The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

"I'm asking Imperial Physician Song to take a look at my wife. She has been in a coma for a whole day. I'm really worried that she will just be like this..."

Song Dejiang curled his lips secretly, but when he raised his head, he still said with a serious face, "Don't worry, Master Nie, since this old man is here, he will naturally try his best to heal the patient. I also ask Master Nie to put down Madam Ling's hand first and stand Don't make a sound next to you."

"Okay, okay, then I'll bother Imperial Physician Song."

Nie Cong immediately put down Yan Ya's hand, stood up and stood behind Song Dejiang.

Song Dejiang asked the woman who came in to put a handkerchief on Yan Ya's wrist, and then sat on the side with her eyes closed to check her pulse.

It's just that the more the diagnosis, the more ugly the face, and in the end, the expression is more serious, a look like encountering intractable diseases.

Nie Cong held his breath while watching, and wanted to speak, but he was afraid of disturbing him.

After a long while, Imperial Physician Song withdrew his hand.

Nie Cong hurriedly asked, "How is my wife?"

Song Dejiang didn't answer him, and continued to explain to the woman beside him, "Take off the cloth strip on Mrs. Nie's head and take a look."

"Yes." The old woman quickly and cautiously opened the cloth strip.

With this opening, the wound inside was exposed. The old woman took a look at it, suddenly took a breath, and suddenly took two steps back, "Song Taiyi, look..."

Not only Song Dejiang saw it, but Nie Cong also saw it, and his face changed greatly on the spot, "Why, how could this happen?"

I saw that Yan Ya's wound had completely festered and pus was flowing.

Nie Cong grabbed Imperial Doctor Song's hand and shouted on the spot, "Doctor Song, you must save her, I beg you, you must save her."

When the people outside the door suddenly heard Nie Cong's voice, they were shocked and looked at each other in dismay.

Immediately following, several people saw the old woman come out quickly, walked up to Jing Zhaoyin and said, "Sir, Yan's injury is very bad, I am afraid it is more fortunate than for luck."

Jing Zhaoyin frowned suddenly, Yan Yihai was also stunned, how could it be? It was not serious when the wound was bandaged, but he woke up at that time and sent it directly back to Nie's house.

Imperial Physician Cui also pursed his lips. Although there may be a conspiracy from the Yan Palace, Yan Ya was indeed pushed by Cui Lan. If Yan Ya's life cannot be saved, then Cui Lan...

At this moment in the courtyard, except for Yan Ling's mother and daughter who have been silent, no one wants Yan Ya to have an accident.

However, the truth is often less than satisfactory.

Soon, Song Dejiang came out with a very ugly expression.

Nie Cong came right after him, but his eyes were red and his hands were clenched, looking very excited.

Jing Zhaoyin hurried forward and asked, "How?"

Song Dejiang said angrily on the spot, "Naughty, it's just nonsense, it's too nonsense. How can you treat the disease like this? It's just that the brain is not clear, and it doesn't take human life as one thing."

Jing Zhaoyin hurriedly asked the old woman beside him to pour him a cup of tea, and after he drank it, he asked, "How is it? You can see the seriousness of Yan's injury. Has she ever used Bai Muzi?"

Yan Yihai and Imperial Physician Cui on the side were immediately nervous.

Song Dejiang patted the table on the spot, "Of course I haven't used Bai Muzi, not only I haven't used it, but I've also used the wrong medicine."

"What do you say?" Jing Zhaoyin glanced at Yan Yihai, whose face was pale, and asked.