At this moment, An Yi was completely unaware of Feng Qingchen's arrangement. She looked at Long Yeqing who was vomiting blood and frowned slightly.
From the second half of the night to now, Long Yeqing has vomited more than half a bowl of blood, and his body is getting weaker and weaker.
Xue Lingqiao whispered: "Is the dose of this medicine a little too high? My elder brother finally stabilized his condition, but now it was in vain!"
"It doesn't matter, I can handle it!" Long Yeqing whispered, curling up.
"Just get over it!" An Yi said in a deep voice. She was sure, but the premise was that Long Yeqing could persevere, otherwise the success would be in vain!
Xue Lingqiao sighed and pulled An Yi out of the door: "The Ninth Prince is still a prince no matter how unfavored he is. What if he is executed? Why did I let you do this this time?"
"It's too late for you to start worrying now!" An Yi said helplessly.
"I didn't know your medicine was so powerful!" Xue Lingqiao was really worried. He had never seen such a powerful medicine used to treat tuberculosis. Even his mother was not sure about using such medicine.
"I wrote the prescription, and I was responsible for preparing the medicine throughout the process. I even forged the dragon bone myself. I'm sure of it!" An Yi said in a deep voice, with a very firm look on his face.
Xue Lingqiao was speechless for a moment. He knew that An Yi had always been bold in using medicine and had many weird methods that could cut open people's stomachs. However, the previous few cases were all fine and were solved very well. Maybe this time too ¡
Although she was still upset, Xue Lingqiao stopped talking and chose to trust An Yi again.
"I know the second senior brother is worried about me, it's okay!" An Yi said in a low voice.
She will never let Long Ye Qing die, and she will keep her to save Feng Qingchen!
Long Ye vomited blood and almost fell asleep. An Yi took care of him personally, not afraid that tuberculosis would be contagious.
Xue Lingqiao went back and told the story. He asked Feng Qingchen: "Sir, why did the empress have to save the ninth prince?"
Feng Qingchen didn¡¯t answer, just held up her sleeves and looked out the window thoughtfully.
Xue Lingqiao stopped asking.
In the past few days, An Yi was afraid that Feng Qingchen would not allow her to come, and that she would bring the germs back to Xiaodouzi, so she stayed in the Yong Mansion. On this day, they arrived in Laba. Long Yeqing's health was much better. An Yi After taking a bath that day, she changed into a blue and purple dress and returned to the inn wearing a white fox cloak.
In the inn, Feng Qingchen was practicing martial arts with Xiaodouzi. After not seeing him for a few days, Xiaodouzi seemed to have grown taller again. When he saw An Yi, he ran forward and whispered something in An Yi's ear.
An Yi's expression changed, and he quickly raised his eyes to look at Feng Qingchen, even a little panicked.
Feng Qingchen put away the cold sword in his hand with an expressionless face, turned around and left straight away. Her red dress was fluttering, her long sleeves were fluttering, she was gorgeous, gloomy and cold.
Anyi entered the room pitifully.
Feng Qingchen was reading a book, and the room was lit with pear blossom incense.
This inn is no better than Leicheng. There are no pear blossoms that bloom in winter. Leng Jiu searched all over Yongcheng before he found incense made from pear blossoms.
An Yi sniffed her nose and came to Feng Qingchen's side with a smile, "Long Yeqing has passed the critical period, and she will be fine if she takes my medicine for another half a year!"
"Half a year?" Feng Qingchen frowned, "So long?"
"This is already the best estimate. After all, it is Chinese medicine, not antibiotics!" An Yi raised her eyebrows, a little unconvinced. No one could question her medical skills. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com