Your Majesty, don't worry

Qi Yan raised his hand and said, "Come here!"

"Yes."

"It's not you, it's Xiaoer. You continue to cry for a while."

Liufu: "..." He was dumbfounded, and stopped crying in an instant.

The waiter in the shop put the porridge on the table in a daze, caught a glimpse of Su Qingbai's legs with little red bumps, paused, scratched his head, and said in a shy voice, "Did you get attacked by a silver fox in the wild bamboo forest?"

Qi Yan tilted his head, looking very surprised, and looked at him meaningfully, the waiter immediately bowed his head and dared not speak.

"Keep talking!" Qi Yan spoke plainly, but his eyes were dark.

"The silver fox came out to attack passers-by from time to time, but he still couldn't catch him." The waiter lowered his head even lower.For some reason, although the person in front of him had a handsome and natural face, he was not angry and majestic, there was a stern look between his brows, and he felt scared when he said a word.

"So there are quite a few passers-by who have been attacked by the silver fox, so do they all have red bumps like this?"

The shop clerk thought for a while, and said: "Yes, it's strange that the silver fox said it was an attack but didn't bite people. It's just that after being touched by that thing, the skin suffered. It won't get better in a month or two."

"A month or two?"

The three people in the house except the waiter in the shop were all shocked.

"If there is nothing else, the villain will retreat first." The shop boy retreated tremblingly.

In the past, she only thought that these little red bumps were nothing serious, but now that she heard that it would take a month or two to heal, Su Qingbai has the spirit of "breaking the pot" and "seeing death as home".

He pulled up the slant and got out of bed, joking with Liu Fu: "If my father-in-law's crying skill is ranked second in martial arts, Lin Sang will not dare to be the first."

Liu Fu wiped away his tears with his sleeve, and took out from his sleeve a box of baby ointment that the emperor had sent him to bring out, and handed it with red eyes.

Looking at the ambiguously bright red round box, Su Qingbai glared at Liufu viciously.

The atmosphere in the house froze instantly, only to hear the sound of rain getting louder and louder, pattering on the eaves, jingling into the water tank, flying sparsely on the leaves, and the sound of clear rain was captured by Su Qingbai's ears one by one come.

Lu Chan led the doctor into the room just right. After the doctor with white beard and beard took half a cup of tea to cut the pulse, he looked at Su Qingbai suspiciously.

"The doctor only needs to prescribe some medicine to relieve the redness and swelling on the feet. For other diseases, the doctor can't help." Su Qingbai sat at the table, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the doctor with a little fatigue.

"Young master said it lightly, I'm afraid there is nothing I can do to help this little red bump on my leg."

Qi Yan frowned, and stood aside without saying a word.

The doctor held the pen and did not move for a long time. The ink dripped on the paper and dyed it into a black flower.

"But what's the secret?" Su Qingbai teased with a slight smile.

The doctor thought for a moment, then lightly wrote down the pen, and wrote the prescription instantly. He stood up and cupped his hands, his expression fluctuating red and white, and said: "Young master knows his own body best, so he can take care of himself."

Before leaving, he said again: "After three days, the redness and swelling on the legs will subside, but the red bumps will continue to spread and spread all over the body."

The last sentence made Qi Yan lose half of his face, and asked in a deep voice: "What will happen?"

"No, it's not painful or itchy." The tone sounded like an understatement, but it was completely hopeless.

"Since it's neither painful nor itchy, what's the matter with the long body, and not the long face." Su Qingbai raised her eyebrows and looked at Qi Yan with a half-smile.