I counted the sound of raindrops under my hijab, and for the 108th time I regretted not prescribing two more doses of Coptis chinensis to the medical patient.
"The bride steps over the brazier——"
The red silk was suddenly pulled taut, and I staggered over the charcoal basin. The splash from my embroidered shoes wet my sister's "carefully prepared" wedding dress. The remaining memory of this body tells me that it was Ye Ruliu who was supposed to marry into Prince Qin's palace.
"General Zuo's mansion has such a big air." Xi Niang pinched my wrist angrily, "Although His Highness the Fifth Prince is unconscious, he is also the Prince of Qin who has been personally named by the Emperor."
A sneer curled up at the corner of the mouth under the hijab. Half a year ago, I was the youngest attending physician in a tertiary hospital. Now I have to thank this medical accident - at least there were no doctor-patient disputes in ancient times.
The smell of medicine in the new house is more pungent than wedding candles. When the maids retreated, I pulled off my hijab and faced the guard who drew his sword and pointed it at my throat.
"The prince has been in coma for half a year, and the prince sent you a gift to celebrate?" When the sword was pressed against my neck, I saw the hand stretched out from the bed curtain - pale and slender, with a callus on the middle finger that had been used to write for a long time, but the tiger's mouth was covered with scars.
Occupational diseases strike instantly. This is not the hand of a chronically ill person at all, but rather... A deliberately disguised symptom of poisoning.
"Wait a minute." I held the blade of the sword, blood dripping from my fingers onto the quilt, "What if I can make His Highness open his eyes within three days?"
Bed curtains are windless and automatic. Later Xiao Jin admitted that at that moment he almost couldn't pretend anymore...
