King Sun walked slowly into the room and murmured: "Lao Wu probably feels bad too. Among so many princes, his relationship with Prince Huai is the best."
Yu Wenhao went to Prince Huai's Mansion in the evening. After returning, he hid in the study and didn't even eat dinner.
Yuan Qingling didn't eat either. She had a meal with Sun Wang in the afternoon and is still holding on.
Her appetite has been really bad recently, and she gets tired of ancient food easily.
Yu Wenhao hid in the study, and she also hid in the room, opening the medicine box and sorting out the medicine inside.
Drug-resistant tuberculosis streptomycin, rifampicin, ethambutol, and pyrazinamide are the four new drugs.
She hesitated in her heart.
In the early stage of tuberculosis, the treatment period is three months to six months, but King Huai didn't know how long he had been sick, let alone whether the tuberculosis bacteria had infected other places.
The medicine in the medicine box can be used for ten days, but once antibiotics are used for treatment, the medicine cannot be stopped midway. After the medicine is stopped, resistance will develop, and even if the treatment is continued, the possibility of cure is not high.
She could not guarantee that the tuberculosis medicines in the medicine box would be constantly updated, because the medicine box was arbitrary and beyond her control. If the medicine was stopped, King Huai would still be dead.
More importantly, it is not known whether King Huai had any complications from tuberculosis.
If King Huai had not been treated by her and followed the path of his life to the end step by step, he would naturally have nothing to do with her. At most, he would send a piece of silk gold and a stick of incense before his death to cry for this brother-in-law.
One sound.
She intervened in the treatment, and finally King Huai died, then...
Royal affairs cannot be touched easily, and cannot be cured. The imperial doctor will lose his head. Even if she can't lose her head, she probably won't end well. Remembering that she treated the Supreme Emperor, she was really young and impulsive.
But if she lets it go and doesn't care about it, it's the same as facing death without saving anything. Will she be able to let go of her conscience?
Yuan Qingling sat on the low table beside the bed, holding Duobao in her arms, "Tell me, what should I do?"
The wounds on Duobao's body have scabbed over, but the hair around the wounds has begun to fall out, like scabies, and scars are still visible.
"Woof woof woof!" Duobao nuzzled her palm with his nose.
"You can do whatever you want? Forget it, I might as well not ask you, what do you, a dog, know?"
"Woof woof woof!" Duobao protested, don't forget who rescued you from Huidinghou Mansion.
Yuan Qingling smiled and hit it on the head, "Come on, don't ask for credit, I'll give you a big chicken drumstick later."
Duobao spins in circles happily.
Yuan Qingling's injury is almost healed, and the imperial chef has returned to the palace.
Unknown to King Sun, he continued to come over the next day. Yuan Qingling informed him that the imperial chef had returned to the palace. He was stunned for a long time and almost cried out. He would have known he had eaten more yesterday.
"The prince often ate the royal food in the palace when he was a child, so why is it so rare?" Yuan Qingling asked.
King Sun was devastated. "When I was young, I didn't know how to cherish it. I thought that all the delicacies in the world were the same. After I moved to another palace, I realized that my father had already collected all the best cooks in the world."
He waved his hand, "Forget it, I might as well go visit Lao Liu."
Yuan Qingling's heart moved, "Can the prince take me there?"
King Sun looked at her in surprise, "Why don't you go with Lao Wu? Lao Wu also went today."
"Didn't he go back to the Yamen? I didn't know he went, I thought he went back to the Yamen." Yuan Qingling hadn't seen him in the past two days, so he was probably busy too.
"I met him outside. He said he wanted to go there. I'm afraid he won't go back to the Yamen? After all, the affairs of Marquis Huiding have been taken care of."
"Has it been handled? Has it been judged?" So quickly? For such a big case, she thought it would take at least a month or two.
"The title of marquis was deprived of, demoted to common people, and sentenced to exile."
It was a real advantage to him to keep him alive. He had killed so many women.
"Didn't Lao Wu tell you about this?" Sun Wang asked.
"I have seen my second brother more recently than I have seen him."
"Then your relationship as a couple is not good either." Sun Wang frowned.
Yuan Qingling summed it up, "They are a good couple if they don't fight."
King Sun looked at her, "You two always fight?"
"How could it be? The prince and I are a loving couple, how can he be willing to hit me?" Yuan Qingling walked in, "Second brother, wait for me a moment. I will change my clothes and follow you."
King Huai's condition worsened, and all the brothers, even those who were not so affectionate, came over to go through the motions.
When Yuan Qingling went there, there were many people, including the emperor's relatives, many of whom she did not recognize, and among them there were several princesses.
King Sun went in, but Yuan Qingling couldn't squeeze in at all. He could only walk around outside twice, but he didn't see Yu Wenhao.
But when she was walking around outside, she saw Chu Mingcui coming out with red eyes.
Chu Mingcui glanced at her, turned and walked away.
Princess Luoping and Princess Qin Ping also came out, as well as their consorts. The two princesses walked in front, with reddish eye circles, but their postures were still proud and elegant, maintaining the dignity of royal princesses appropriately.
Yuan Qingling had already stepped aside, and the four of them walked straight past the corridor without looking at her.
After a while, I saw the maid supporting King Huai's mother, Concubine Lu, walking out. Her face was pale and haggard, her eyes and nose were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying for a long time.
She was still crying all the way out, "My poor child!"
Yuan Qingling hated the idea of a white-haired person giving away a black-haired person. Thinking about herself, if her mother found out that she was dead, she didn't know how sad she would be.
She sighed softly.
"Luya, let's go!" Yuan Qing said.
Luya asked: "Won't the princess go in?"
"No." She was just afraid that after entering, she would act impulsively.
She can't always have bad luck. If Wang Huai can't be cured, she can't bear the crime.
Still not going in.
As soon as I turned around, I saw a man running out, sitting on the stone steps, covering his mouth and crying bitterly.
When Yuan Qingling saw her, a name came to her mind: Princess Yu Wenling of Changping.
Yu Wenling is the daughter of Concubine Xian, and she and Yu Wenhao are siblings.
Yuan Qingling hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to go up and say a few words of comfort.
Then he saw Yu Wenhao coming out. He didn't see Yuan Qingling either. He sat directly next to Yu Wenling, put his arms around her shoulders, and said in a deep voice: "Stop crying, lest he hears it. In his heart
Uncomfortable."
Yu Wenling wiped his tears carelessly and forced out a hard smile, "I know, I don't want to cry, but when I see him making us happy, he is afraid that we will be sad because of him, but he coughs so uncomfortable, I really
I can’t help it.”
Yu Wenhao sighed deeply, raised his eyes, and saw Yuan Qing standing there helplessly.
"Why are you here too?" Yu Wenhao asked.
"I came here with my second brother." Yuan Qingling stepped forward and said softly. He looked very haggard and his face was even uglier than when he was injured.
"Fifth sister-in-law!" Yu Wenling stood up and said with a heavy nasal voice.
Yuan Qingling returned the gift, "Princess!"
"The injury is not healed yet. Don't run around. Luya, take the princess back to the house." Yu Wenhao ordered.
"Yes!" Luya said.
Yuan Qingling nodded, "Then I'm leaving."
She took two steps and suddenly looked back at Yu Wenhao, somewhat hesitant to speak.