The cold God of War Prince is passionate about the peasant wife

Chapter 217 It is said that he is Concubine Sun’s biological brother

Qin Yao's consciousness has begun to blur, but her expression is becoming more and more painful.

Bai Su checked and found that it was a high fever and chest tightness caused by wound infection and suppuration.

Wound infection is not serious in modern times.

But in ancient times when medical equipment was seriously backward, it was fatal. Almost once infected, one would die.

Bai Su asked Liu Cuihong to wipe Qin Yao's body with wine to speed up the fever.

Let Miao Zhaodi be beside her to hold the scalpel for her.

Since the last time she used a dagger to operate on Qin Yao, she became seriously aware of the importance of a scalpel. Fortunately, she drew a picture in time and had one made.

Miao Zhaodi was curious about these strange knives in her hands, but she saw Bai Su actually slit the woman's throat with the knife, and bright red blood gushes out instantly. Miao Zhaodi turned around and retched.

When Liu Cuihong saw this, she quickly changed with Miao Zhaodi.

Bai Su removed the pus and re-sutured the wound. When he looked up, he saw Liu Cuihong's big eyes open, still looking at her with satisfaction. Miao Zhaodi's face at the corner of the bed was pale and disgusting.

"Little aunt, you are not afraid~" Bai Su couldn't help but say.

Liu Cuihong pouted: "What's there to be afraid of? It's just like killing pigs and ducks!"

Bai Su: "~~"

courtyard.

Marquis Pingjin became more and more anxious as he walked away. His face was wrinkled. When he saw that the door of the house had not been opened for a long time, the resentment in his heart rushed up: "If this girl hadn't been irresponsible, Yao'er would not be like this at all! This is the nature of a doctor. She just needs to look at the patient all the time, how can she be like this? She hasn't been here all day, it's so irresponsible!"

"You are not allowed to talk about Su Su!" Suddenly, Lu Liang's face darkened.

Just as Marquis Pingjin was about to retort loudly, he saw the Lu family staring at him coldly.

At this time, the door opened and Bai Su came out.

"How is it?" Pingjin Hou rushed forward.

"It's okay!" Bai Su said.

Pingjin Hou was relieved. Just as he was about to go in, he was grabbed by Bai Su and pulled out.

"What are you doing, girl!" Marquis Pingjin was displeased.

Bai Su looked at him coldly: "What did you feed her?"

"Porridge!" Marquis Pingjin didn't even think about it: "Yao'er drank a whole bowl of porridge with the mapo tofu from Linglong Pavilion! It tastes very delicious!"

Bai Su laughed angrily: "Did I say that the diet must be light?"

Pingjinhou was stunned. "Especially spicy things can irritate the wound and cause infection! You want to kill her!"

"I~" Pingjinhou was speechless.

"Brother, drive him out!" Bai Su didn't even want to see him.

"How dare you!" Marquis Pingjin stiffened his neck instantly.

Bai Su laughed, and before Lu Liang came forward, he grabbed him and dragged him out.

Snapped!
Bai Su closed the door.

"You, you~" Hou Pingjin pointed at the closed door and was so angry that he couldn't even curse.

"Susu, next time my brother comes to do something like this, your hands will hurt if you pull like this!" Lu Liang said in pain.

"That's right, let your brother come next time!" Lu Guotai said: "Or my uncle will come!"

Bai Su responded with a smile.

"By the way, Susu, who is this, with such a bad attitude?" Lu Guotai was displeased.

"Oh, the Marquis of Pingjin, I heard he is the biological brother of Imperial Concubine Sun!" Bai Su said.

Lu Liang: "!"

Lu Guotai: "!!"

Lu family: "!!!"

"Brother, uncle, you go to bed quickly, I'll just watch!" Bai Su said softly.

"This whole night, let your aunt come!" Lu Min'an said.

"If anything happens, I'll be the one to do it!" Bai Su said with a smile.

The Lu family then went back to their house to sleep.

"Sister, I'll accompany you!" Lu Xiaowan moved a chair to sit next to Bai Su.

"Okay!" Bai Su agreed softly.

She knew that Xiaowan looked weak, but she would never look back on something she was sure of.

The night was very quiet, except for the chirping of insects and the intermittent curses of Marquis Pingjin.

(End of this chapter)