Miracle doctor cute baby: The black-bellied prince is not easy to mess with

Chapter 411

Wuming is also a person with a temper. He has been frightened enough today, and doing it again at this time is undoubtedly not challenging his limit.

First, Fengxing pulled him away on the same horse without saying a word, thinking that he had met a pervert.

Then I saw Qiyue's life passing away little by little due to blood loss.

After finally hanging Qiyue's life with 300ml of Fengqian's blood, Feng Ditian would throw him beside Qiyue like a chicken, and it was he who had just had a little inspiration for the barrel of toxin. This interruption directly died.

He pointed at the pale Qiyue and shouted at Feng Ditian: "Can't you see it? The person is lying here, as white as silk and satin. Anyone can see the obvious blood loss. I explain?"

After yelling at Wuming, he returned to the table, but he couldn't remember anything, he scratched his head, and angrily returned to Qiyue to feel her pulse.

But Feng Ditian pursed his lips tightly and slowly squatted down next to Qiyue, grabbing her hand that was as white as paper, his eyes red with distress.

At this moment, he really wanted to blame Qiyue, and wanted to yell at her: "Why did you do this to him? Their wedding will be in a few hours. Where did she put him? Why? "

But he is reluctant...

Seeing that Qiyue is like a porcelain doll at the moment, it might break if touched, his heart aches.

"When will she wake up?"

Wuming put down Qi Qi's wrist and looked at the sky outside, "It's okay to wake up. In her condition? She's too tired and unable to move. She can't recover in less than ten days and a half, and she needs five meals a day to replenish her blood." Medicinal diet plus intravenous injection of blood-enhancing and beauty-enhancing medicinal liquids, otherwise insufficient blood flow may lead to the root cause of the disease.”

Feng Ditian gently hugged Qiyue, and said to Wuming in a deep voice:
"Follow me."

Then he walked out of the gate, Yao Lao shouted at the two of them: "What should we do here?"

Feng Ditian stopped in his tracks, and stared at Yao Lao with piercing eyes.

When Yao Lao received his gaze, he stepped back a few steps in a 'deng, deng, deng'.

Feng Ditian saw that the old Yao closed his mouth sensibly, and then glanced at Feng Cheng who was lying on the pavement, his eyes stopped for two seconds with even more fear, turned and left.

Wuming gestured to Yao Lao, meaning: He is fine, put the container away, and he will come to him.

Then he quickly followed Feng Ditian.

The horse at the door saw the master coming out, and stepped forward to rub against Feng Ditian's body.

And a few steps away, Fengxing came to a comfortable carriage and parked beside the three of them.

"Grandpa said to use his carriage, which has been padded."

Fengdi held Qiyue in his arms, so he really couldn't ride a horse at the moment.

Climbing into the carriage, carefully put Qiyue on his lap.

Wuming also climbed up and sat opposite him, and Fengxing himself drove the carriage slowly on the wide road.

Inside the carriage, "Why does it have to be her blood?"

Wuming rubbed his nose. In fact, in this era, it is completely impossible to explain such a thing. Fortunately, Wuming learned five or six points from Qiyue. "In special circumstances, their blood is rare. Apart from genetics and brothers and sisters, it is difficult to find the same blood in the world."

"Unfortunately, Yue'er has this kind of blood. In other words, she has inherited [-]% of the blood of the Feng City Lord, and the Feng Clan, apart from the old Patriarch or the old lady and the sick Uncle Feng, there is no third person."

Feng Ditian remained silent and did not make a sound, but Feng Xing, who was driving the carriage, had doubts in his heart at the moment, Feng Yu and Aunt Yan were both direct blood of the Feng clan, why was it different from them?

(End of this chapter)