Chapter 45 Antiquity: The Threat of the Regent

Yaoyao was at a loss, not knowing what to do.

In the regent's palace, Mu Qinghan quietly listened to his subordinate's reply, and frowned slightly, "You mean that your majesty is seriously ill?"

The subordinate replied: "Report to the lord, yes, and the emperor does not allow the demon concubine to ask the imperial doctor."

Mu Qinghan clenched his fists, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

What kind of tricks is this North Jiangsu doing? If you are sick, you don't need a doctor.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and the smile on his face faded.

Subei is afraid that he does not want the imperial doctor to know.

Mu Qinghan lowered his brows, and the smile on his face was a little cold.

Subei was very tormented, it was hot and cold, and a certain part was still hurting badly.

He asked the system in a trance, "748, if I die, will the mission be considered a failure?"

The 748's unique mechanical sound sounded, "Hmm."

Subei asked again: "Is that the important task or the dignity of the emperor."

This time the system didn't answer North Jiangsu, and I don't know if I heard it or not.

In a trance, Subei heard Mu Qinghan flutteringly threatening someone, "If you don't look good, this king will skin you!"

Subei complained: "It's still so cruel."

When Mu Qinghan, who came with the imperial physician, heard this, his face was a little ugly.

He glanced at the trembling imperial doctor with a smile on his face, "Also, everything I saw today, I remember it rotted in my stomach."

The imperial doctor nodded again and again and said yes.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, put down the medicine box and began to treat the emperor.

Because of the presence of Mu Qinghan, his hands were shaking.

When he saw the injuries on Subei's body, he trembled even more.

The Imperial Physician was extremely shocked. The regent and the emperor had such a relationship.

He just glanced at it roughly, and then said to Mu Qinghan timidly: "Your Majesty has contracted the cold, so I can prescribe a few medicines for Your Majesty to take."

After speaking, the imperial physician paused for a while, and said bravely: "The man himself is not the bearer, so it is better not to be so... rude."

"It's even better if it can be cleaned after the fact."

The imperial physician looked at Mu Qinghan's expression, and after making sure he didn't mean to embarrass him, he was relieved.

He took out a medicine jar from the medicine box and handed it to Mu Qinghan, "Use this medicine on the wound, it will get better sooner."

Mu Qinghan took the jar and waved his hand, "Go and prescribe the medicine."

As if the imperial physician was granted amnesty, he hurried away.

Mu Qinghan sat beside the bed with a complicated expression.

The mechanical sound of 748 sounded in Chaos's mind in northern Jiangsu, "The strategy value has increased by 10%, and the strategy progress has been 29%."

Subei murmured: "Mu Qinghan is really a cheapskate."

Mu Qinghan closed his eyes and unbuttoned Subei's clothes little by little. The injury to his chest was indeed a little serious.

He silently applied the ointment to Subei, and the smooth touch of Subei's skin bloomed through Mu Qinghan's fingertips.

The icy temperature of the ointment made Su Bei wince.

Mu Qinghan tucked the quilt for him.

He helped Subei paint the wound little by little, but when he got to the last one, he stopped.

The night was slightly cold, and the yellowish candlelight hit Mu Qinghan's side face, revealing a kind of condensation.

I don't know how long he stopped before he continued to give medicine to Subei.

Subei, who had already slept in the past, had a nightmare. In the dream, Mu Qinghan was like a beast that devoured him.

When I woke up, it was the next morning.

Yaoyao just came in with the medicine.

Subei's heart skipped a beat, "Are you called an imperial physician?"