Quick Transmigration System: Talking about the cultivation of a delicate woman!

Chapter 241 The Emperor's New Clothes [38]

Bei Chenyi looked at the back in front of him. He was dressed in a military uniform with extraordinary intelligence. If he was dormant before, he was still dazzling even under his own brilliance.

If, if I could face up to my heart earlier, the current result might not be like this.

It's a pity that in this world, there are no ifs.

Although An Ran was protected by the other party, after all, without internal protection, he was still injured by the shock.

"Ahem." An Ran coughed twice when he couldn't help it, because every cough would involve his chest, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Naturally, Bei Chenyi heard An Ran's cough, and stepped forward to inquire worriedly, but was killed by An Ran's cross-eyed knife.

Obediently following the day after tomorrow like a little daughter-in-law, hesitantly asked in a low voice: "It's okay."

"I can't die." An Ran rubbed his coughing chest.

Although the injury was not serious, the reason why An Ran coughed like this was because of chronic toxins, resulting in poor body recovery.

The two carefully avoided the assassins who were looking for them, and finally they got out of the forest and came to the periphery.

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief after meeting up with the Royal Forest Army stationed beside the forest.

Bei Chenyi watched An Ran enter the tent with the help of the palace servants, then turned around and left to return to his place.

Although he was protecting him when he fell, Bei Chenyi knew that An Ran didn't know martial arts, and when he fell down such a high slope, although there was no external injury, it was obvious that he had suffered an internal injury.

Bei Chenyi thought about whether he should ask Wan Jie to take a look.

An Ran returned to the tent first, after all, An Ran didn't know how serious his internal injuries were.

The imperial physician who was accompanying him this time happened to be Liu Zhen, so he saved An Ran's trouble and ordered someone to invite him over quickly.

Knowing that the emperor and the regent had encountered an assassin in the jungle, Liu Xizai hurried over as soon as possible.

An Ran dismissed the palace servants beside him, clutching his throbbing chest, his face turned pale.

An Ran held back before, but now she couldn't help but realized that there was blood in the cough.

Anyway, in private, An Ran spared the other party's etiquette, and ordered him to come forward and feel the pulse.

After taking the pulse, Liu Qian looked at the emperor in surprise, opened his mouth and dared not speak in the face of the pulse.

An Ran felt that the hand on the wrist was already trembling, and when he looked at the other person's face, he knew that it was probably not a good thing.

"Just tell me what's going on, I know what's going on with my body." An Ran panted carefully, trying not to involve her chest.

At the beginning, although the chest was uncomfortable, it was not as serious as it is now. Maybe this time the internal injury affected the poison in the body and accelerated the detection of viscera.

"Your Majesty, I didn't find any signs of poisoning because of my inexperienced medical skills." Liu Zhi hesitated and said.

"Now because of this internal injury, the poison has exploded, and the poison has penetrated into the bone marrow. I'm afraid it will take a year or so at most..." Liu Xi stopped his words, even if he didn't explain, the other party Also understand the meaning.

"Tell me the truth, how much time do I have?" An Ran originally thought that he only had two years to live.

I'm afraid this internal injury has aggravated the outbreak of the toxin, and the time will be shortened again.

"Ahem, you said that I know the current situation, and I need to know how much time I have left." An Ran coughed again uncontrollably.

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