Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

It turns out that his pulse was originally a dead pulse.

She had never seen such a pulse before. The pulse beats several times slower than that of an ordinary person, and the dry veins are like a waterless desert, devoid of life.

Waves of unknown cold air enveloped the dry veins, making the situation even worse. His body, which was as cold as ice, must have been due to the cold air in his body.

What was even worse was that the blood in this dead vein was flowing at an incredibly fast speed, constantly colliding with his lungs, which were already losing their function.

The meridians were dry, surrounded by cold air, the blood flow was rapid, and the lungs gradually lost their functions. Two words gradually emerged in Yang Susu's mind - cold - poison.

The most bizarre poison in the world.

She had once accidentally read a book on poisons in the Sanshengshi Medical Pavilion, which specifically introduced the cold poison. The symptoms Jun Yichen showed were exactly the same as those of the cold poison.

Moreover, he was extremely afraid of cold. If the cold air in his body was allowed to spread along his dry tendons and veins to his lungs, he would die of the poison.

And every cold night when the moon is full, the cold poison will definitely attack.

The meridians of the whole body twitched, the blood flowed backwards, and the cold air spread, just like hundreds of ants gnawing at the food and thousands of arrows piercing the heart.

This poison, the book once said, has no antidote.

What Yang Susu was puzzled about was that the cold poison was extremely fierce. Logically, Jun Yichen should have been reduced to a pile of bones, but why did the domineering cold air only penetrate his meridians, blood, and bone marrow, but not his heart?

What is that dark energy in his heart?

The black air seemed to be imprisoned in the heart meridian. Although it was only a little, it prevented the cold air from invading.

Jun Yichen saw Yang Susu staring blankly at his pulse, her mind wandering, and she remained silent for a long time.

He coughed a few times, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Whether it is incurable or not, it doesn't matter, just help me cure my mother."

Yang Susu took her hand away from his cold pulse: "Does His Majesty Ming Wang care little about his own life and death?"

"I have been plagued by illness since I was born, and I have to take medicine all day long. Although the world is beautiful and there are many things and people that I care about, life and death are always determined by heaven. How can I control it? Since death is inevitable, why not just take it easy? Isn't it good?"

Yang Susu looked into his eyes that were always as bright as the sun and said firmly: "Your fate is determined by me, not by God."

Jun Yichen's face changed slightly, his heart trembled slightly, and his hands clenched unconsciously: "Do you know what disease this king has?"

Yang Susu was surprised: "Your Highness Ming Wang, don't you know what disease you have?"

"The Master of the Medical Immortal Valley and the other imperial physicians know nothing about this king's illness."

"Did the prince's illness come from his mother's womb?"

Jun Yichen shook his head: "I don't know."

He coughed a few times, leaned forward, and moved closer to her: "Do you know where this disease of mine came from?"

The handsome and gentle facial features suddenly magnified in Yang Susu's eyes. The pair of eyes that were usually as bright as the sun were now like a black hole in the sky full of stars, beautiful and extremely dangerous, as if they were going to suck her in. A scent of medicine accompanied by a cold fragrance wafted into her nose. Yang Susu's heartbeat accelerated unconsciously. She hurriedly stood up from the bedside: "Your Highness Ming Wang, there is no need to get excited. Just lean against me and talk."

A huge invisible pressure made Yang Susu, who stood up and wanted to walk away, sit back beside his bed for unknown reasons. He leaned back and his face returned to normal: "It's not tiring to sit and talk."