With a bang, the originally closed door was swept open by a burst of palm force.
The door panel was swept with a loud bang, almost frightening Yu Jingfeng who was standing by the door.
"Your Majesty..."
Before Yu Jingfeng could react, Feng Jiuer was already like a gust of wind, hurried past him and broke into the room.
In the bedroom, beside the big bed, the man was holding on to the wooden pillar at the head of the bed, tightening his fingers.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Feng Jiuer rushed in. When he looked up, he saw blood pouring from the corners of Zhan Qingcheng's lips.
Damn it! Her provocation just now made him so angry that he vomited blood!
At this moment, Feng Jiuer hated herself so much that she slapped herself twice for being so ignorant!
You know clearly that Uncle Nine Emperors has been injured, but you still want to be angry with him!
She just wanted to go in and see him, but she never thought of making him so angry.
When Yu Jingfeng saw the prince vomiting blood, he almost went crazy: "Your Majesty..."
"Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Jiuer ran over quickly and supported his tall body, "Uncle Nine Emperors, lie down first."
"Let me lie down, so you can run to see Zhan Yuheng?" Zhan Qingcheng's breathing was messy, and even his voice was extremely hoarse.
"No, I'm not going anywhere, I'm just here with Uncle Nine Emperors."
Feng Jiuer glared at Yu Jingfeng, who then came back to his senses and immediately came over to join her, supporting Zhan Qingcheng and leaning on the bed.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, let me check your pulse." Feng Jiuer wanted to hold his hand.
Zhan Qingcheng was still angry and took his hand back.
Yu Jingfeng saw something was wrong and said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, I will go and ask the doctor over right now."
"roll!"
"Your Majesty..."
"Get out of here!" Zhan Qingcheng's eyes darkened. Because of his anger, the blood surged in his chest and he almost vomited blood again.
"You go out first, I am the doctor, I can cure him."
Feng Jiuer looked back at Yu Jingfeng and said anxiously: "Go out first, trust me!"
Yu Jingfeng couldn't believe it now. The prince didn't want the doctors to see it. Even if he called all the doctors in the palace, it would be useless.
What's more, when the prince is poisoned, he must not let anyone know about it.
The miracle doctor went to Nanman again for his poison and has not come back yet. Now in the mansion, there is no one who can treat the prince.
After all, this is no ordinary disease.
In order not to make the prince angry, Yu Jingfeng hurried out and closed the door.
Feng Jiuer looked at Zhan Qingcheng, who was still bleeding from the corners of his lips, and almost felt heartbroken!
"Uncle Nine Emperors, please let me administer acupuncture poison to you first. Once you are well, you can punish me however you want. I will never complain, okay?"
Zhan Qingcheng said nothing, and Feng Jiuer immediately reached for his hand. He still wanted to avoid it, but this time, he was not so resistant.
Jiu'er was overjoyed and immediately grabbed his hand with force, placing her fingertips on his veins.
This pulse... really makes her anxious to death!
After just a moment, she retracted her fingers, took out the needle bag she carried with her, and was about to pull out the silver needle.
Unexpectedly, his hand was suddenly grabbed by him.
"Uncle Nine Emperors..." Jiu'er was stunned, raised his head, and met his cold eyes filled with anger.
"Has he..." Zhan Qingcheng's thick-skinned eyebrows furrowed as he stared closely at her face, his blood boiling, and another wisp of blood gushed out from the corner of his lips.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, please stop talking and don't disturb your breath. I'll give you..."
But he still held her wrist tightly, "Has he...did he do anything like that in the book with you?"
