Assist Xianggong to seize the throne: concubine body six children

Chapter 452 The symptoms seem to be incurable (8)

Because of vomiting, Xiangsi's entire face was pale, without a trace of blood.

Long Shangyang sat at the table with a cold face, not approaching the bed, and Chunling Tonghualing was guarding beside the lovesickness bed for fear that Acacia would feel like throwing up again. Long Ziqin, a woman who was always peaceful, seemed irritable like never before. In the end, seeing her helpless, he only asked, "Mrs. Zhao, are you still feeling comfortable?"

"My stomach hurts." Xiangsi said with difficulty, "but my stomach is empty and I can't spit it out."

"Bang—" Long Shangyang patted the table and stood up, asking stiffly, "What's going on, it was fine during lunch."

Long Ziqin immediately knelt down and said anxiously, "If my subordinates are clumsy, Mrs. Zhao's subordinates can't see anything from this disease, so I can only prescribe some medicine to nourish the stomach."

"Trash." Long Shangyang cursed sharply, and Long Ziqin buried his head even lower.

Zhao Jing stood at the end of the bed and poked her head. She was also very nervous. She looked like she wanted to say something but dared not. Symptoms?"

Long Shangyang raised his eyes to look at Zhao Jing, Zhao Jing swallowed her saliva and said, "Madam, is it embarrassing?"

"Snapped--"

A cup was smashed to the ground by Long Shangyang, and everyone in the room was shocked. Xiangsi subconsciously stroked her stomach, and then said with a wry smile, "Zhao Jing, you are lying, I don't know if you are pregnant or not." ?"

"That's right, Mrs. Zhao's pulse is not a happy pulse, and the girl's nausea is not that serious." Only then did Long Ziqin dare to raise her head and continue, "Mrs. I'm afraid I'll hurt Mrs. Zhao."

"Long Ziqin, come with me." Long Shangyang said coldly, turned and walked out.

Xiangsi turned her head and glanced at Hua Ling, Hua Ling nodded knowingly, and followed Long Ziqin silently.

After a while, Hua Ling came in, bent down beside her bed and whispered, "Ms. Long Ziqin said that your stomach may be broken, and the symptoms seem to be incurable, but she still dare not make a judgment. My lord is here. Scold her. Ma'am, what happened to you? The servant is very worried."

(End of this chapter)