Shen Zhiyi, a master of modern medicine, was exposed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he was put into a sedan chair, and his destination was Anguo Gongfu. Her newlywed husband is Xie Wuwang, the sick prince who is famous in the whole capital - he gasps after taking three steps, chokes five times when drinking water, falls over when the wind blows, like a porcelain doll that breaks at the touch of a touch. On the wedding night, with the red candles shining brightly, the porcelain doll made a "crack" sound, coughed up blood in front of her, and was about to die. Shen Zhiyi: ... Pupil earthquake. Jpg Out of a doctor's instinct, she quickly took out the life-saving pills she had packed at the bottom of the box and saved his life. From then on, her life script completely went off the rails. The sickly man whom I promised to be with becomes a clingy man that I can't get rid of. "Madam, my heart hurts, and I need a kiss to heal it." "Madam, I feel dizzy, and I need a hug to get up." "Madam, my life-sustaining medicine... Is gone again." As he said this, he stared at her lips meaningfully with his twinkling peach blossom eyes. Shen Zhiyi held the silver needle in his hand and said with an expressionless face: "Xie Wuwang, can you try pretending again? Believe it or not, I will let you taste what real hemiplegia means?" What she didn't know was that while she was concentrating on "healing" her husband, the situation in the court was changing. The political opponents who once framed her Shen family fell one after another. Everyone said that An Guogong's strength was exhausted. Only Shen Zhiyi looked at the "weak and unable to take care of himself" man next to him and fell into deep thought. So, did she marry a patient or an ancestor?
