"Princess!...What's wrong with you?" Xiaoqiu looked at Luoxue, who was lying on the ground with a pale face and black smoke, and rushed over and shouted urgently.
Luoxue was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. She could only bite the snow shell and lay on the ground in pain. She looked at Xiaoqiu with tears already flowing out: "Xiao...Xiaoqiu...my...stomach...is fine."
It hurts..."
"Princess, you...you...don't be afraid, Xiaoqiu will help you back to the house immediately, and then let the doctor diagnose and treat you..." Xiaoqiu said with a pair of red eyes, holding Luoxue, and said in a trembling voice.
Luoxue nodded, but couldn't say anything else.
Xiaoqiu supported her and finally helped Luoxue back into the house.
When Luo Xue was gently placed on the bed, Luo Xue had already fainted, with traces of black lines showing through her pale face, and her lips began to turn black.
Her originally thin and thin appearance now gave people a frightening feeling, as if she would disappear with the wind at any time.
His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were furrowed from time to time, his whole body was twisting, whispering in his throat, struggling and moaning, looking very painful.
Xiaoqiu, who had always been timid, stood by the bed, looking at her in pain, with a puzzling look on her face. She was very painful and guilty, but there was also a touch of determination.
That expression was completely different from her usual.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She murmured to Luoxue, gently holding Luoxue's hand, and a glistening tear fell gently from the corner of her eye.
She was so frightened that she stood up suddenly, walked away with her hand, then turned around, closed the door, and ran out of the courtyard with large strides.
Not long after the door closed, it was pushed open again, and a man wearing a snow-white gown, with a handsome and delicate face, elegant and gentle walked in quickly.
The door was closed again.
He walked to Luo Xue's bed, his always calm and gentle face took on a strange color, and his pretty brows were furrowed tightly. He gently took Luo Xue's slender bare hands and tapped her pulse.
But his face was even colder, and a stern look shot out from his eyes.
What a cruel poison!
He gently turned Luo Xue's hand over, then gently took off the quilt, connected several acupuncture points on her chest, and pressed the poison into one place, then grabbed her hand and gently pressed it on the fingertips.
As soon as he swiped it, he saw a trace of black blood flowing down his finger.
His snow-white long sleeves were swept away, and a water bottle flew on the table. He placed it under her fingers and took it gently.
He stood aside, his white clothes were as white as snow, and his face was like an immortal.
Luoxue seemed to raise her eyes slightly in a trance, looking at the scene in front of her, which seemed real and fake. She felt that her whole body was in pain, a burning pain burning in every corner of her body, and her abdomen felt like it was being twisted.
She was half-conscious, looking at the man in white in front of her, thinking she was a god...
Open your mouth and say what you want to say.
The man's slender fingers gently touched her cold lips, and his warm and pleasant voice said softly: "Don't worry, you will be fine..."
It's strange that with such a plain words, Luoxue felt relieved as if he had received a panacea and was no longer afraid. It seemed that what he said must be ordinary...