold her tightly, and transferred his true strength to her again, so that her pain could be relieved a little, and he gently stroked his forehead with one hand.

It was the heart-piercing pain of peeling her off this body, Xu Huanyan grabbed Feng Hanyu's hand tightly with her backhand, and Feng Hanyu didn't make a sound even though her sharp nails pierced into the flesh, just by her.

The entire Liuyu Palace was surprisingly quiet, Xu Huanyan fell asleep peacefully on his bed, while Feng Hanyu stayed by her side all the time, transmitting her true strength and helping her relieve her pain.

When I woke up, it was already dawn.

The pain in Xu Huanyan's heart also seemed to have eased a lot, and there were waves of warm currents pouring into her body from her arms. She couldn't help turning her head to the side, only to see Feng Hanyu holding her hand and sending her true strength.

He, perhaps tired, closed his eyes and sat there quietly.

(End of this chapter)