Chapter 894: I must make an egg

The emperor special purpose, can not cure the king, come to see, they can not wait to fly with wings, every second counts.
Unexpectedly, I encountered a noisy money blossoming, like a mad cow who took the wrong medicine, and circled it in place.
However, they did not dare to complain about anything, but they could only comfort themselves: "The girl of money please rest assured that Wei Chen immediately diagnosed him."
However, Qian Duoduo smashed twice and stopped the doctor.
"You don't wash your hands, don't disinfect them, don't bring germs. You give the fourteen treatments, is it a one-off, he has been poisoned, you can't infect any even the same bacteria." Ah, fourteen so fragile small bodies can't stand this kind of toss!"
Modern medical care is most concerned with health and safety. Don't heal the wounds and have a cross infection.
A few doctors are crying.
It’s their fragile old heart, and they can’t stand the pain of the flowers.
Then she was bombarded by her, and then Long Muzhen was going to die.
On the soft couch, Long Muzhen, Junyi's face has begun to whiten, and the lip color has become blue and purple.
But he smiled and listened to the money blossoming constantly.
This is also good, until the gas is deep into the internal organs, those doctors can go back to life.
You don't need to toss yourself.
Only by letting the Queen and the Great Emperor think that they and the third are poisoned, they will be even more unscrupulous.
Therefore, Long Muzhen did not interrupt the money to blossom a wonderful one-man show.
However, the small beggar next to it, but can not stand.
"Qian girl, now you are our main heart, the spiritual pillar of our grandfather, you can't mess, you must hold on."
Qian Duodu holds a pair of fists and cheers on himself: "Yes, I want to hold on, I want an egg!"
The next second, the eyes slammed, and began to circle in place, got the mad cow sickly squatting, the eyes full of stars.
The doctor sighed helplessly. It seems that the serious one is not only the king, but the money is not too light.
They walked to the soft couch and carefully examined the wound, which was the pulse and the medicine.
Everyone’s expression is a serious and tense.
The last older doctor, his look suddenly abrupt, and he squatted on the ground: "The king sins, according to the micro-community observation, the poison on your shoulders is the poison of Miaojiang traits, the toxicity is extremely powerful. It can be said that it is a death, if you are not a king, you may have a deep internal strength, maybe it will be long--"
The doctor said that the rumors, but the last thing to say, the people present are well aware.
Dozens of people have a nervous heartbeat, and evenly breathing sounds are clearly clear in a quiet, awkward atmosphere.
Is it true that their heroic Wu’s prince, such a young man died young, is really a talent!
A few small slaves, feeling tears, even the housekeeper took a few strokes.
Qian Duodu listened to the words of the doctor, but like a blue sky, she was stupid.
Staying for a long time, look down at the black blood on the shoulders of Long Muzhen.
I couldn’t control my emotions immediately, and my tears fell.
Long Muzhen is the most afraid of money and blossoming, pouring in his heart, like a thorny uncomfortable.
I almost rolled down from the bed and gave her a kneel down.
But now, in front of so many people, it is not easy to explain to her.