Descent of the Phoenix

No one dares to touch Xuanyuan Che who is about to explode at this time. No one dares to say a word.

"Hey." A sandalwood chair was smashed into pieces, and Xuanyuan’s cheeks were blue and green, and the murderous murder was almost empty.

"Looking for, looking for the widows of the Southern Song Dynasty..." The voice of anger circling in the temple, forcing people.

"Yes." Du Yi couldn't take care of him at this time, not the people of Xuanyuan, throwing a word and immediately shot it out like a fly.

The royal doctor in the palace can't cure it.

The military doctors they carried with them could not be cured.

Then he recruited the chief medical doctor from the palace of Tianchen, and ordered it in the folks of the Southern Song Dynasty. There must be a doctor who can be a doctor.

In a word, the face of Xuanyuan Che Tieqing turned his head and looked at the moon in the coma in bed, the look was immediately changed.

The anxious face is full of distress and anger, but more is nervous, unspeakable nervous expression.

Just two days before the moon in the eyes, there is no blood on his face. In this way, he vomiting blood, I am afraid... Xuanyuan Che clenched the cold hand of Haoyue.

On the side of the cloud called constantly moving around in the room, the face is the same as anxious, and worried, the brow is deep wrinkled together.

"Prince, the military doctor has arrived."

"Fast, hurry up." The silent cloud called a subordinate to report his military doctor, and immediately yelled out.

At the same moment, Xuanyuan Che heard and immediately opened half of the body, only to hold the posture of the hand of the moon.

Dead horse is a living horse doctor.

As long as the doctor is at this time, let alone the physical medic of Yun Zhao, there must be a good medical skill.

The old military doctors were tangled in the face, and in front of the bed in Haoyue, the sweat flowed down the cheeks from the top of his head, only a moment of sweat.