Quick Wear: Bai Yueguang perfectly interprets the success of saving the world

After Yan Qing returned to the princess's mansion, she was a little groggy but still clear-headed. It might be that the medication Lin Huaigu had been taking these days had some effect, so she didn't fall into a coma like before when the poison took effect.

Lin Huaigu had hurried over and saw the sword wound on Yan Qing's shoulder at first sight. His eyes fixed and he looked at Fuyun, whose duty was to protect Yan Qing's safety.

The bloodshot eyes of Fuyun were still there, and the blood stains on the mask had never been wiped clean.

There was no need for him to explain to Lin Huaigu, so he just said coldly: "Help His Highness treat the wound."

Lin Huaigu withdrew his gaze from Fuyun and felt that his almost questioning look just now seemed particularly ridiculous. It was normal for this person not to explain to him, and he had no room to comment.

Thinking about this, Lin Huaigu also found that he seemed to have lost control when it came to Yan Qing's affairs, and even forgot the life-saving principles of not listening, not asking, and not overstepping the line.

He was startled and reflected on when his thoughts began to change.

After reflecting to no avail, Lin Huaigu also walked up to Yan Qing.

He forced himself not to think about it anymore and looked carefully at Yan Qing's wound.

However, he couldn't see clearly through the clothes, so Lin Huaigu raised the matter carefully.

"Your Highness's injuries are covered by clothing. I am afraid that I will not be able to treat them properly later. Also, to prevent the blood from sticking to the clothing debris and solidifying on the flesh of the wound, it is better for Your Highness to go."

Hearing this, Fu Yun was slightly startled. It was his negligence that he actually forgot about this.

Fuyun pursed his thin lips and looked at Yan Qing hesitantly.

Yan Qing was also not vague. She half-pulled the clothes on her shoulder, and the wound that had stopped bleeding began to bleed again due to her action.

Yan Qing frowned slightly, and the pain from the wound made her face even paler.

The beauty's clothes were half-removed, revealing her round shoulders. Her eyes still had a sense of weakness and brokenness, which gave people the illusion that she was powerless to resist, as if they could easily do whatever they wanted to her.

There was a dark color surging in Fuyun's eyes, but when he saw the hideous wound that suddenly appeared on the fair skin, the dark color slowly faded away, and was replaced by an even deeper chill.

Fuyun tilted his head and averted his gaze, determined in his heart to find out the person behind the assassination of His Highness today and tear him into pieces.

Lin Huaigu had already begun to carefully clean the blood from the wound with a handkerchief.

There was a rare expressionlessness on his handsome face. He was obviously used to seeing this kind of scene before. Even the wound in front of him seemed insignificant. He had seen even bloodier wounds before.

Why did I feel an uncontrollable anger and an indescribable heartache at this moment?

The anger was not directed at Yan Qing, but at the person who hurt her.

The color of his eyes changed several times, but his hand was very steady and he tried to use gentle force as possible. However, even so, the body under his palm was trembling slightly.

Yan Qing bit her lower lip, her eyelashes were slightly wet, and her eyes were filled with mist, almost condensing into drops of water. Yan Qing's reaction was not only due to the wound on her shoulder, but in fact, more of the pain she felt now came from the toxins affected by the internal force running wild in her body, and there was a faint sign of imbalance again.

Lin Huaigu bandaged the wound before he stood up. Yan Qing gathered up his half-unbuttoned clothes and said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, Doctor Lin."

Lin Huaigu frowned slightly. This person had always been so polite to him, but today she seemed to realize that he was being unusual towards her, and this polite thank you sounded particularly harsh in his ears.

"It is all my duty, Your Highness, there is no need to thank me."

He lowered his head and collected his thoughts before continuing, "Your Highness should not move your left hand these days. To prevent the wound from rupturing, Your Highness should pay more attention."

It was not until he heard Lin Huaigu's instructions that Fu Yun turned around and set his gaze on Yan Qing again.

Seeing that the paleness on her face had not diminished at all, Fu Yun's eyes darkened slightly, as if he remembered something, and suddenly asked: "Doctor Lin, Your Highness just used her inner strength, will it affect the toxins in her body?"

Hearing this, Lin Huaigu was a little surprised at first. Yan Qing had always been pale and weak in front of him. He didn't expect that Yan Qing could also practice martial arts.

But after a while, Lin Huaigu realized the second half of Fu Yun's question. His face changed slightly and he hurriedly took Yan Qing's pulse.

The effect of internal force on toxins is not that great

Yan Qing paused, but did not pull his hand away.

Feeling the situation caused by the beating of the pulse, Lin Huaigu pressed his eyebrows. The two toxins in Yan Qing's body were indeed not very stable. If left unchecked, the consequences would be disastrous.

Lin Huaigu withdrew his hand. He wanted to ask His Highness why he didn't tell him. Was His Highness just going to let it go until Fu Yun spoke?

Your Highness, why don't you take good care of your body?

The words came to his lips, but Lin Huaigu couldn't ask anymore. He knew that the princess might have fallen into a negative mood for some reason again, and she didn't care whether it was good or bad.

This situation became even more obvious after returning from the celebration banquet, as if the obsession that pushed her to keep going had quietly dissipated a lot.

I don't care much about being alive anymore.

Lin Huaigu took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Again, although he was Yan Qing's imperial physician, he was just an imperial physician.

He had no right to ask about those secrets, the past, and the reasons that led Yan Qing to what he was like now.

But so what.

Lin Huaigu's eyes were deep. He was that man's disciple. It was not the first or second time that the King of Hell had snatched people away. So what if there was one more? He wanted this man to live in peace.

Seeing that Lin Huaigu had not spoken yet, Fuyun asked with a cold look in his eyes, "But what's wrong?"

"Your Highness's use of internal energy has indeed affected the toxins in your body. I will prepare a new prescription and I will have to trouble you to boil the medicine."

After he finished speaking, Lin Huaigu picked up the paper and pen that were always in the medicine box and began to write, his brows sometimes furrowed, and sometimes relaxed.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Lin Huaigu to put down his writing completely. He handed the prepared prescription to Fuyun.

Fu Yun lowered his eyes and looked at the medicinal materials on Lin Huaigu's prescription. The scarlet in his eyes had completely faded.

He had seen the medicinal ingredients on the prescription in the dark room before, and there was a place for decocting medicine in the dark room. In addition, he didn't want to leave Yan Qing for too long. After pondering for a moment, Fu Yun directly turned on the switch of the dark room.

A flash of surprise passed through Lin Huaigu's eyes. He didn't expect that there was a dark room here, but he didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Qing had no intention of objecting to Fuyun's actions. She had been a little absent-minded the whole time since returning from Fanyin Temple.

It was not until Fuyun had boiled the medicine and brought it over that Yan Qing's eyes fell on it. She took it and drank it all in one gulp.

After taking a bowl of medicine, Yan Qing fell into a deep sleep.