The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 969: The Legend of Qin Zhou 15

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, it's just because the soup is for His Majesty's phoenix body. Fan Zhuangshi's body has just been seriously injured, and he fainted because of the lack of supplementation for a while, and he will wake up soon. Fan Zhuangshi can get better after drinking the decoction of vice-purging fire." Lin Yuyi said in a loud voice.

Qin Zhou waved his hand and asked the imperial physicians to go down to prepare medicine and strode into the back room.

Murong Jin was sitting aside, watching the palace servants help Fan Qingyi to cool down. Seeing Qin Zhou approaching, Murong Jin hurriedly jumped out of the chair: "Aniang, is my benefactor uncle all right?"

"It's okay, you go down to take a bath first." Qin Zhou patted Murong Jin's little head and asked someone to take him to take a bath.

The palace servants kneeling beside the bed saw Qin Zhou approaching and hurriedly saluted: "Your Majesty."

Qin Zhou glanced at the man on the bed, inexplicably a little guilty.

She didn't do it on purpose, but just when she was going to find him, the imperial physicians sent this bowl of medicinal soup...

"Go down."

The blood on Fan Qingyi's body has been cleaned up, but his face is still an unusual red.

At this time, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, and he looked more pleasing than when he blocked people's words.

Qin Zhou took the wet handkerchief from the palace servant, put it on Fan Qingyi's forehead, and reached out to check his temperature.

It turned out that Fan Qingyi's body temperature not only did not drop, but his face became more and more red.

Withdrawing his hand, Qin Zhou turned around to hide the strangeness on his face, and his voice was a little cold: "Fan Zhuangshi."

"Well, Your Majesty." Fan Qingyi knew that she couldn't pretend to sleep any longer, so she opened her eyes after answering the sound.

He woke up when Qin Zhou entered the house. He thought that Qin Zhou would go back after his instructions, but he didn't expect Qin Zhou to come over and help him with cold compresses.

What about the cold-blooded and ruthless empress!

Isn't this character set wrong!

"It's good to wake up. I still have official business, so I'll leave first. Fan Zhuangshi can tell the palace people to do anything, and he can go back to the yard when he is better." After a quick sentence, he left with someone.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty."

Fan Qingyi touched the place where Qin Zhou's hand had just touched, and something seemed to be sprouting in his heart.

"The master's health factor is 86%, the body temperature is abnormal, the heartbeat is abnormal, and the state is abnormal. Would you like to open the love book?" Huanbao's Ruannuo voice suddenly appeared in the huge room, disturbing Fan Qingyi thoughts.

Fan Qingyi withdrew his hand, stared at the ring with a cold gaze, and complained, "It's just you."

Huanbao jumped out and said cutely, "Huanhuan is responsible for taking care of the master's health."

Nine times out of ten, this command was set by my own mother, and Fan Qingyi didn't get angry with a ring: "Books analyze the situation."

Fan Qingyi's biological mother is one of the scientists responsible for the development of the ring.

In order to satisfy my desire to hug my grandson earlier, I added some incredible functions to Fan Qingyi's ring. This so-called love book is one of them.

Fortunately, this function will only trigger when he is alone, otherwise it would be embarrassing.

Huanbao cleverly showed the analysis situation: "After the analysis of the book, a total of 108 pieces of useful information have been sorted out, including 78 pieces of bed skills, 23 pieces of love, 3 pieces of food, 3 pieces of customs, and other useful information. 1, please refer to the owner."

Fan Qingyi opened one of them, glanced at it, his face gradually became stiff, and quickly closed and opened the other pages. Until he found that these were really useless, he clicked on the only remaining useful information.