Su Qingyu couldn't help shouting.
Tuberculosis was a terminal disease in ancient times. Although she did not dare to say that it could be cured, as long as she was given a set of silver needles, she could find a way to relieve the patient's pain.
Old man Xuanyuan looked at Su Qingyu several times and snorted softly: "I have never heard that the disaster star of Pingchang Hou Mansion also knows medical skills!"
Su Qingyu just wanted to save the person first and didn't want to argue: "Let me go, I can make him wake up!"
It’s a pity that there are no antibiotics in this era, otherwise even a radical cure would not be a problem!
Such thoughts flashed through her mind, and the independent medical laboratory space that belonged only to her in her previous life suddenly appeared in front of Su Qingyu's eyes!
Looking at the past, the medical laboratory has all the corresponding medical equipment and various medicinal materials on the market. Even several new drugs she took the lead in developing are still quietly placed on the shelves.
Su Qingyu pretended to hide her hands in her wide sleeves, but in fact she tentatively took down a bottle of antibiotics from the shelf in the space.
It wasn't until the feeling of holding the object in her hand was real that Su Qingyu looked at Lu Yuncheng on the bed in surprise.
There's help! This good-looking man can be saved!
"The prince is seriously ill, but the princess seems very happy?"
Qingfeng couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out his sword and placed it on Su Qingyu's neck.
Only then did Su Qingyu realize that her overly excited expression had misunderstood the entire room.
"I'm happy because I discovered that there is a cure for your prince's illness."
Qingfeng sneered: "You, the Marquis of Pingchang, are willing to exchange your daughter for marriage, and let you, a well-known disaster star, marry into our palace. You know what you are worried about! You still want to find an opportunity. Are you plotting to kill my master? Go ahead and dream!"
Old man Xuanyuan also nodded: "She is talking nonsense at such a young age, so lock her up quickly so as not to affect the prince's recovery."
When Qingfeng heard this, he immediately wanted to drag the person away, and Su Qingyu was extremely anxious.
"I know it's disgraceful that my father did such a thing, but he is him and I am me! What's more, your prince has only one breath left now. How could I rush to do it if I didn't have some confidence? A thankless job?”
Old man Xuanyuan was trembling with anger: "How dare you curse the prince! No one from the Pingchang Hou Mansion is a good person! Hurry up and shut her mouth and take her away!"
Qingfeng was also so angry that he didn't care about anything else. He raised his hand and grabbed Su Qingyu's arm and pulled her out: "Vicious woman! When the master recovers, I will definitely let him order you to be killed!"
Life was at stake, and Su Qingyu really had no choice but to watch the patient who was clearly able to live, but was delayed to death.
She looked back at the people in the room, mentally calculating the possibility of using force to restrain these people.
"Let her try."
Lu Yuncheng's brief awakening made everyone happy.
But after realizing what he said, everyone disagreed, especially Qingfeng.
"Master! Don't be fooled by her sweet words!"
Old man Xuanyuan also wanted to object, but after being glared at by his own prince, he suddenly became silent.
"Excuse me, Princess."
With Lu Yuncheng's order, the grabbed arm loosened instantly.
Su Qingyu threw away her arms and quickly came to the bed. With just one glance, she met the eyes of the man on the bed.
He seemed to have no strength, but he still tried his best to smile at her: "If it can't be cured, it doesn't matter. Don't be afraid."
This smile almost made Su Qingyu stunned. Looking at his expression, she almost froze.
Fortunately, she quickly calmed down and said, "Okay."
She reached out to touch the man's thin wrist and frowned after a while.
"I've been to many doctors but I can't find a cure for my disease. Even if you can't cure it..."
"The lesions are in the lungs, and the headache and coughing up blood are not serious. It's not too late for treatment now. But you have to be mentally prepared to treat this disease. Ten days and a half months are definitely not enough."
For a person with tuberculosis to last for such a long time shows that the doctors around him are all experts.
After hearing what Su Qingyu said, everyone believed that this ugly monster like Su Qingyu really knew how to heal.
"The doctors around you are already very capable, but due to some detailed reasons, it took a long time to recover."
Lu Yuncheng spoke very hard: "What about?"
"For example, you cannot gather so many people near your bed, and the doors and windows of the room cannot be closed tightly, which will affect the air circulation."
"For example, don't let others enter and leave your room at will, which will increase the risk of infection and the possibility of subsequent cross-infection. Even if you want to come in, you must cover your nose and pick your nose and take protective measures."
When old man Xuanyuan heard this, he got angry again. He pointed at Su Qingyu and wanted to curse: "You girl, you are so shameless at such a young age and have delayed the prince's condition. I don't care what you do..."
"If it delays the prince's condition, then let the guard just stab me to death with a knife. He has been wanting to do it for a long time anyway."
"If I want your prince to live well, please get out of my way."
Su Qingyu's attitude aroused a little bit of curiosity in Lu Yuncheng. The original intention of testing was now a little more curious.
For some reason, he actually wanted to take a gamble.
Taking this life that was about to be taken away by the Lord of Hell, he bet that the woman in front of him had the ability to save him.
"Just listen to the princess."
Although everyone was extremely reluctant, they still opened the doors and windows in the room.
Su Qingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Lu Yuncheng on the bed, and finally raised her lips: "You, the patient, are the most sober in the whole room."
Lu Yuncheng's smile was a little sad: "Today, my illness worsened, and they rushed in in a hurry. This is not the case usually."
While she was talking, Su Qingyu had already taken out the silver needle she had just prepared from the space from her cuffs, and untied Lu Yuncheng's shirt without changing her expression, revealing his rather slim but slightly thin figure. chest.
After she let out a breath of turbid air, she began to place needles, pouring all her energy into each silver needle.
Although there was no sound at all in the room, Su Qingyu could feel the strong murderous aura in their eyes.
She didn't understand.
The master lying on the bed looks like a good-natured man, but why are the people under his hands so vicious?
Not long after Su Qingyu gave the injection, Lu Yuncheng felt that the pressure and pain in his chest were significantly reduced.
He had never heard that the Marquis of Pingchang had a daughter with medical skills, and she was still the despised 'disaster' in front of him.
Disaster star cures diseases and saves people? This statement is really incredible.
But so far, she didn't lie.
After a while, Su Qingyu took back all the silver needles one by one and asked, "Do you feel better?"
Lu Yuncheng nodded: "Princess's wonderful hand, I feel much better, at least I don't want to cough so much."
Su Qingyu gathered up his shirt and covered him with the quilt, and took a few pills from the space through the cuffs.
"I can't call it a miracle, it just temporarily alleviates your symptoms. Take these medicines and have a good rest tonight. I will officially start treating you tomorrow."
It's not that it can't be treated now. With so many pairs of eyes staring at her, she really couldn't explain the medical equipment and medicines from another world.
"Thank you..."
"Your Majesty! No!"
