"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 vomit 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.