My beloved wife is reborn, let's get divorced, Mr. Prime Minister

Song Qingcheng could understand every word Pei Huaizhi said, but when they were put together, it sounded strange.

Song Qingcheng really didn't expect that the immortal Master Xuanzhen would do such a thing...

She couldn't find the right words for a moment.

"You are your master's only disciple!"

Song Qingcheng said in disbelief.

Pei Huaizhi coughed twice, "Master said that girls should be pampered, and boys should be raised in poverty. As long as they don't die, it's fine."

Song Qingcheng looked at Pei Huaizhi with sympathy.

“Cough cough…cough cough…cough cough”

"Don't look at me like that... I think what Master said is nothing. If you really feel sorry for me, why don't you be nicer to me!"

Song Qingcheng never expected that the conversation would finally fall on her.

Pei Huaizhi glanced at Song Qingcheng. Song Qingcheng's hesitation for a moment made Pei Huaizhi feel a little strange, or hurt...

Perhaps it was his own pride that made him quickly return to normal.

So what if it doesn’t return to normal? You can’t just shamelessly beg for help.

A hero never accepts food given out of pity... Humph!

Pei Huaizhi thought so...

But he was still captured by Song Qingcheng.

Pei Huaizhi showed a bit of embarrassment on his face, and he coughed lightly and said, "I just said it casually, you don't have to take it to heart."

Song Qingcheng calmed down, pulled the corner of her mouth, and said to Pei Huaizhi: "Well, I will treat you better in the future. After all, you are injured!"

Pei Huaizhi just heard the first few sentences, and a little joy rose in his heart, but it quickly fell to the bottom.

"Ahem...thank you very much..."

Pei Huaizhi leaned against the pillow and suddenly started coughing violently. Seeing this, Song Qingcheng hurried forward to pat his back to relieve his breath and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Pei Huaizhi frowned slightly, waved his hands, and said in a hoarse voice: "Madam, your grip is too strong. I'm afraid I can't bear it!"

Song Qingcheng was shocked when she heard this and quickly withdrew her hand.

He just quickly supported his body to prevent it from shaking violently due to the loud coughing, so as to prevent the newly repaired ribs from shifting again.

Pei Huaizhi naturally knew this, so he suppressed his cough.

Song Qingcheng wondered if Pei Huaizhi had injured his lungs.

If this continues, will there really be any problem?

Pei Huaizhi coughed a few more times after he sat down, but he didn't expect that he would cough up a large amount of blood.

Blood slid down the corner of his lips, which was a bit shocking and scared Song Qingcheng!

"Why is he vomiting blood all of a sudden!..."

Song Qingcheng said anxiously.

The handkerchief next to me is already dirty, and it’s too late to ask someone to get a new one!

Song Qingcheng had no choice but to lift Pei Huaizhi's sleeve to wipe the blood from his lips.

"You need to get treatment for this disease, otherwise it will become a serious problem. And is it really okay to vomit blood from time to time?"

Song Qingcheng was a little worried. She really hoped that nothing would happen.

…………

Pei Huaizhi, "I know my own body, and I will suffer some pains in the end!"

Song Qingcheng complained, "... a doctor cannot heal himself... don't rely on luck... before Master left, he told you to lie down and rest. Why are you getting up now? If Master comes later and sees you like this, he will definitely blame me for not taking good care of you!"