"How is it? Will you be even more stupid!" Luo Ling stood aside and looked at Zhang Shaoliang who was lying unconscious with a nervous look on his face. Yu Wen Haoyu touched his nose embarrassedly and said, "
Probably not. I only saw some skin injuries, so it shouldn't be a big deal."
"It's all bleeding, why don't you worry? It's still hitting your head. Why haven't the imperial doctor come yet!"
Luo Ling stood up and looked at the door anxiously, then returned to the bed, took out a handkerchief, and reached out to help Zhang Shaoliang wipe the blood stains on the back of his head.
"The Imperial Doctor is here." Black Panther walked in, Luo quickly got up and gave up his seat so that the Imperial Doctor could treat Zhang Shaoliang. Yuwen Haoyu couldn't help but step forward, and reached out to put his hand on her shoulder and comforted him, "Ling'er, don't be too much
I was worried that Zhang Shaoliang is a martial arts practitioner, so it’s really nothing to knock him down.”
Originally, Yuwen Haoyu wanted Luo Ling not to take it too seriously, but it caused Luo Ling to glare: "I was asked to coax him to sleep. If you really don't want to, you don't have to force me. Now it's good, but
He was injured and injured again. If something went wrong again, I would never end up with you!"
Looking at Luo Ling's unyielding appearance, Yuwen Haoyu knew that he was in a disadvantage, so he stopped defending anything. He just stepped forward to ask the imperial physician: "How is his injury?"
"Back to the emperor, the place where this young master hit was in the middle of the brain. This nerve was damaged. I'm afraid my brain was not working well in the future. Moreover, the young master's brain had been impacted by internal force before. In this case, I'm afraid that
It's a little worse than injury..."
Hearing this, Luo Ling was stunned and murmured: "Yu, what should I do? Is Zhang Shaoliang going to be a cunt this time?"
"Uh, no, no, no, he is not so unlucky, believe me." Yuwen Haoyu comforted Luo Ling and asked the imperial physician: "Does there be a way to cure?"
The imperial physician sighed softly, but with a "thump", he knelt in front of Yuwen Haoyu and said, "Please forgive me for not being good at medical skills. I am old. This injury has been injured by internal force before. I am really powerless...
”
Hearing that the most qualified imperial physician in the palace said this, even Yuwen Haoyu's heart was cold. Looking at Zhang Shaoliang who was lying on the bed unconscious, the guilt in his heart was even more serious.
I think this is indeed his fault. First of all, I am sorry for Luo Ling. He said that he should be able to sleep well, but the result was that he was even more injured. Secondly, his teacher, Cao Shichen, he had been thinking about finding him.
At a suitable time, I told Cao Shichen about Zhang Shaoliang's affairs, but I was always annoyed by the affairs in the court. Now, even if I say it, it will only bring pain and blows to Cao Shichen. There is nothing else. It is better to do so.
Don't say it.
Luo Ling frowned. After being excited, she realized that she was helpless and just said to the imperial physician: "Forget it, you can help him take a look at the external injuries first."
The imperial physician stood up and nodded, but saw that Luo Ling's face was not right. After bandaging Zhang Shaoliang's wound, he said to Luo Ling, "I saw that the lady's face seemed particularly haggard. I wonder if the lady allowed me to ask for it.
Ask about the pulse.”
When Yuwen Haoyu heard this, he didn't pay attention. Now he saw that Luo Ling's face was particularly pale, so he quickly helped her sit down and asked the imperial doctor to ask her pulse.