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Chapter 84 The First Lady Is Not Vicious 25
During this time, Wushuang was working for the queen mother, and everyone she met called her lord.

It's been a long time since no one called her miss, so she didn't react for a while.

There was a sound of hurried footsteps, and soon, a haggard-looking beautiful face appeared in front of Wushuang.

The person who came was Qinglu. Looking closely, Wushuang found a string of fire bubbles on the corner of the other's mouth.

It seems that her illness made Qinglu worry a lot about her.

Qing Lu looked at her, and said anxiously: "My lord, how do you feel? Has your health improved?"

Wushuang opened his mouth, his throat was itchy, and he couldn't help coughing.

This cough was endless, and the throat was blocked with phlegm, which was very uncomfortable.

Qinglu immediately carefully helped Wushuang up, and thoughtfully took out the spittoon from under the bed, and asked Wushuang to cough into the spittoon.

When Wushuang regained his breath, Qinglu has already anxiously called in all the doctors outside the tent.

After more than a dozen doctors took turns to feel the pulse, they began to discuss Wushuang's illness in a chaotic manner.

It may be that Qing Lu's attitude was too urgent and severe, none of these doctors dared to say a diagnosis result.

A group of people discussed a prescription, but no one dared to make a final decision, because they were afraid of being blamed by Qinglu.

Qing Lu was upset when he heard that, and said, "Go out to the tent next to you to discuss the prescription.

Just a little, I'll see the prescription in an hour.

If the prescription doesn't work this time, just wait for me to smash the signboard.

Even a cold can't be cured, and dare to open a medical clinic to harm people! "

The doctors didn't dare to refute, they bowed their heads and walked out, sighing sadly.

This patient obviously has a cold, but the medicine prescribed doesn't work, and they are also a little numb now.

This military master is good-looking, but he is vicious.

If this is really not curable, they may not be able to open a medical clinic in the future.

The doctors were so worried that they could pull out their beards and hair, and they came up with a good prescription to cure him in a flash.

In the tent, Wushuang smiled weakly, and said hoarsely, "Qinglu, don't get so close to me, don't be infected by me."

"I'm a martial artist and I'm in good health. You can't infect me."

Qinglu poured a cup of tea unmoved, and supported Wushuang to feed her water.

Wushuang's throat hurts very much, even swallowing clear water will affect the lung tube and throat pain together.

After finally drinking the water, Wushuang lay back on the bed again.

Seeing that Qinglu was still sitting beside him worriedly, his whole body was full of suppressed irritability.

Wushuang reluctantly moved the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He whispered: "You don't have to be too harsh on those doctors.

Doctors in small places have limited medical skills, and it is useless for you to force them.

If something really happened to me, that's what I deserved, don't blame those doctors.

It is not worthwhile to provoke gossip for yourself, and you might be impeached by the censor. "

Qing Lu frowned in displeasure, and said angrily: "You are merciful.

The sick doctor hasn't said that it can't be cured yet, so you explain the funeral first!

If there is something wrong with you, I will let this group of quack doctors who can't even cure the cold go to prison for the rest of their lives to regret their lack of medical skills! "

Wushuang was amused by Qinglu's angry look, and said weakly: "You won't.

The Qing Lu I know is a person who never treats his subordinates harshly, loves the people, and although he is taciturn, has an upright personality and will not take his anger out on others.

I know, no matter how angry you are, you won't really send those doctors to prison. "

For a while, Qinglu was stunned by the bed, feeling sad and fearful but also happy and joyful.

What is sad and frightening is that Wushuang said such unlucky words, what should I do if something really happens!
Happily, he was praised by Wushuang.

Such a high reputation made Qing Lu feel ashamed, but at the same time happy about the other party's evaluation of him.

After a while, Qing Lu said awkwardly: "It's useless even if you praise me.

If something happens to you, I will not let these doctors go.

If you don't want them to be angered by me, don't keep thinking about whether you will die or not.

I have already sent people back to the capital to ask the queen mother to give you an imperial doctor to treat your illness, and you will not die. "

Wushuang waved his hand and said, "I'm tired, let me have a rest."

She felt uncomfortable all over, and she really didn't have the strength to communicate with Qinglu more.

Staring blankly at the top of the bed, Wushuang doesn't think about anything now.

She felt that her whole body was hot, her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were hot.

Even the breath he exhales has a burning sensation.

Wushuang knew that she had a bad cold.

In modern times, no matter how severe the cold is, a few drips will be enough.

But now in ancient times, a cold could be fatal, no wonder Qinglu was so worried.

Wushuang is not afraid of death, she has a foundation of merit, even if she dies of illness halfway and fails in the mission, it's okay.

It's just that Wushuang is not willing to fail like this.

Her stage hasn't reached high yet.Is the tide coming to an end?

It's just a cold, so Wushuang can't be reconciled to letting her take on this mission.

She felt a burst of coolness on her forehead, which cleared her hot head up.

Qing Lu pursed her lips, and put an ice handkerchief wrung out of cold water on her forehead.

Wushuang closed his eyes helplessly, and unconsciously fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

When Wu Shuang woke up again, he found that his whole body was covered with silver needles.

The bitter taste of the soup was lingering beside her, and Qing Lu, who had even grown stubble, sat on the stool beside the bed, looking at her worriedly.

Seeing Wushuang open his eyes, Qinglu's eyes flashed with joy. He leaned forward and asked eagerly, "My lord, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Wushuang licked his dry and chapped lips, smiled weakly and said, "The last time you opened your eyes, you asked this question."

Exhaling a hot breath with effort, Wushuang felt that his condition seemed to be getting worse.

But Wushuang still said: "I feel that my life is very hard, I probably won't die."

Qing Lu looked at an old man with a goatee who was writing prescriptions outside Babu's bed, and said, "Imperial Doctor, Your Excellency is awake, please come over and give Your Excellency a pulse."

The goatee old man came to Wushuang's bed, put his finger on Wushuang's wrist, and after a while, said: "Master Qinglu, don't worry.

Master Bai's illness seems to be menacing, but it is actually not difficult to treat. Although the prescriptions prescribed by the doctors before are not particularly suitable for the symptoms, they are actually effective.

It's just that they were too conservative in prescribing the medicine, and the dose was not enough, which caused Master Bai's illness to not improve for a long time.

The old man has increased the dosage of the medicine and changed the prescription. The old man promises that within half a month, Lord Bai's illness will be cured. "

Qinglu knew that these imperial doctors were all cunning, and they never said anything when they were seeing a doctor.

Dare to take such a big deal now, it means that he has enough confidence to cure Wushuang's disease.

Qinglu's tense mind relaxed, and he looked at Wushuang happily and said, "My lord, your illness will be cured!"

(End of this chapter)