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Wen Yi's leg was getting worse with each passing day. After a few days, she was still unable to get down from the ground. Xiao Ju was extremely worried, she said that she was going to ask for the Godly Doctor Zhuge. Wen Yi's lips turned white, she shook her head weakly: "No need, it's easy if you want something good."

She had already tested which acupuncture points would stimulate the circulation of blood qi. Because she had a wound, the circulation of blood qi caused the wound to be unable to heal, and even caused the wound to become congested over and over again.

She had already sealed one of the acupoints with the gold needle. If the following acupuncture needle could use it to open the sealed acupoint and allow the blood to flow smoothly through, then, she had an 80% chance of being able to cure Song Yunqian's leg. Song Yunqian's leg was extremely weak.

However, if she was to apply the acupuncture at this point, it would result in a large amount of bloodshot wounds. If the wound was pressured, it would lead to the wound tearing and tearing open the nearby arteries, causing a large amount of blood to flow.

She didn't dare to carelessly use the needle. Everyone loved their own lives, and she was someone who had died once.

Yesterday, when she heard the news that Song Yunqian had smashed his wheelchair out of anger for some reason a few days ago, she was secretly anxious. She thought that he must be in a very bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.

Every time she applied acupuncture, Xiao Ju and mama would be forced to move away, so they too, did not know what exactly happened to her wounds. Seeing her in such a bad state, her body felt as if it was getting hotter, so how could she not invite Godly Doctor Zhuge over?

Therefore, even if Wen Yi did not want them to go, Xiao Ju had still secretly sent people to find Godly Doctor Zhuge.

When the small stream heard that the Godly Doctor Zhuge and Song Yunqian were together, it immediately rushed over.

In the past few days, as Song Yunqian did not have a wheelchair, and was not willing to be carried out, he was in a bad mood. Everyone in the house were afraid, and Zhuge Ming could only accompany him.

In fact, Zhuge Ming's infirmary was very busy during this period of time. Due to the autumn winter transfer, many people were sick, and the infirmary was a long queue every day. A few doctors had already returned, but they were still very busy every day.

Zhuge Ming saw that Song Yunqian's mood was slightly better, so he said: "The weather today is so good, why don't you take me to the infirmary. Speaking of which, my infirmary is open, you have never been there before." In the infirmary, there were people who were much more miserable than him. Perhaps through comparison, he might be able to see a little more open.

Song Yunqian did not have any intentions, his medical skills were brilliant, but unfortunately, he did not understand the human heart. An unfortunate person might not always be happy to see someone more unfortunate than he was. Many people would only feel unhappy if they thought of others and also themselves.

Only, after Song Yunqian's emotions had stabilized for the past two days, he knew that Zhuge Ming was worried. In order to let him go, he agreed.

As soon as the two of them had gone out, the stream came, and when she learned that the prince had gone out, she went back.

Seeing that she could not invite the Godly Doctor Zhuge s, Xiao Ju went to ask for the imperial doctors.

Just that, Wen Yi saw that they had invited a doctor, how could he be willing to let the doctor see her feet? The imperial physician was someone from the palace. If he knew that her injuries were so severe and that she was sent to the palace to report, then things would become much more troublesome.

mama panicked on the spot, "How can I not let the imperial physician see? There's even blood on the hem of his skirt. It must be from his wounds oozing blood again. "

According to what he knew, Wen Yi's wound had already been deep for a few days. Although the wound was deep, with the treatment from the genius doctor, he should have recovered a long time ago.

The imperial physician hurriedly said, "Royal Concubine, this wound has been bleeding for quite some time. It's no small matter. It's best to let this micron take a look."

Wen Yi waved his hand, "There's nothing wrong with your wound, it's just that you might have a cold. Just prescribe some antipyretic medicine for me."

"Fever? It's really no small matter that you have a fever because of a wound. Princess, please ask micron to treat it. " The imperial physician was more serious, kneeling on the ground with a thump. The emperor had sent him out to look after the prince and the princess. If anything really happened to him, the consequences would be dire.

However, Wen Yi stubbornly said: "I ordered you to prescribe some antipyretic medicine over here, hurry up, don't make me angry." She rarely put on the airs of a princess, and now she had to put on her airs in order to get rid of the doctors.

How would the imperial physician dare to open it? However, she saw that her face wasn't good. His lips were red and dry. Her face was also slightly flushed. It seemed that the fever was caused by the inflammation in her wound. However, he didn't have a pulse nor did he have a look at his wound. He was just prescribing the medicine like this. If anything happened, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences either.

After thinking about it, he went to look for Song Yunqian. Since Song Yunqian was not in the manor, he could only turn around and look for Yang Luofan instead.

Yang Luofan heard what happened, sneered, and immediately ordered his men from the Zhi Yi Lu to interrogate him.

A few days ago, she had told Song Yunqian that she suspected that she had purposely caused his wound to worsen. When he saw that Song Yunqian had not moved, he thought that Song Yunqian did not believe her. Now that the imperial physician had come to report, she didn't want to take the opportunity to blow up the matter, so that the woman wouldn't be able to hide her intentions.

Wen Yi's head was burning hot, and she was in a daze, taking advantage of when she was awake, she sent Xiao Ju and mama out, and injected 17 needles into the acupuncture points between her knees. The last needle, she had never dared to carelessly do it, but now, with just one shot, she did not care about the consequences. Sure enough, after the last needle went down, she felt a stream of Qi and blood rush to her feet. It was as if the river had broken through a dam and the dam collapsed with a loud crash, causing the river to gush out endlessly. If she didn't have any wounds, then the blood would open up her meridians, causing her blood to flow unimpeded. At most, it was just that the circulation of the blood was too fast, causing her heart to be unable to adapt for a short period of time.

However, there was a wound on her leg. As soon as the blood rushed down, it pressed into the blood vessels near the wound. It actually broke through the surface of the wound.

She was already prepared, she immediately used her last bit of energy to tie the cloth around the wound, and then used her voice to call Xiao Ju and mama, who were at the door, to come in and apply the medicine for her.

However, how would she know that there was no one else other than her in Zhi Yi Lu? Xiao Ju, mama, and all the servant girls were brought by Yang Luofan into the secret room.

She called out a few times and then her vision went black. Her body was as light as cotton wool, making her feel afraid. She seemed to float in the air, yet she also seemed to be immersed in cold water.

Along with a sigh, he said, "Wen Yi, you don't really care about your own life, but you do have an appetite for me. Because your body and soul cannot fit together in any way in the beginning, the wound on your leg has never healed, so it's not a big deal. I have already saved you many times. This time, whether or not you can hold on will depend on your luck. There is a Pills in your body that I have bestowed to you before, which can support you for a period of time. I only hope that the man who is destined for you can appear in time to save you. Otherwise, you won't be able to pass through this hurdle by yourself. Just take care of yourself! "

Wen Yi asked in a daze, "Who is the man that is destined for me?"

Her voice had already disappeared and only a buzzing sound was left beside his ears. Wen Yi felt like her life was fading bit by bit, she used all her strength and wanted to open her eyes, but she couldn't even raise her eyes. Finally, a surge of darkness came over her and wrapped around her. She dropped her hands and lost all sense of what was happening.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she finally woke up. Her throat felt like it was burning, dry and in pain. The wound on her leg felt like it was being pricked by needles, and her body felt weak, as if it wasn't hers.

A warm voice entered his ears. "Are you feeling better?"

It was Zhuge Ming, her lips were dry and he was almost unable to say a word, he could only look at Zhuge Ming with a weak gaze. Zhuge Ming's expression was anxious, he looked at her worriedly, and there was a trace of gentleness in her eyes.

Zhuge Ming sighed, "Why do you have to go through so much trouble?"

A weak smile surfaced on Wen Yi's face, "I'm fine!"

Zhuge Ming commanded the servants behind her to help her up, and they helped her drink the medicine. The bitter medicinal juice flowed down his throat, his stomach was empty, the medicinal juice was bitter andhe almost vomited. She knew, to survive, she had to drink the medicine, thus, she endured the pain, and drank the entire medicine.

Her stomach churned as she closed her eyes. Even her breathing was very careful. She was afraid that if she wasn't careful, she would vomit out all the medicine she had just drunk.

After a long while, when she felt better, she asked Zhuge Ming, "Where is my maid?"

Why wasn't Xiao Ju and mama attending to her? She had never seen this maid before.

Zhuge Ming said lightly: "Because of Princess Hua-Yang's willfulness, they have all been punished, and are still locked in the dark room."

Wen Yi was shocked, her eyes opened wide as she pulled on Zhuge Ming's sleeves, "What does this have to do with them? Let them go. " She knew what a secret chamber was, and it was a place for punishing servants. If she were to enter, even if she didn't die, she would still lose a layer of skin.

Zhuge Ming looked at her and said, "Wangfei, if you love them, why don't you care about your own body? Qian was furious this time and ordered for no one to plead, so they probably won't be able to come out for the rest of their lives. "

Wen Yi suddenly felt the world spinning around him. Blood Qi roiled, and a burst of sweetness came from her throat as she spat out a mouthful of blood onto Zhuge Ming's body.

Zhuge Ming immediately pressed her down, summoned his people to wipe the blood off the corner of her mouth, and then fed her a pill. Zhuge Ming, who had always been gentle, now had a look of anger on his face, and reprimanded: "If you truly love them, why do you have to do this?"

Wen Yi said powerlessly: "If I do this, what conflict do I have with cherishing them? Go and call Song Yunqian over for me! "

The maid at Zhuge Ming's side suddenly said in a gentle voice, "The Prince has said that he doesn't want to see a woman like you who uses self-inflicted injuries to fight for a favor in the future."

Wen Yi was stunned, "Who wants to be favoured? Me? I hurt myself in order to get a favor? Do you think I hurt myself to gain his pity? " Wen Yi's hoarse voice carried a sense of powerlessness. It seemed like a question, but it was so light that it carried no weight. In the eyes of the onlookers, it sounded like a powerless excuse.