Chapter 1789 The ruthless mother of the empress (80)

  The imperial physicians shook their heads one after another, but they still insisted that the so-called Bingyuehua couldn't save lives at all.

  Everyone is waiting.

   Yuan Jiateng clenched Zhao Wanwan's hand tightly, his eyes fell on her face, and he didn't want to look away.

   "Wanwan, you'll be fine, right." He murmured.

   After an unknown amount of time, Yuan Jiateng suddenly exclaimed: "The imperial physician, come here, Wanwan's hand just moved."

  The imperial physicians hurried over to take a look, and upon seeing this, they found that the eldest concubine's face seemed to look much better.

   They immediately stepped forward to check the pulse.

   Yuan Jiateng waited anxiously.

   The imperial doctor who took the pulse changed a lot when his finger touched Zhao Wanwan's wrist.

   "How is it possible, how is it possible, it was obviously dead before."

   Yuan Jiateng is anxious.

   "What the **** is going on, tell me quickly."

  The imperial physician quickly said.

Before   , they diagnosed that Zhao Wanwan's poison had entered her heart. They didn't know what poison she was poisoned with, nor what the antidote was.

   They all felt that the First Princess was doomed this time.

   But he didn't expect that a thousand-year-old ice moon flower actually rescued the eldest concubine.

"...The eldest imperial concubine's weak pulse has become full and stable, and the poison that was scattered in the internal organs is beginning to gather. When the eldest concubine wakes up and spit out the poisonous blood, the poison is even forced out. …”

   "Spit out poisonous blood, wouldn't it be life-threatening?" Yuan Jiateng asked.

   "Yes, the poisonous blood is spit out, and then the imperial concubine will be able to take good care of her, and she will be able to bring her body back."

   "It's great, it's great." Yuan Jiateng's tears rolled down after being affirmed by the imperial physician.

  Wanwan, did you hear that, you can come back to life.

   You will not leave.

   Now Zhao Wanwan is still awake and needs someone to take care of her. The imperial physicians are old and are arranged to rest. Yuan Jiateng stayed by himself. Even though he has not eaten or drunk for a long time, he still insists.

   He was not at ease, he had to wait for Wanwan to wake up.

   And the two children, tired of crying, were carried by the Oriole and they fell asleep.

   Time passes by little by little.

   Outside the window, it was dark and bright.

   On the bed, the woman opened her eyes.

   She just moved a little, and the people next to her were awakened.

   Zhao Wanwan met a pair of red eyes, a scruffy beard, dark blue eyes, and a look of exhaustion between her brows.

   In the past, he used to think that he was romantic, handsome, and the person who liked to upset himself the most, but at this time he was very embarrassed.

   This is the first time Zhao Wanwan has seen the other side of this man.

  The embarrassment makes people feel a little distressed.

   "Wanwan, you're awake." Those eyes burst into surprise when they saw Zhao Wanwan wake up.

   Zhao Wanwan opened her mouth to say something, but she felt a little nauseated, she couldn't control it and vomited out.

   Yuan Jiateng had already prepared and brought the spittoon.

   Zhao Wanwan spat out a mouthful of purple blood.

  Yuan Jiateng followed her back and asked, "How are you? Wait a minute, I'll call the imperial physician now."

   Oriole had been waiting outside, and when he heard Yuan Jiateng's voice, he immediately called the imperial doctor.

  The imperial doctor also came soon.

   came to the previous conclusion.

   Zhao Wanwan, who vomited poisonous blood, will make up for it and take more care.

   "Where are Zhan'er and Xi'er?" Finally, there were only the two of them left in the room, still maintaining Yuan Jiateng's half-holding Zhao Wanwan's waist, an ambiguous posture that they had never seen before.

   (end of this chapter)