She has seen too many people who have been sent to first aid in the hospital, but they are not in time and often don’t even have the chance to give people a glimmer of hope.

Even a farewell word could not be said.

The eyelashes are slender and curly, and the tiny frost flowers fall on it, embellishing a touch of delicate and coolness to her eyebrows and eyes.

She said coldly, "Get out of here."

This stubbornness instantly shocked everyone. Someone wanted to come up to persuade her, but seeing that she looked like she was like ten cows, she couldn't help but feel that she wanted to see His Majesty, so the words of persuasion were in the throat again

I swallowed it in an instant.

The two guards held swords in their hands and had no intention of getting out of the way.

This is His Majesty's order. Without seeing everyone except Doctor Feng, they dare not disobey the orders of their master.

Su Jiuer's eyes narrowed, and she looked extremely impatient.

You should know that in addition to dealing with some local material planning these days, she also has to study pharmaceuticals day and night for Yan Yunxiao's illness.

These days she will come to give Yan Yunxiao new medicines or some homemade hot drinks for sweating almost every day. Only she herself knows how tired she is these days.

In this extremely tired mental state, it was really difficult for her to show off her good face to face everyone.

Seeing that the two of them were still blocking her like a wall, she slowly stepped forward, her eyes gloomy and angry Yan Yunxiao.

It is said that if two people are together for a long time, they will have a shadow of each other. This is true.

Doctor Feng waved his sleeves and sighed, and said anxiously to the two servants behind him, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you go and hold Empress Su!"

The two servants immediately came to their senses and reacted a little uncomfortable.

Holding Concubine Su? I'm afraid it's not good to have a difference between men and women?

"You won't go!"

Seeing that Concubine Su was about to rush in, Doctor Feng shouted again.

The two servants immediately didn't care about it, and rushed up and grabbed one of her arms, took her back, and said, "Empress Su, you can go back first! Your Majesty's situation is real

It's not convenient to meet people!"

Su Jiuer didn't know where the energy came from, so she threw away the two of them and scolded coldly, "Don't be rude! Who dares to touch me!"

The voice was so stern and cold that the two of them dared not come forward again, so they had to look back at Doctor Feng for help.

After hearing this movement, the atmosphere outside the yard seemed to have reached its peak. If we continue to fight, we will be hurt.

Yan Yunxiao sighed helplessly, and there was no way to deal with Su Jiuer.

"Let her come in."

A low and weak voice came from the house lightly. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear when it suddenly became quiet.

When everyone heard the sound, they looked at each other, as if asking each other: Is this your Majesty's voice? He is so weak?

Then everyone turned their eyes to the fierce Empress Su in front of them, slowly moved away from her steps, and gave her a way out.

After hearing the sound, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, a little unbelievable. Is this Yan Yunxiao's voice?

But the low tone with a little bit of moistness is easy to identify, and this is undoubtedly Yan Yunxiao's voice.

Her eyes slowly moved to the yard, her chest was rising and falling, and she could see that her breathing was so rapid at the moment.

The robe was shaking, and Su Jiuer had already run in quickly. The two guards followed closely behind. Her light-colored cloak was swaying with her steps, as if her heart was half-disturbed.

When she arrived at the door of the room, she suddenly stopped and calmed down for a while.

The so-called feeling of being close to home is even more timid, and Su Jiuer has truly experienced it.

The door of the room was pushed open with a "ya" sound, there was no burning charcoal in the room, and there was almost no difference between the temperature inside and outside, and it was as cold as it was.

Her eyes fell on the light green curtain inside the room, and slowly walked over. Just as she was about to reach Yan Yunxiao's bed, a dark hand suddenly brushed the curtain from inside.

When Su Jiuer saw this hand, her eyes stopped on it in confusion. Not only was the dark color, but she even had some small blue-gray spots all over it.

Without the cover of the curtain, what caught my eye the next moment was Su Jiuer's vision of thinking about replenishing the handsome face of Yan Yunxiao, who was seriously ill countless times.

Yan Yunxiao's pupils reflected Su Jiuer's appearance. Her brows almost instantly sank, her brows frowned, and her eyes were shocked and there was a little disbelief.

She shook her head gently, as if she wanted to deny what she saw, but she had no evidence to overturn all this.

Yan Yunxiao's face was dim and he no longer had the aura of high spirits when he came. His forehead was also a little blue, and there was an indelible morbidity lingering between his eyebrows, and his face also lost a lot of weight.

But she saw Yan Yunxiao's eyes flashing slightly, and the shining feeling was incompatible with his current appearance.

She frowned and then looked at it carefully.

Yan Yunxiao's eyes did not have the true spirit, and he was clearly confused and his eyes were dim.

Is it an illusion?

In addition to doubt, there was more surprise and disbelief in her eyes.

How could Yan Yunxiao become so sick?

She had analyzed the symptoms she saw in her mind as fast as possible. If it was a plague, it was not like it. If it was not a plague, it had some similar symptoms.

Could it be that the plague has changed again?

She thought quickly in her mind, staring at the weak man leaning on the bed in front of her, without even realizing that her hands had begun to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

I have seen Yan Yunxiao now, but she doesn't know what she is going to say.

Especially Yan Yunxiao was so energetic that he looked at her with a pair of dim eyes, as if asking: Don’t you have to see me? Now that you see me, what can you do?

She suppressed the emotions that surged from her heart and buried her head in a newly cut gray cloth bag to search for something. Then Yan Yunxiao saw her tremblingly pull out a blank booklet and a small charcoal pen, and then prepared to

Record something.

All the greetings came to the mouth and turned into a trembling sentence, "Do you have any other discomfort today?"

She just wanted to record Yan Yunxiao's illness in detail, and then go back and study it.

She was really not mentally prepared to accept that Yan Yunxiao was infected with the plague and saw that he had deteriorated to this point.

Yan Yunxiao heard her voice and felt a little tingling in his heart. His other hand gently rubbed the mattress under the quilt, falling into a sense of powerless annoyance.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he moved his eyes away from Su Jiuer's eyes, unable to bear to look at her eyes.

But he was extremely docile.

Although his face did not have the appearance and complexion he looked a few days ago, his face was still delicate and handsome. He leaned lazily on the pillow, and he would answer whatever Su Jiuer asked.

This made Su Jiuer feel even more confident.

His dodging eyes and calm words seemed to be accepting the final result of the disease.
Chapter completed!