Male God Is Always Targeted - Chapter 50

[50. Chapter 50 Aiqing, this is what I built for you 2.4]

“It’s just that I don’t want the world to be in chaos again.” He

brushed off the hand holding his sleeve and left without any nostalgia.

After walking a distance, Luo Mio leaned against the big tree by the roadside, covered her lips with her hands, and bright red liquid flowed out from between her fair fingers.

“Cough…cough…”

Even though he had been practicing martial arts for half a month and was familiar with internal strength, it was his first actual combat after all.

Inexperienced and overrated.

Close your eyes and breathe in secretly.

Want to slow down.

However, it was of no use, and the pain in the chest became more and more severe.

The scene in front of him slowly became blurred, and he gritted his teeth tightly.

He can’t faint.

The dark guard is not around now, he fainted, and he didn’t dare to think about the result.

He still has a lot to do, so there can be no surprises.

A kind and majestic face appeared in his mind.

Father Emperor.

Luo Mio saw the man gently caressing his head.

But when he wanted to see a little more clearly, his eyelids became heavier.

Not even forcing yourself to wake up.

A second before he fainted, he seemed to see a pair of black boots embroidered with dragon patterns.

Murong Jiu hurriedly reached out to catch the fallen man, shaking his body.

He is also injured now, although he has just taken the antidote, his body is not recovering so quickly.

Originally, I just returned to the palace from this road, and I didn’t want to find out that he was injured.

Don’t care so much, pick up the person, and quickly walk to the carriage.

His voice was gloomy, “Quickly return to the palace and ask the imperial physician to wait.”

There are too many mysteries in him that have yet to be solved.

Fainted should have just shot to help.

No matter what, he will save him.

Suppressing the strange feeling in my heart, I found a conscious and reasonable reason for myself.

He gently wiped off the red from the corners of the lips of the person in his arms, and there was worry and distress that he hadn’t noticed himself.

The hunting ground is not too far from the palace, and it takes half an hour to arrive at the shortest route.

Murong Jiu hurried back to the bedroom with the person in her arms. On the way, someone wanted to take over, but they all subconsciously refused.

It wasn’t until he put the man on his bright yellow dragon bed that he breathed a sigh of relief.

“See Your Majesty, long live, long live…”

“Don’t hesitate, let me see him.” Before the

imperial doctor could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Murong Jiu irritably. He quickly got up from the ground and looked at the man on the dragon bed tremblingly. go.

Just as he was about to put his hand on the slender white wrist, he was caught.

“What are you doing?”

Murong Jiu frowned and looked at the imperial doctor coldly.

The imperial physician couldn’t help but wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied cautiously.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty, this minister, the minister is here, give this young master a pulse.”

Murong Jiu said with a cold face, “Diagnose the pulse of me.

” So white, what should I do if there is a mistake in the diagnosis of the pulse by the suspension wire?

“Your Majesty, this young gentleman doesn’t look at Qi color very well, and it may be wrong to diagnose the pulse by hanging wire…”

After deliberation, he still spoke under pressure.

As a doctor, you are responsible for your patients.

Murong Jiu’s expression was ugly, and his eyes seemed to have sparks twinkling.

But it didn’t happen.

Instead, he quickly tore off a piece of the mosquito net and carefully placed it on the exposed wrist of the person on the bed.

He also stretched out his hand and stroked it, as if he was afraid of injustice, which would affect the pulse diagnosis.

After confirming that he was OK, he said, “Let’s check.” The

imperial doctor: “?”

This series of actions directly confused him, and he didn’t find when he put his hand on it.

Under the courage of Murong Jiu, he immediately returned to his senses and checked it carefully.

As time passed, the doctor’s complexion gradually became solemn.

(End of this chapter)