The Emperor's Favorite: Miss Jinghong II

Chapter 131 What Are You Going To Do? (3)
Wan Qiyan still stared at me, and gently stroked my face with his hand, that face full of scars.

"Stupid woman! How did it become like this?" He looked at me, and hurriedly stood up again to leave.

"Where are you going?" I was suddenly afraid of his leaving, as if I lacked an inexplicable sense of security.

Wan Qiyan paused, looked back at me, a flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, he clenched his fist, and hit the table beside him.

I heard a loud noise, and my heart jumped with fright.

"This king will never let that boy Wan Chenghuan go!" He gritted his teeth, turned around immediately, and walked away.

"What, speak clearly!" I rubbed my chest, resisted the pain and insisted on getting out of bed, and staggered towards Wan Qiyan.

Wan Chengyan turned his head and looked at my face full of surprise, but it was followed by a burst of anger, "You care about that kid so much, huh, I forgot." He sneered, with complicated expressions on his face.

"Then he just waited to see you die? Or did he not want you to live?" Wan Qiyan threw me away, still full of anger.

I almost fell down, and my body has reached the point where it can't bear it.

Wan Qiyan still refused to give up, pointed at me, and said coldly, "Does he know about your illness? Why does he still treat you like that? You still want to give birth to him without changing face?"

It seemed that I said these words in despair, but I completely lost my center of gravity and fell limp. The moment I was about to fall, it was still those cold hands that rescued me.

"What did you say? I have ￣￣￣￣￣￣" I held back the tears in my heart, but I didn't say that sentence, maybe it was because of the shyness of being a mother who was about to become a mother, or maybe it was because of the longing for the child's father.

Wan Qiyan didn't respond to me, but just picked me up horizontally and carried me to the bed.

I unconsciously touched my lower abdomen with my hand, and felt a warm current in my heart.

"I'll find another doctor after the meeting. You should rest well first. If it doesn't work, let's go back to Beijing. There are many famous doctors there. You can also find an imperial doctor." Wan Qiyan put the pillow on me and gently lifted the gauze curtain lay down.

The dark blue figure gradually disappeared with an inexplicable feeling.

child?There is still a sweet smile on my mouth, my heart is filled with something, and I feel full.

dusk sunset sunset
The doctor put his hand on my wrist, stroking his beard but frowning tightly.

He shook his head, his expression still solemn.

"How?" Wan Qiyan stood outside the gauze tent with his hands behind his back, but his eyes drifted towards me.

"It's definitely sepsis." The doctor put his hand on my wrist down, shook his head, and continued, "It's definitely a happy pulse." He lowered his head, his expression so solemn that it was like a black cloud.

I listened to his sentence 'It is indeed a happy pulse. My heart was a little calm, but when I recalled his words, I couldn't help feeling sad for a while.

Wan Qiyan waved his hand, motioning for the doctor to prescribe a prescription.

(End of this chapter)