"The princess is about to vomit again!" the imperial doctor's voice.
"Get the basin!" Dongfang Aoshi's voice.
The next second, I felt dizzy and gentle, and I felt that I was being helped up and my head was pressed down.
A pungent smell rushed over.
Gentle relapsed in an instant, and another mouthful of blood came out.
"It's much better, let's drink it again." Wenrou heard the imperial doctor say this.
Before I could react, what did the imperial doctor mean? A bowl of choking medicine was poured directly over.
Gentle can no longer hold back and vomits very much.
"Get water." Dongfang Aoshi's tense voice rang in his ears.
The water slowly entered the mouth, diluting the strong smell of medicine and blood, and the gentle feeling was much better.
Feeling that the body is slowly being laid flat.
There are two hands, touching them on your body.
A warm palm touches the temperature on the forehead.
There was also a small hand that had been holding her hand since she was drowsy.
It should be Yaohua.
He must have been frightened.
Tenderly struggling, trying to open his eyes and comfort the little guy, but his eyelids were so heavy that it seemed to be pressing against a huge rock, and he couldn't open it.
Wenrou worked hard for a long time, but she had no choice but to force herself and wanted to vomit.
Finally, I gave up.
"Vomit--" Gentle began to feel nauseous again.
I was instantly helped up, my head was down, and I vomited again, and then I rinsed my mouth with water...
It was like this and it was tossing again and again, as if there was no end.
Fortunately, the frequency of her vomiting has not been so frequent as time goes by.
Finally, it finally stopped.
Lying on the bed tenderly and weakly, even breathing, I felt exhausted.
But finally, I was not given medicine again and vomited again.
He let out a deep breath and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.
While sleeping, I felt someone was giving her a massage.
Start at your toes, go all the way up to your fingers.
Every time I pressed it, I touched the acupoints, making me feel numb and painful.
Gentle shrank subconsciously, but his body was as heavy as a stone and had no way to move.
I can only endure the pain and let others slaughter it.
Fortunately, the massage was scrambled and did not continue.
Otherwise, she would not be able to stand it.
In the following days, Wenrou lay in a drowsy manner, sometimes awake, but most of the time, she was in a coma. But when she saw the blood she vomited, she immediately realized that she was poisoned.
Holding Dongfang Aoshi's arm tightly, his nails sink in, "Child..."
In the discomfort, Wen Rou’s only worry is the child in her belly.
She wanted to keep it clear, but she was weak all over and had no strength at all, and her consciousness was slowly floating away...
I was so confused that I only remember being kept getting watered, then getting nauseated and vomiting.
She was already very weak and could not withstand such troubles.
After a while, I could no longer hold on and fainted.
After fainting, Wen Rou has not forgotten the child in her belly, "Dongfang Aoshi...Child..."
"I will not let something happen to him." Dongfang Aoshi promised that he would be linked with her.
Hearing Dongfang Aoshi's assurance, Gentle Rou was relieved, closed her eyes and fainted.
She fainted, but the others' nerves did not relax.
"The princess is about to vomit again!" the imperial doctor's voice.
"Get the basin!" Dongfang Aoshi's voice.
The next second, I felt dizzy and gentle, and I felt that I was being helped up and my head was pressed down.
A pungent smell rushed over.
Gentle relapsed in an instant, and another mouthful of blood came out.
"It's much better, let's drink it again." Wenrou heard the imperial doctor say this.
Before I could react, what did the imperial doctor mean? A bowl of choking medicine was poured directly over.
Gentle can no longer hold back and vomits very much.
"Get water." Dongfang Aoshi's tense voice rang in his ears.
The water slowly entered the mouth, diluting the strong smell of medicine and blood, and the gentle feeling was much better.
Feeling that the body is slowly being laid flat.
There are two hands, touching them on your body.
A warm palm touches the temperature on the forehead.
There was also a small hand that had been holding her hand since she was drowsy.
It should be Yaohua.
He must have been frightened.
Tenderly struggling, trying to open his eyes and comfort the little guy, but his eyelids were so heavy that it seemed to be pressing against a huge rock, and he couldn't open it.
Wenrou worked hard for a long time, but she had no choice but to force herself and wanted to vomit.
Finally, I gave up.
"Vomit--" Gentle began to feel nauseous again.
I was instantly helped up, my head was down, and I vomited again, and then I rinsed my mouth with water...
It was like this and it was tossing again and again, as if there was no end.
Fortunately, the frequency of her vomiting has not been so frequent as time goes by.
Finally, it finally stopped.
Lying on the bed tenderly and weakly, even breathing, I felt exhausted.
But finally, I was not given medicine again and vomited again.
He let out a deep breath and fell asleep in a drowsy manner.