The First-Class Medical Princess

Looking at Murong Yuan like a helpless child, trying to find a place to hide in the room, this tall figure, at this moment, looks almost humble.

Everyone said that His Royal Highness Prince Jing is a bloodthirsty and cruel god of war, but in Su Yunchu's view, he is just a normal man, a man who just told her that he would never let her go again, a man who was afraid in front of her She saw him as an unbearable ordinary man.

Murong Yuan couldn't find a place to hide from Su Yunchu, so he just wanted to go outside the door, and was about to go out staggeringly.

But Su Yunchu was faster than him, so he walked up quickly and hugged his waist from behind, "Huaiqing, I won't leave, and I'm not afraid either!" Her voice was already choked with sobs.

After all, the soft body blocked Murong Yuan from going out to escape, but the painful headaches hit him wave after wave. The veins on his forehead bulged and trembled. The terrifyingly blue eyes, the appearance at this time is indeed terrifying.

Su Yunchu wished he could empathize with his pain, but there was nothing he could do. The great pain had already caused Murong Yuan to break free from Su Yunchu's embrace, and he hugged his head in a frenzy to destroy things that could be destroyed in the room.

Su Yunchu looked at her heart into a ball, and saw that Murong Yuan was about to dirty herself, but she pulled out the hairpin on her head, pulled out the silver needle inside, and fell to the ground when Murong Yuan had a splitting headache. At that moment, it stabbed the faint point in his head.

Murong Yuan finally calmed down amidst the frenzy.

The few people outside, when Su Yun first entered, naturally heard the movements and voices inside, but they each had their own frowns, and only pursed their lips without saying a word.

At this moment, Yan Yishan and Murong Ze realized that it was quiet inside, and rushed in hastily.

As soon as they entered, they saw Su Yunchu who was sitting on the ground, holding Murong Yuan's head, with his back to them who were facing the door, and said calmly, "Put him on the bed."

But Murong Ze and Yan Yishan clearly felt that Su Yunchu, who was backlit, seemed to contain great sadness in his petite figure at this moment.

How could Su Yunchu not be sad, she saw with her own eyes that the man she loved was helpless in such pain, and told her clearly that she was powerless, seeing with her own eyes the proud man who should have always been proud, in the midst of this pain The embarrassment and embarrassment in the middle.

Yan Yishan and Murong Ze exchanged glances, stepped forward and put the unconscious Murong Yuan back on the messy bed.

Su Yunchu just stood up and walked to the bed.

At this time, Zhou Zong also rushed in to check Murong Yuan's pulse.

Su Yunchu just sat on the edge of Murong Yuan's bed, stroking the hair on the top of his head with one hand, and watched Zhou Zong feel his pulse.

After a long time, Zhou Zong let go of Murong Yuan's wrist, pondered for a while, but shook his head slightly, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Murong Ze and Yan Yishan, two quick-tempered people, couldn't bear to watch this scene at first, and asked in unison, "How is it?"

Zhou Zong shook his head, "The situation is getting worse."

The two frowned upon hearing this, but looked at Su Yunchu, "How is it?"

Su Yunchu's hand gently stroking Murong Yuan's head still kept the same frequency, "The toxin goes deep, if it continues, I'm afraid, five years will be gone, not only nothing, but even more need to endure the constant splitting headache suffering."

Zhou Zong is a doctor who has followed Murong Yuan for many years, and they don't need to doubt Su Yunchu's medical skills. Hearing what she said, several people fell silent. However, Zhou Zong looked at Su Yunchu a few more times, and with the voice he heard outside the house earlier, he silently approved Su Yunchu in his heart.