Half an hour later, Yu Wenhao looked at the shameless woman sitting on the table with hatred.
His clothes were half exposed, his hands went up to his neck and collarbone...and he scratched hard.
There were red marks on the face, collarbone, neck, and even the half-exposed chest, and there were also piles of red bumps.
Auntie and Lu Ya had already been driven out of the messy bowls, chopsticks and food on the floor. Auntie Xi was smart enough to hide away and cook some hangover soup.
Even Duobao escaped before the storm came and the first bowl fell to the ground.
A cup of sweet-scented osmanthus, he swore, it was really just one cup.
He slowly stood up and stepped back.
Yuan Qingling picked up the royal staff, banged it on the table, and yelled at the top of her lungs, "You try?"
Yu Wenhao had the urge to kill her.
He hated being threatened the most in his life.
Yuan Qingling was itching all over her body almost like crazy. The first time she drank alcohol, she was just drunk and had no allergies. Why did she become allergic this time?
She was still conscious, but she couldn't bear the biting itch, which seemed to be coming from her blood. She accidentally searched in the medicine cabinet and couldn't find any medicine for allergies.
She wished she could peel off all the skin and flesh from her body.
How dare he want to leave at this juncture?
"My back is very itchy and I can't scratch it!" Yuan Qingling frantically pounded the table with her legs and kept trying to climb behind with her hands.
"Where's the imperial doctor?" Yu Wenhao roared, but he had to go over and tickle her.
Her back felt hot, it was really hot, and when she touched it with her fingertips, it was as if she had been brushed against a fireball.
What a hell.
She was permed like this, why didn't we see her self-immolate?
The imperial doctor hurriedly arrived, and Yu Wenhao pulled up her clothes and said angrily: "Won't you knock on the door first?"
The imperial doctor looked back at the door with only one door left. The other door was lying on the ground, knocking on the door?
He didn't dare to look at the prince's face. There were three faces on the left and three on the right. For those who didn't know, he thought it was a cat.
"Why don't you come over and see what's going on?" All of Yu Wenhao's patience has been worn away. Who has pitied the scratches on his face?
The imperial doctor hurried over, without even looking at it, and prescribed a prescription: "If you suffer from alcoholism, just drink a bowl of medicine and you'll be fine. I'll make the medicine myself."
"I will cook it myself!" Yu Wenhao grabbed the prescription with one hand and said through gritted teeth.
The imperial doctor was startled for a moment and sighed. Look at what he has done to Master Cat.
This person who doesn't know how to drink alcohol cannot touch a drop of alcohol either life or death.
Yuan Qingling's allergies subsided in the middle of the night.
Yu Wenhao was so tired that he slept directly in Fengyi Pavilion.
The house was in chaos.
Yuan Qing got down to the ground and drank a large glass of water, feeling as if he had narrowly escaped death.
She sat quietly on the chair and began to think about this drunken time.
Not only this time when she was drunk, but every time she recovered from an injury or illness, she felt that her mind was extremely clear and her senses were extremely sharp.
For example, now, she can hear sounds coming from very far away, and she can also look into the dark courtyard from a missing door. Everything in the courtyard can be seen very clearly.
Just like daytime.
She also seemed to hear the sound of her brain cells dividing, and the neurons constantly extending.
She took out the medicine box, pressed the lock, and said: "Streptomycin!"
Opening it slowly, there were two boxes of streptomycin injection in the medicine box.
Close up.
She discovered a pattern.
Every time she feels uncomfortable, the medicine box will be developed. Of course, the development of the medicine box may also be related to the development of her brain.
This discovery is huge, and it at least gives her hope that with the continuous development of her brain or medicine box, she can fully control the medicine box.
Regardless of this, in short, now that streptomycin is available, you can first inject streptomycin for fifteen days to stabilize the condition.
She arranged everything in the medicine cabinet neatly, and the hemorrhoid ointment and Kaisel lotion were still there, but they were not commonly used, so they were stuffed in the bottom corner.
When I returned to the bed, I saw Yu Wenhao sleeping like a dead pig.
He didn't drink much, right? How could he be so drunk?
Looking at the nail marks on his face, three on the left and three on the right, Yuan Qingling felt guilty for a while. It really shouldn't have happened. How could he go back to the Yamen tomorrow?
She yawned and felt sleepy, so she climbed over him and went inside to sleep.
This climb woke people up.
Yu Wenhao was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up. When his mind cleared up and he remembered what happened last night, he couldn't help but get angry and said, "Why are you staying up so late at night?"
"I couldn't sleep just now, and now I'm sleepy." Yuan Qingling yawned again, "I fell asleep."
Seeing her turning sideways and breathing evenly to sleep, Yu Wenhao felt revengeful. She was sleepy, but he was awake.
"Yuan Qingling, I suddenly feel a pain in my chest."
Yuan Qingling suddenly sat up and saw him covering his chest in pain. Then he saw that his face suddenly turned pale. He felt anxious and bent his head to listen to his heartbeat.
"Why did it hurt all of a sudden?" Yuan Qingling listened for a while, raised his head, took out the stethoscope, and pressed it on his chest.
The moment his face was pressed against his chest, Yu Wenhao stiffened and his heart beat uncontrollably.
The heartbeat was very fast, thumping, thumping, and it was at least 120 times a minute.
"Does your left hand hurt? Does your back hurt? Are there any other feelings besides pain?" Yuan Qing asked anxiously.
Seeing how nervous she was, Yu Wenhao felt a little guilty, but he couldn't let her know that he was playing a prank, so he put his hand on his chest and applied a little internal force, "It hurts just here. I don't know if you smashed a bowl when you were drunk and crazy."
, injured."
Yuan Qing was startled and lifted up his clothes. Sure enough, he saw a bruise on his chest. Judging from the bruise, it must have been a heavy blow.
People who are drunk and crazy usually do not have the clear consciousness to control the intensity.
She felt guilty, "I'm sorry."
Yu Wenhao saw her lowering her eyelashes and covering her eyes with a guilty look. He felt much more comfortable and said, "Forget it this time, but please don't practice drinking again in the future."
"Don't drink anymore. This kind of drinking capacity is really not something you can practice." Thanks to her doctorate in medicine, people's minds have become confused since they came to ancient times.
"Go to sleep, we have to go to Prince Huai's Mansion tomorrow." It was rare for Yu Wenhao to hear such sweet words from her, and he felt inexplicably comfortable.
Yuan Qingling lay down and said softly: "I am now 50% sure about King Huai's illness."
Yu Wenhao groaned and looked at her in shock, "You haven't diagnosed it yet, how can you be sure?"
"I know what's wrong with him. My second brother told me about it."
"But didn't you say last night that you would have to watch it to find out?"
Yuan Qingling yawned, "Have I ever said that?"
"You said it." Yu Wenhao was serious.
"Then I was wrong."
"You... can you say this is wrong? You must not say anything nonsense if you are 50% sure, especially in front of the sixth brother." Yu Wenhao was angry.
I really can't praise this woman even half a word, even silently in my heart.
"I definitely won't say it." Yuan Qing Ling said.
Yu Wenhao pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, "Go to sleep."
"You're not going back?" Yuan Qingling's eyes burned in the dim light.
"Too lazy to run around." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qing let out a cry, held it in for a long time, and couldn't help but ask: "How many couples do you have?"