Chapter 522: Who should I marry in a marriage contract with twists and turns? Three
After many twists and turns in the marriage contract, who should I marry? (3)
Wan Qing fell asleep in a daze, but was woken up by someone pricking her with a needle.
She didn't scream, she didn't jump around, and her body didn't even twitch from fright.
She just frowned slightly, then opened her eyes, then slowly turned her head to look at the bed.
She saw her second uncle being held up by his arms by a guard in black, with a piece of white cloth stuffed in his mouth. However, his eyes were filled with fear and deep worry.
Who to worry about? Himself, or her.
Wan Qing withdrew her gaze and looked at her hand, where the needle had pricked her.
A withered yellow hand held her hand, and a silver needle pricked her fingers constantly, causing blood to seep out and drip down drop by drop.
"Little girl, are you awake?" an old voice said.
Wan Qing raised her head slightly and looked at the owner of the withered and yellow hands. An old man with a white beard and white hair, gray hair and chicken skin... he looked to be sixty or seventy years old.
Regardless of his voice, his hands, or his face, he looked like he was sixty or seventy years old. However, his eyes, his eyes were sparkling, and his teeth were hard, white, and not missing a single one.
Wan Qing blinked, and the old man also blinked.
Wan Qing asked gently, "Who are you?"
She didn't ask him why he pricked her finger or why he wanted to bleed her. He just asked him who he was.
"Young lady, you have good courage." The old man showed a satisfied look on his face, grabbed Wan Qing's other hand, and pulled Wan Qing to sleep on her side, which showed how strong he was.
The needle dropped from his hand, and the other five fingers were immediately pricked. Dark blood seeped out bit by bit and dripped slowly.
"Don't you ask me why I bled you?"
Wan Qing chuckled carelessly and glanced at the other person's face in confusion.
Then asked, "Who are you?"
"I am the royal physician."
Wan Qing laughed. How could anyone claim to be an imperial doctor? She didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the blood seeping out a little on her finger. Once the blood had clotted, he would take another injection.
"Actually, if you cut it from the wrist, there will be a lot of blood."
The imperial doctor suddenly raised his head and looked at Wan Qing. After a while, he said, "Girl, aren't you poisoned and your brain is stupid?"