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

Jun Zeyuan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Yang Susu walked quickly towards the door, and with a creak, the door opened.

The two entered the room and Wangyou quickly closed the door.

The room was still as warm as spring, but it smelled of medicine that was stronger than usual.

Yang Susu frowned.

Qingzhou stood aside, looking extremely haggard, with bloodshot eyes, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept for several nights.

Seeing Yang Susu push the door open, he immediately said excitedly: "Miss Yang San, you are finally awake."

Miss Yang San has woken up, and the prince is saved!

Yang Susu didn't bother to take off her black cloak and went straight to the bed.

The man on the bed, although he had his eyes closed, his facial features were still so handsome that they could captivate people.

His face was as white as a sheet of paper, and his eyelashes and lips were all covered with a layer of fine frost, making him look like a snowman.

He was covered with layers of thick quilts, but when Yang Susu touched his hand, it was still as cold as frost.

Her heart was in a knot.

She knew that people who were infected with cold poison were most afraid of cold.

But why did it become what it is now?

Obviously she was doing well before!

She quickly placed her hands on his acupuncture points and focused her attention.

The pulse beats several times slower than that of an ordinary person. The meridians that used to be dry are like a waterless desert, but now they seem to be cracking.

The white air that was originally wrapped around the meridians became thicker, and the black air in the heart was reduced to the size of a bean. The white cold air was extremely rampant, forcing it to a corner, and it seemed to be swallowing it up.

If the cold air swallows up this little bit of black air, then even the Great Luo Immortal will be unable to save it.

She slowly withdrew her hand, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her face looked normal, but her heart was already in turmoil.

"If it was just a cold, the cold poison wouldn't spread so quickly, but why did the prince's cold spread so quickly?"

Qingzhou's voice was a little hoarse: "Not only is the prince afraid of the cold, but if he forces his meridians to gather internal energy, he will fall into a coma and become even weaker. But this time he was in a coma for a longer time than before, and there was a fine frost on the prince's face."

Qingzhou looked at Yang Susu with his haggard and bloodshot eyes, clasped his hands and said, "Miss Yang San, the prince has used his inner strength to save you from danger twice. That time, he helped you remove more than a hundred poisonous needles from your meridians. This time..."

"Miss Yang San, you can definitely save the prince, right?"

"Yes!"

Yang Susu answered without hesitation: "I will cure him and never allow him to die!"

She raised her hand and took off her black cloak: "You two go prepare hot water. After I give the prince acupuncture, he needs a medicinal bath. If I don't call you, no one is allowed to come in."

Wangyou glanced at his young lady and the unconscious Ming Wang on the bed, nodded and said, "Yes, young lady."

"Miss Yang San, I'll leave the prince to you. Thank you very much!"

"it is good!"

Qingzhou and Wangyou left the room.

Yang Susu sat beside his bed, slowly reached out and held his frosty hand, and gently rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb.

Her beautiful eyes stayed on his face, she leaned forward slightly and buried her face beside his ear. In an instant, the unique medicinal fragrance from his body filled her nose.

She greedily took a deep breath and whispered softly in his ear: "My Lord, it will be a little painful next, you have to bear it, I'm by your side, it's okay."

She gently lifted the heavy blanket and slowly took off his thin undershirt.