King Jin suppressed the fear in his heart and smiled to comfort Song Huiyue: "Don't worry, don't worry either. I'm back and I will take care of the rest."
"good."
"Let's go back now," King Jin couldn't concentrate, so he opened the car curtain a little and ordered, "Hurry up!"
When he was in Kyoto, he saw a woman whose face was scratched by her fingernails due to a fight. After the treatment, a white scar was left.
Later the woman jumped into the river.
When others jumped into the river, he listened to the stories. Now that Song Huiyue was injured, he immediately became confused and wished that the scar could be moved to his face.
Song Huiyue was not unaware that there was an injury on her face. She had touched it herself and knew that the injury was extensive. However, her heart had sunk to the bottom and she no longer had the energy to make a fuss about the injury to her face.
The carriage was almost airborne, speeding along the official road, with the rice fields on both sides constantly passing behind. Song Huiyue had a headache due to the shaking of the carriage, her face was pale, there was cold sweat on her forehead, her stomach was churning, and she retched.
"Slow down!" King Jin shouted outside, and at the same time he held his hands to Song Huiyue's mouth, "Spit it out, it will make you feel better."
The carriage quickly slowed down, then found the middle point between fast and slow, and continued on the road.
Song Huiyue's stomach was shriveled. She grabbed King Jin's hand and retched. Her head felt like it was about to explode, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Prince Jin took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her tears and sweat: "If you feel uncomfortable, just go home and it will be fine. Huang Ting has already gone back to ask the doctor to give you medicine."
His voice was choked with sobs.
"Headache." Song Huiyue leaned her head back, pressed it hard against the cold and hard wooden wall, and took a breath, "Don't worry, I have to go to my husband-in-law's house to see my mother-in-law."
Mrs. Song is still at Xie's house and she doesn't know how sick she is. Aunt Lin and Yuanyuan are probably frightened too. Qinghui doesn't know if there is any news.
Will Zhang Xutang give up?
King Jin had been frightened all the way since he saw Yin Xiao. When he finally saw Song Huiyue, he wanted to carry her in his belly and hide her like a fetus for ten months. How could he be willing to send her away.
He stuffed the handkerchief around his waist and coaxed her in a low voice: "Your mother-in-law is still sick. She is worried about Qinghui and sad for your family. Now that I see you hurt like this, my heart breaks.
You can recover from your injuries at my place and then go see her."
His heart was broken, and Mrs. Song had to die of pain on the spot.
Then he said with a cold face: "Don't you want to see me?"
Song Huiyue waved her hand gently: "I'm not happy enough to see you. I'm afraid that my mother will be worried if she doesn't see me, and Yuanyuan will stay still... There are not so many people at home..."
After hearing this, King Jin felt heartbroken.
His moon always hides the people around him in his heart.
"Then I'll take your mother and the others to the palace tomorrow, okay? I'll let your mother have a good rest today."
Song Huiyue nodded obediently and asked him again: "When I got on the carriage, I seemed to see someone carrying Yin Xiao on his back. Is he going to deliver a message to you?"
King Jin reluctantly replied: "Yes, he has a fever. I don't know if he is awake. I will send him to Xie's house."
It's best not to wake up - it's a pity that Yinxiao is a weed and can survive even a drop of dew.
"Du Lan...is he still there?" Song Huiyue couldn't help but ask.
King Jin nodded: "Yes, I am also at Xie Ba's place. Don't worry, you can rest."
Du Lan drank and made a mistake, and was already 90% dead. He only had one breath left, and he didn't know if he could survive.
The journey was very fast, and the King of Jin transported Song Huiyue back to the palace.
Huang Ting had already packed up Zhuxi Zhai and found the only nanny in the house. Aunt Yun was carrying a large basin of hot water and wanted to wipe Song Huiyue's face. After the water was brought over, she was so shocked that she couldn't do anything.
King Jin rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward to twist the veil himself, and wiped the other half of her face clean.
Song Huiyue washed her hands, and Huang Ting led the waiter to bring in tea and food.
A clear soup with pork ribs and lotus root, rolled noodles in it, and two plates of crabapple bream and jade hook bream, there was nothing Song Huiyue couldn't eat.
Song Huiyue suddenly remembered what Yue Huaiyu said: "The chamberlain is very interesting and powerful."
She couldn't help but raise her head and glance at Huang Ting. Huang Ting noticed her gaze and immediately took a step forward without saying anything, just to let her see more clearly.
Seeing Song Huiyue stunned, King Jin deliberately frowned at the stewed lotus roots: "I ate lotus roots for many days in Ezhou, and I could spit out lotus flowers in my mouth."
Sure enough, Song Huiyue laughed: "Is the lotus root in Ezhou delicious?"
"This is it," Huang Ting handed her the chopsticks with both hands, "Mrs., try it."
"Eat quickly," King Jin held up the bowl and took a sip of the soup, "The doctor is coming soon, don't be greedy for him."
Song Huiyue took the chopsticks and looked at Prince Jin: "Your Majesty, thank you."
King Jin didn't like her thanks, but he was so uneasy that he forgot to retort.
It wasn't that he was restless, but that he ran all the way back and took Song Huiyue all the way to his house. In the deepest part of his heart, a crack was opened from the grief, and a little joy emerged.
The moon fell from the sky into his arms again.
He noticed this little bit of joy, but the joy was based on Song Huiyue's huge pain, so he didn't dare to show anything, he just wanted this little bit of joy to disappear as soon as possible.
After eating and drinking, the doctor is here.
The doctor was very impressive, spoke very little, and specialized in treating trauma. He was old enough to be Song Huiyue's Weng Weng. He didn't do anything yet. Instead, he set up a brazier outside the door, took out a piece of realgar the size of a tung tree, and threw it on the fire.
Burn inside.
When the smoke started to smoke, he smoked his hands, collar, sleeves, etc. to prevent any unclean things on his body from passing along the corners of his clothes to the patient.
The patient was weak and different from ordinary people, and he walked back and forth among the patients without being careless.
After smoking, he crossed his hands and saluted King Jin.
King Jin just wanted him to stop being polite and focus on treating the disease, but he waved his hand and asked Huang Ting and King Jin to smoke it.
After the smoke was finished, he crossed the threshold and laid out a row of knives and needles on the table, with an imposing manner comparable to that of a butcher.
"Oh, it hurts my face. Why did you come to me and drag me like this?"
He stepped forward and pressed on the healed wound on Song Huiyue's face. The pain from this finger made Song Huiyue tremble.
"The upper part is hard and thin, and the lower part is soft. It looks like it's healed, but in fact it has pus inside. The pus needs to be drained out first."
He took the needle vigorously and said: "Bring me the tung oil lamp."
Huang Ting immediately moved the lamp in front of him and asked him to burn the needle.
King Jin looked at the thin needle and turned red, and his face turned pale along with Song Huiyue: "Doctor Zu, please be gentle, these are not those stupid kids."
Dr. Zu was silent and just stared at the needle. After the tip of the needle had cooled down from the heat, he pointed the needle at the place where the ulcer was about to break and pricked it in.
When the needle is inserted four-quarters of the way in, and then pulled out, pus will overflow from the hole of the needle.
Dr. Zu then stretched out his hand to apply pressure around the wound to help drain the pus.
Song Huiyue shook violently and couldn't help but let out an "ouch".
Prince Jin quickly held her hands and comforted her softly: "It will be fine soon. It's okay."
Doctor Zu was unmoved by this. There was no distinction between men and women in his hands. Boys and girls were the same.