The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Everything happened off guard. The guards just wanted to step forward, Yun Ci suddenly increased the strength in his hands, only to hear a click from Ye Jiao's neck, Yun Ci turned his head, staring at the guards coldly, and said in an unusually calm manner: "Dare to come here. , I strangled her to death."

The guards stopped their steps immediately and didn't know what to do for a while.

Ye Jiao only felt like she had been nailed to the wall firmly, she couldn't breathe instantly, her face flushed red.

She obviously was subdued before she could do anything.

The speed of this woman is so agile!

Yun Ci gave Yejiao a contemptuous smile: "Do you think you will be my opponent?"

Her sharp eyes, like a knife blade, plucked Ye Jiao's neck, making people shudder.

"Sorry, I'm not in good health. If you change to the old one, a neck as thin as yours, I will break it when I twist it."

Ye Jiao's facial features were twisted together in pain, even if she pretended to be calm, there was still a hint of panic flashing through her eyes.

This is the second time she has been choked by this woman.

"Get off, don't bother me anymore." Yunci almost held Ye Jiao in his hand, like throwing garbage, easily throwing it out of the door.

Ye Jiao was thrown out of the door like this, and she fell heavily to the ground and slid out for several meters until her back hit the railing.

With a bang, the door was slammed heavily.

Several guards rushed forward and helped Ye Jiao on the ground.

"Sister Jiao, are you okay?"

Being thrown out like this, Ye Jiao only felt that her face was lost, and angrily pushed the guards away, endured the severe pain, got up from the ground, and limped away angrily.

Back to the gate of life and death, the doctors had just come out of the ward, not knowing what they were talking about.

Ye Jiao clutched her arm, walked into the ward, and asked the nurse inside: "How is the situation?"

The nurse replied: "Still refused to take the medicine. There is no way. We can only mash the medicine, mix it with water, and forcibly pour it down. I hope that King Mu will not blame us when he wakes up."

Ye Jiao sat down by the hospital bed and reached out to probe Mu Chenbi's forehead. It was still very hot. His lips closed together, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, still murmured the name in his mouth.

"Still calling?" The nurse leaned over and said, "I haven't stopped. If only that person could come and see King Mu."

Ye Jiao threw a cold eye at the nurse: "You can go out, I just stay and take care of it."

The nurse said nothing, turned around and left the ward.

As night fell, a bright moon rose, and moonlight came in from outside the window.

The nurse walked into the ward with the medicine, smashed the pills, and melted them into the water.

Ye Jiao took the potion: "I'll do it."

The nurse walked to the other side and helped lift Mu Chenbi's head. Ye Jiao squeezed Mu Chenbi's mouth with one hand while pouring water into his mouth.

While pouring, the potion dripped down the corners of the lips, and in the end, it only barely poured in.

Because the amount of filling is too small, it is necessary to fill it almost every two hours.

Throughout the night, the nurses were busy working in and out, and Ye Jiao barely slept until the next morning, Mu Chenbi's high fever finally subsided.

The doctors came to the ward to check Mu Chenbi's condition, and his solemn expression also eased.

"The fever has gone, and the infected wound is healing. You don't need to take medicine anymore, just infusion first."