Male God, a Little Su
Chapter 1237: Wife is on 32
Chapter 1237 The wife is on top 32
But because she insisted on going her own way and insisted on marrying Wei Lian as her husband, the resources gave up her position as a worldly daughter at her fingertips.
But it doesn’t matter now, because the current daughter is her sibling, and she has a very good relationship with her.
But now, Su Yan directly told her to be honest, without any thoughts.
"Go and ask someone to open the window. The room can't even change the breath. Where can I get better? Let him go out in the yard when the sun is up. Don't think about death all day long."
"Everything, I've written everything down, but A Lian is sick—" Wang Su asked weakly.
"Bring paper and pen, I will make a prescription. You will send someone to catch it first, and then change the prescription every three days depending on the situation."
"Hurry up and get it!" Wang Su hurriedly instructed.
She pricked her ears to listen, for fear of missing a bit.
Su Yan said again: "If I guessed right, you should have fallen into a lake when you were a kid, or spent a long time in a cold place, right?"
Wei Lian originally thought that Su Yan was just lying to him. So many imperial doctors in the palace came over, and they were helpless about his situation. He also knew that his life was not long, if it weren't for Wang Su, he would have never wanted to stay in this world. Every night when he went to bed, it seemed that countless bugs burrowed into his bones, painful and cold. When the weather was cold, he didn't even dare to leave the house. He lived in this world like a waste person.
"Yes! How did you know?"
Before Wei Lian could respond, Wang Su nodded again and again.
She held Wei Lian’s cold hand and let her guilt fill herself up.
"If it weren't for my playfulness, when he was ten, I was eight years old, at the age of playfulness. I accidentally stumbled and fell into the ice lake. If it weren't for A Lian to save me, maybe I would have died long ago. Sir, you Means, A Lian’s illness was left over from that time?"
"more or less."
Su Yan bends down to consider the amount of medicine, and writes down the medicinal materials he needs one by one.
Then he said: "I wrote down this medicine and asked someone to catch it immediately. Let him take it for three days. After three days, I will give him an injection to force the cold out of his body. But the ugly thing is at the forefront. His illness can't be taken overnight. If it is cured, even if it is cured, you will have to take care of it in the future, and it will be colder than ordinary people."
Wei Lian chuckled, "I have survived all these years. If I'm lucky enough to get my life back, I won't be afraid of anything else."
Wang Su also agreed, "Yes! Just prescribe the prescription, you can choose the precious medicinal materials in my warehouse, as long as there is in this world, I will find it!"
"啧—"
Wealth and wealth.
Su Yan thought that she would be poor and white, and her lover was beaten back to her natal home.
I feel unbalanced when I think about it.
She prescribed a prescription and handed it to the next person to get the medicine.
"this…"
The little servant who was waiting for Wei Lian next to Wei Lian was a little bit afraid to confirm. Can the medicine prescribed by the doctor who popped out from me be taken?
In case something goes wrong...
"Go ahead."
Wei Lian coughed and said with a smile: "No doubt, no doubt, no doubt about employing people, my body is already exhausted, even if it is bad, where can I go?"
"A Lian—Don't say that!" Wang Su couldn't sleep soundly now, and was awakened by nightmares at night.
"Okay, don't tell." Wei Lian held her hand back.
Wang Su stared, "Didn't he hear Lang Jun's instructions? Why don't you go?!"
"Yes, yes, the minion will go."
Su Yan looked at Wei Lian very pleasingly. He was a rare and sensible person, and he was well-rounded and broad-minded.
(End of this chapter)