It was like a knife cutting open the skin and tearing off his flesh bit by bit.
The pain was so heartbreaking that he fell to the ground, shaking constantly.
Chu Qingge sat on a chair, dangling her legs, looking at him coldly with her big, watery eyes.
In his confusion, Mu Bai grabbed a corner of the chair, gritted his teeth, held on to the chair, and slowly sat up.
"You can call the imperial doctor." Chu Qingge snorted coldly.
Mu Bai gasped, leaned back on the chair, slowly put his trembling hands on his chest, and used his energy to force out the poison.
The slender body was still trembling, and every meridian was twitching.
Black blood still seeped out along the corners of his lips, the tip of his nose and even his ear holes, never stopping.
Chu Qingge jumped down from the chair, walked to him, squatted down, and stared at his pale and colorless face.
"If the imperial doctor gives you acupuncture to drive away the poison, it will not be so painful. Really, let me help you with the imperial doctor."
She turned around and left.
Mu Bai, who had just begun to improve his luck, opened his eyes suddenly. The moment she turned around, he took her hand: "No..."
Before he finished speaking, the zhenqi that he had finally gathered was flowing wildly, and with a "wow" sound, he opened his mouth and another mouthful of blood came out.
"Qing'er, don't... act nonsense."
"How could I be fooling around? I'm enjoying your pain. Doesn't this hurt even more?"
He was halfway through the exercise and suddenly stopped. It wasn't just the toxins that caused him pain. Even his own Qi would sting the meridians all over his body.
So far I haven't fainted from the pain, foaming at the mouth, this body is really strong.
At least, it was much stronger than she imagined.
"Don't... be ridiculous, even if..." He vomited too much blood, and Mu Bai had trouble even speaking.
He took a deep breath and continued: "Even if he knows your... identity, he will... execute you."
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to the ground, blood still bleeding from the corners of his lips.
But he held Qingge's fingers and never relaxed at all.
"Qing'er, you can...torture me, but don't...use your own safety for...joking."
Qin Tianao is not so kind on the surface. He has just been seriously ill recently and looks a little weaker.
In fact, the King of Northern Qin was famous for being cruel and violent.
If anyone dares to harm his prince, he will kill him first and then quickly, regardless of the consequences.
"This... is the palace. I... can't guarantee that you... will be safe."
Chu Qingge said nothing and looked coldly at the black blood pouring out of the corners of his lips.
I don't know how long it took before she said coldly: "If you don't find an imperial doctor, you will die."
"You will...save me." He wanted to laugh, but at this time, all his strength was used to hold her wrist.
Even a smile is too weak.
"Do you think I care about your life or death?" Qingge felt that his words were extremely ridiculous.
Mu Bai looked at her, and her vision became increasingly blurry.
The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and eventually they were so heavy that they could no longer be opened.
"You... still torture me, you won't... watch me... die easily..."
He finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
Chu Qingge struggled, but she didn't break free from the grip of his big palm.
Even when she fell into coma, he held her so tightly!
She has no strength now and can't even fight against an unconscious patient!
Outside, Cui'er and Yu'er finally couldn't bear it and barged in.
After closing the door, they both knelt in front of her at the same time: "Third Princess, please save the Third Prince, please!"
