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 kicked 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's whole body was itching almost crazy. The first time he drank alcohol, he was just drunk and didn't have allergies. Why did he become allergic this time?
She was still conscious, but she couldn't stand the biting itch, which seemed to be coming from her blood. She accidentally searched in the medicine box, but 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 to the touch, 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 hurried over, 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 one 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. If he 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 looking at it. He prescribed a prescription and said, "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 what he has done to Master Cat.
This person who doesn't know how to drink alcohol cannot touch a drop of alcohol, even if he lives or dies.
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.