Reborn Totalitarian Queen

Chapter 582 Brother! (2)
The so-called Song Chuqi's eyes turned slightly cold, and she said directly to Yue Qingyang: "No need, can't our Song family afford a doctor? I will hire another famous doctor to treat her for Chu Xi's illness, and you won't use it from now on." gone."

After she finished speaking, she missed Yue Qingyang's side without looking sideways, and walked towards the front yard.

"Miss Si's illness, no one can cure it except me." Yue Qingyang said suddenly, he usually has a gentle and refined demeanor, but if he really wants to be tough, he also has his own aura.

He looked back at Song Chuqi's back coldly, and continued: "Miss Song exhausted all her energy before, didn't she put all her heart and soul into healing her sister's illness? Could it be because of this trip that we were separated for four years?" After that, you suddenly changed your original intention?"

Because it was Song Chuxi who took the initiative to provoke first, it is logical that Song Chuqi and Song Chuxi had conflicts, but after all, they are sisters of the first-class compatriots. If Song Chuqi openly showed malice towards Song Chuxi, It will only be arousing discussion and suspicion.

Song Chuqi paused, and looked back in displeasure.

The man in the blue shirt stood at the door of Qiushui Pavilion, as elegant as a bamboo, with the grace and demeanor of a son of a family.

This person, who grew up beside Mrs. Duanmu, is almost no different from the young masters of Duanmu's family.

"You said you could cure her illness?" Song Chuqi doubted.

"Whether it can be cured well, Miss Song can just wait and see?" Yue Qingyang said with a sarcasm.

This man seems to be very prejudiced and hostile towards her?Song Chuqi choked on him, feeling extremely displeased.

Yue Qingyang then ignored her and walked into the yard with the medicine box on his back.

"Miss—" The guards couldn't stop him casually, so they could only look at Song Chuqi.

Song Chuqi didn't want Song Chuxi to have any contact with anyone from Duanmu's family again, but since Yue Qingyang put down his rhetoric here, if she continued to stop her, it would be her sinister intentions towards Song Chuxi.

She pursed the corners of her lips and did not say a word, she just stared thoughtfully at the back of the man walking slowly on the stone bridge, and did not move for a long time.

Yue Qingyang walked across the stone bridge and went straight into the house.

Song Chuxi had seen him coming from the window a long time ago, but there were many people outside, and they all stared at this side as if facing an enemy, so she closed the window casually.

Yue Qingyang pushed the door in with the medicine box on his back.

"Why are you here?" Song Chuxi smiled and moved to the side of the couch to put on her shoes.

Yue Qingyang came straight over, but stopped her first, bent down and squatted down to grab her wrist, "Sit down."

Song Chuxi has always had a good impression of him, and because this man always gives people a very comfortable feeling, so she didn't pretend to be pretentious in front of him, and sat obediently, "It's really nothing, you I have been using the prescription given to me without interruption—"

"Don't talk yet." Yue Qingyang reminded with a serious tone.

Song Chuxi then shut up and quietly let him feel the pulse.

Yue Qingyang didn't treat her for a long time, and finally let go of her wrist, didn't say anything, just turned around and rummaged through his medicine box, and took out a few small porcelain bottles.

Those bottles were colorful and varied in shape and size. Song Chuxi thought they were really cute, so he picked them up one by one to look at.

Red notes were pasted on them, and the names of the contents were written in teeny lowercase letters, ranging from externally applied gold sore medicine and traumatic medicine to internally taken Qingxin Dan, Quresan, and even poisons and drugs.

Yue Qingyang gave her some of these bottles before she left for Tianjing, and they really played a big role at that time.

Song Chuxi didn't refuse, but fiddled with the bottles one by one, asking casually, "How is my pulse? It shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

"It's the same as before." Yue Qingyang said, his expression and tone didn't fluctuate.

After hearing this, Song Chuxi was relieved, let out a long breath, thought for a while and asked again: "When I was in Tianjing, something happened, my leg pain happened twice again, and finally It's safe and sound, but—isn't that a hindrance?"

When she was in Tianjing, her illness relapsed twice again, one time was caused by the night Wu Liangyuan was killed in the prince's mansion, and the other time was caused by her sneaking into the pagoda alone.Those two situations were more serious than the first one. Although her physical condition deteriorated to the point where she was almost unable to control herself, she was fortunate that she survived both times and did not pass out again.

Her condition didn't seem to get any worse, but Song Chuxi always cherished her little life, so she still cared about it.

Yue Qingyang was packing up the medicine box, paused for a moment, and a flash of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes.

It's just that he was half-kneeling on the ground and was immersed in his work. Song Chuxi didn't see the sudden change of emotion in his eyes, and he was still fiddling with those small porcelain bottles with great interest.

Yue Qingyang's fingers clasped tightly on the edge of the medicine box, but did not move for a while.

Song Chuxi's gaze inadvertently glanced at his slightly whitish knuckles, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat. She suddenly had a bad premonition in her heart, and hesitated: "What's the matter, if it's because of my body? The problem--"

She doesn't want to die, but she doesn't want to be kept in the dark, because she still has a lot of things to do. If the time in front of her is really not enough, then at least she needs to know how long it is, and then advance some things be prepared.

"No!" Yue Qingyang blurted out, but the word was stuck in his throat, making his tone sound weird.

Song Chuxi vaguely felt that he was losing his composure, and only looked at him suspiciously, while Yue Qingyang could feel her eyes falling on his side face, and only gritted his teeth not to tell himself to look back at her.

Song Chuxi felt more and more uneasy.

That's right, she was too careless. Knowing that her body was in poor condition, she overloaded it one after another to do things beyond her power.

It's just that she couldn't avoid those things.

"I should have paid more attention—" she murmured, then smiled indifferently.

Just by the way she spoke, she obviously didn't take it seriously.

Yue Qingyang was annoyed in his heart, Huo De raised his head to look at her, but smiled unexpectedly and bitterly: "Actually, it's not a bad thing for you to have this disease a few more times."

What is the reason for this?
Song Chuxi was taken aback for a moment, then looked at him again puzzled.

At that time, Yue Qingyang had already packed the medicine box, put the medicine box on the embroidery pier beside him, and stood up.He looked down, looked into her eyes, and sighed self-deprecatingly: "Your illness is probably destined to never get rid of it for the rest of your life. If you can't get better in the future—"

(End of this chapter)