Rebirth of Lucky Wife

In the hall, a continuous stream of incense curled up from the gap of the Xuande furnace, and the thick and sweet ambergris hit the nostrils, but it still could not cover the strong smell of blood in the hall.

Mai Ya'er followed suit, but before the dragon collapsed, he felt a little timid about being close to home.

The imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground outside the emperor's tent, now the head of the imperial hospital, named Zhuo Puying, was over thirty years old, and was kneeling at the front.

The head of the hospital, who is in his 30s, can be considered young and promising.He and Ma Ya'er still have a close relationship. He is the nephew of the head of the Zhuo Academy who delivered Chen Qingyun's baby back then, and he has the true legacy of the family.

"Chief Zhuo, Your Majesty, how is the situation?"

"Replying to the Queen, a sprig of wormwood on the snow is the most poisonous thing in the world. I have done my best!"

Even though he had been mentally prepared for it, he had tried his best, but when he came from the doctor's mouth, he was still shaken by the shock.

Lezhu and Lemei behind him saw him and hurriedly supported their master.

"You guys, please step back." Mai Ya'er closed her eyes and waved her hands with all her strength.

At this moment, Ma Ya'er suddenly understood the scene when watching movies and TV shows in the past, where the nobles in the palace, in anger, ordered, "If anything happens to the emperor, you will all be buried!"

When you are really helpless, venting your anger can also relieve your inner grief.But, she can't...she still has to stay rational.

The imperial doctors who were kneeling on the ground breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. Some of them were overly nervous and even wiped the cold sweat on their heads and faces with their sleeves.

Before Xiaozhuo left the hospital, he hesitated for a moment, then turned back, knelt in front of Ma Ya'er, and said softly, "Have a moment, Madam, my uncle is already on his way back...

As an old man, he travels far away. It will take him three days to get back to Beijing quickly.In three days, Your Majesty, there may be a turn for the better, but that's not necessarily the case! "

When Ma Ya'er heard this, his eyes lit up. The head of Zhuo Lao Hospital was the world's miracle doctor. With him here, Wei Hao still had a glimmer of hope!

She pushed away the hands held by Lezhu and Lemei, took out the token from her personal purse, and handed it to Zhuo Puying.

"This is my Fengling. Seeing the token is like seeing me. You take it and go to greet Mr. Lao Zhuo in person. If you see someone, bring him directly to the palace!

Lezhu, go with him! "

"Yes! Empress!"

"My lord, I sincerely obey Yi's decree!"

Zhuo and Le hurried away, and the hall became quiet again. Ma Ya'er looked at the misty cigarettes and slowly said to the people waiting in the hall, "You all go down too, and I will talk to the emperor."

"Yes"

Be strong, malt!It’s not the end yet!

Ma Ya'er is not a hypocritical person, it's not time to despair yet!

He mustered up the courage for himself, took a deep breath, lifted the bed curtain, and caught sight of Wei Hao and the pale little Guazi with half-closed eyes.

Xiao Guazi knelt closely in front of the dragon bed, staring blankly at His Majesty the Emperor inside the bed tent. His face was pale and motionless like a statue.

"Where's the master?" Mai Ya'er sat on the edge of the bed, took Wei Hao's hand out of the quilt, and asked while feeling for his pulse.

Xiao Guazi's eyes moved, as if he just noticed that there was someone else around him.He must have been silent for a long time. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and stagnant, "Master Feng came to see you last night when you came back with the master. He checked my pulse for a long time...

Later, Mr. Feng didn't say anything, except that he would interrogate that damn old bald donkey. "

While she was talking, Mai Ya'er had finished checking her pulse. She silently put her hand back and tucked her husband into bed.

Even the master couldn't save her. Her medical skills were taught by the master... Using the ancient methods, Wei Zizhan wouldn't be able to survive.

"Wei Zizhan..." Mai Ya'er murmured, reaching out to rub his handsome cheek.

He is so good-looking. When he is sleeping, his expression is gentle, like a painting.Also, if he wasn't good-looking, she wouldn't have fallen in love with him at first sight when he was still an infant.

"Yaya, you're here..."

"Well, are you awake?"

"I was awake the whole time...just tired...didn't want to talk."

"Then you can sleep a little longer and I'll watch over you."

"No, Yaya, cough, cough, I can't sleep anymore... Jinxing, cough, go get it." Wei Hao struggled to sit up while coughing.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly from the quilt, wanting to touch his beloved wife.