Under Xin Moge's "eyes", Feng Yu felt like she had nowhere to hide, and she couldn't help but want to retreat. This was something Feng Yu had never experienced before.
Feng Yu gritted her teeth, calmed her mind secretly, took a deep breath, walked over, stood behind the old doctor and deliberately lowered her voice and said: "Your Majesty, my master was entrusted by someone to come here to check your pulse and see the doctor.
, I hope the master will not make things difficult for us, and can let us leave early, which will be good for everyone."
"Then can I ask, who is the person who invited you here?" Xin Moge "looked" at Feng Yu who spoke out, his voice remained unchanged and the expression on his face remained unchanged.
"We don't know about this. We are only responsible for practicing medicine and treating patients." It is said that people who can't see have much sharper hearing than ordinary people. Feng Yu was deeply afraid that Xin Moge would hear her voice, so she always deliberately suppressed her voice when she spoke.
As he spoke, his eyes two steps away couldn't help but began to carefully look at Xin Moge who was sitting there. Compared with that night in the pavilion, he was obviously thinner and weaker.
"Cough...cough...if that's the case, then please come back, I'm fine." Xin Moge replied while coughing uncontrollably.
"Your Majesty, if the word 'it's okay' is used on you, I'm afraid no one with eyes would believe it." The words blurted out, a little annoyed that he didn't care about his body so much. First, he heard the two jailers say that he wouldn't touch it.
Now that the doctor is in front of him and he refuses the meal, does he want to die?
The next moment, when Feng Yu realized what she had said, it was too late to regret it. I believe that any invisible person would pay special attention to the word "eyes" when others say it, but then she quickly paid attention to Xin Moge's expression.
However, Feng Yu didn't see any sign of anger on Xin Moge's face. Feng Yu couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, she felt a little frightened by her sudden annoyance. Could it be that she actually cared about him in her heart?
Because she cares, that’s why she cares about his body, and why is she annoyed that he doesn’t care about her body so much? But for him, he probably wants to kill her with his own hands, right? “Your Majesty, I’m sorry, I was not that person just now.
I mean, I hope you don't mind. Please reach out your hand right away and let my master feel your pulse. We are already here. Doctors have the heart of parents. If you just leave like this, I can't help but ask us to come here.
People, secondly, Master will always be grudged because he 'will not save me until he is dead'."
"That's right, there's so much nonsense, why don't we just feel the pulse, see a doctor, and leave." Hua Xunse, who was looking around, impatiently interrupted.
The old doctor also advised him immediately, "Your Majesty, you look very ill. You'd better let me take your pulse and let me take a look."
Xin Moge didn't speak. After a while, he moved the silk handkerchief in his left hand to his right hand, stretched out his left hand and placed it on his knees with the palm of his hand facing up.
Feng Yu inadvertently caught a glimpse of the silk handkerchief Xin Moge moved to her right hand, which was stained with dazzling red blood.
The old doctor obviously saw it, and while checking his pulse, he asked: "Your Majesty, have you been coughing up blood recently?" After saying that, the old doctor motioned Feng Yu to take the silk handkerchief from Xin Moge's hand, wanting to see it.
Simogo coughed blood.
Feng Yu nodded, took a step closer and bent down to pick up the silk handkerchief in Xin Moge's hand.
As he bent down, from the close distance, a faint fragrance that almost overlapped with that night came faintly. In an instant, Xin Moge suddenly grabbed Feng Yu's wrist, "Is it you?"
