Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 119 How Many Concubines Did You Have?

An hour later, Yu Wenhao glared at Yuan Qingling. She was sitting at the table. Her body was half-

exposed, and her hands were over her neck and collarbone, scratching.

Her face, collarbone, neck, and even her half-exposed chest were filled with rashes and scratch marks.

The dishes and forks were lying on the floor, broken and dirty. Nurse Xi and Lu Ya were already out of

the room.

Even Dooby escaped before the first bowl fell on the ground.

She just had one glass, and that happened. The wine wasn't even that strong!

Yu Wenhao rose slowly and retreated to the door. He wanted to flee the scene.

Yuan Qingling picked up her staff and slammed it heavily on the table, and shrieked, "Don't you dare!"

Yu Wenhao suddenly had an urge to kill her.

He hated being threatened.

Yuan Qingling's whole body was itching relentlessly. She was confused. This had never happened

before. It wasn't the first time she drank wine. Why would she be allergic this time?

She realized that she couldn't bear the biting itch, as if it was coming out of her skin from his blood.

She looked in the medicine box for a while, but couldn't find a single drug that could be used for

allergies.

She wanted to peel off her skin, and Yu Wenhao wanted to flee under this circumstance?

"My back is itchy, but I can't reach it!"Yuan Qingling beat the table with her legs and tried to reach her

back.

"Where the hell is the doctor?" Yu Wenhao growled. Yet he had no choice but rushed to her and help

her with the itch.

Her back was hot, and his hands were heating because of it. That was uncanny! That was way too hot!

Yu Wenhao felt like she could get on fire at any minute.

The doctor arrived. Yu Wenhao pulled up Yuan Qingling's clothes, covered her up, and yelled, "Can't

you knock?"

The doctor looked at the main gate and another small one lying on the floor with confusion. There was

no door for him to knock!

He didn't dare to look directly at Yu Wenhao's face thought. This was because the doctor had already

seen the scratch marks on his face. They looked like cat's whiskers.

"Hurry up! Check on her!" Yu Wenhao's patience was worn out. His face was the last thing he cared

about at the moment.

The doctor hurried over to Yuan Mingling, yet his diagnosis didn't take up much time. He wrote down a

prescription and explained, "Nothing serious. Just allergic to alcohol. I will prepare the drug

immediately."

Yu Wenhao took the prescription from the doctor's hand gritted, "I can help with that!"

The doctor sighed. What had happened to their wise prince?

Yuan Qingling's allergy faded in the middle of the night. Yu Wenhao was too tired to move, so he

crashed in the Phoenix Palace. The dining room was a mess. Yuan Qingling woke up, got out of bed

and gulped down a large glass of water, and felt like she escaped from death. She sat quietly in her

chair and began to recall what had happened earlier.

Every time she had an injury, she always felt her brain was more clear than ever and her senses were

also sharpened. She could hear the sounds coming from far away, and see the courtyard in the dark

without any difficulties like she had night vision.

She also seemed to hear the sound of her brain cells splitting and the neurons expanding.

She took out the medicine box, pressed the lock, and murmured," Streptomycin!"

The box opened slowly and she saw two shots of streptomycin injections. Yuan Qingling closed the

box. She discovered a pattern. Whenever she suffers, the box would improve. It seemed like it had

something to do with the change in her brain. That was excellent news. It gave her hope that she would

have full control over the box along with her brain development. She thought about using streptomycin

on Yu Wenhuai. Maybe for fifteen days, and she could take the next step according to this. Yuan

Qingling arranged the drugs in her box neatly. The hemorrhoid cream and keserol were still in it. Yuan

Qingling stuffed them in the bottom of the box because they weren't used that often.

When returned to the bedroom, Yuan Qingling saw Yu Wenhao was sleeping like a pig.

‘He didn't drink much. Why is he this drunk?' Yuan Qingling wondered. Looking at the scratch marks on

his face, Yuan Qingling felt guilty. She shouldn't have done that. ‘How will he go to work like this?' Yuan

Qingling wondered and she yawned. It had been a long day. She climbed over him to go to the other

side of the bed to sleep and her movement woke Yu Wenhao up.

Yu Wenhao was woken up from his sleep. He came to his sense and remembered what had happened

last night.

He asked curiously, "What are you doing? Why did you wake me up?"

Yuan Qingling yawned and said, "I couldn't sleep earlier. Now, I'm sleepy. OK, good night."

Yu Wenhao couldn't sleep after that! 'If I can't sleep, you can't either!' he thought.

"Yuan Qingling, my chest hurts."

Yuan Qingling sat up all of a sudden and noticed he was rubbing his chest in pain and looked pale. She

panicked and put her ear against his chest to hear the heartbeat.

"Why would it hurt all of a sudden?" she murmured. Yuan Qingling listened to his heartbeat for a while

and took out the stethoscope and pressed it against his chest to hear it clearly.

Yu Wenhao was frozen when he felt Yuan Qingling's face on his chest and his heart started to beat

fast.

"Does your left hand hurt? Do you have a Backache? What else do you feel other than the pain?" Yuan

Qing asked anxiously.

'She is worried about me,' Yu Wenhap thought and that stirred up some guilty feelings. But he couldn't

let her know he was faking it. He pressed his chest hard with his internal force and answered, "It just

hurts. You threw me a bowl last night. Maybe it hit right on the spot."

Yuan Qingling lifted his clothes after hearing his words and saw a bruise! It looked serious.

She knew when someone was drunk, she couldn't control her strength.

"I'm sorry," Yuan Qingling said with a guilty tone. She was looking down. Her long eyelashes were

covering up her beautiful eyes. Yu Wenhao's heart chirped from her reaction. "I'll let it pass this time.

But please don't ever try to train your drinking skills with me."

"I won't drink anymore." She nodded. She realized the ability to drink alcohol wasn't something that you

could improve overnight. She had a Ph.D. in practicing medicine, yet after she had arrived here, her

brain shut off!

"OK, you have to get some sleep. We are going to Yu Wenhuai's tomorrow," Yu Wenhao said. He

rarely said things like that and his words made Yuan Qingling's heart tingle.

Yuan Qingling laid down and said softly," I have a fifty percent chance of getting King Huai's sickness

out of him."

Yu Wenhao was shocked. "How do you know? You haven't checked him up yet?

"I know what's wrong with him, Wenhao told me," she explained.

"But didn't you say last night that you wouldn't know anything about it until you check it out yourself?"

Yuan Qingling yawned." Did I really say that?"

"Yeah, you did." He nodded with a stern face.

"I was wrong then."

Yu Wenhao didn't know how to respond to that."You can't say to anyone. Especially Liu Di," Yu

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He really couldn't praise her! She always had her way to ruin it!

"I certainly won't. Don't worry," Yuan Qingling replied.

"Good night," Yu Wenhao pulled up the comforter over them and said.

"You sleeping here?" Yuan Qingling's eyes deepened in the dim light.

"I don't want to move in the middle of the night," Yu Wenhao explained.

"Yeah, you're right," Yu Qingling replied. And after a few seconds, she couldn't help herself and ask,

"How many concubines did you have?"