On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 79 Taking blood again
Ye Zhiyu's slip of the tongue attracted Feng Wuming's attention. He took a few more glances at the concoction and realized something was wrong.

"Did the miracle doctor change the prescription for today's medicine?" Feng Wuming took the medicine bowl and did not drink it. Instead, he put it on the table.

Ye Zhiyu's eyes jumped, and he explained fluently, "Yes, there are a few new doses of medicine. Otherwise, why didn't I send the medicine boy to bring it myself?"

There is nothing wrong with this. Ye Zhiyu has excellent medical skills, so naturally he doesn't have to spend most of his time in front of the medicine stove and suffer from the smoke and fire.

Feng Wuming glanced at her and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.

"How does the prince feel?" Ye Zhiyu carefully observed Feng Wuming's expression.

Feng Wuming frowned slightly, "No matter how effective the miracle doctor's medicine is, there is no reason why it will take effect as soon as it is taken into the abdomen."

"What the prince said is," Ye Zhiyu lowered his eyes obediently, "I was too concerned about the prince's condition and became anxious for a moment."

"It's just that the prescription has just been changed, so we still need to observe the prince's reaction so that we can continue to adjust it. Is it convenient for the prince tonight?"

"Tonight?" Feng Wuming asked in disbelief.

Seeing Feng Wuming's thick eyebrows furrowed, it was obvious that he was thinking wrongly. Ye Zhiyu felt disgusted in his heart and quickly explained, "Yes, I need to stay under observation for an hour. If the prince is fine, then I can give him a new recipe in the future." The medicine is prescribed."

Feng Wuming paused for a moment. Seeing Ye Zhiyu's sincere face, he didn't feel like saying anything more. He just nodded and agreed, then continued back to the desk to handle official business.

Ye Zhiyu thought that there was still an hour and he would not be wronged, so he quietly slipped from the armchair to the imperial concubine's couch, lay down and waited for the medicine to take effect.

After dealing with a stack of papers, Feng Wuming glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Ye Zhiyu sleeping crookedly on the imperial concubine's couch, inevitably getting a little angry.

Is this woman here to seduce him, or does she really not take him seriously?

Ye Zhiyu didn't know that his poor sleeping state would make Prince Feng Wuming think so much. He only woke up from his dream when he vaguely felt that the bed board under his body was so hard.

When he looked up, he saw that Feng Wuming had also fallen asleep on the folded pillow.

Ye Zhiyu was surprised. She only knew that yawning was contagious, but she didn't know that sleeping could also be contagious.

However, it was rare to see Feng Wuming looking so defenseless. Ye Zhiyu was overjoyed and couldn't live up to this god-given opportunity if he didn't take advantage of this opportunity to do something.

She reached out and took it out in her arms. It was very good. As expected, she carried the blood-drawing tool with her. If she didn't take it now, how could she get it again?
After squeezing Feng Wuming hard, Ye Zhiyu stuffed the gag and was about to run away when he heard a deep voice behind him.

"Wang Xiao'e, what are you doing?"

Ye Zhiyu turned half of his body stiffly, "My lord, are you awake?"

"No need to talk nonsense, tell the truth." Although Feng Wuming's voice was a little hoarse because he had just woken up, it sounded more dignified and calm.

Ye Zhiyu was rolling his eyes quickly, thinking about ways to deal with it, when he suddenly felt a pain in his arm. The next second, the vial he held in his hand was in Feng Wuming's hand.

Feng Wuming looked at the bottle and smiled, "Crystal bottle, you really made a lot of money from me with such a hand."

"No, no," Ye Zhiyu smiled apologetically, "blood-earned money, hard-earned money."

"Hard-earned money?" Feng Wuming thought thoughtfully, "Does the miracle doctor really want to use his own blood to save this king?"

Seeing Feng Wuming's eyes going back and forth between him and holding the bottle, Ye Zhiyu knew that he had misunderstood again.However, this misunderstanding solved her current urgent need. After all, taking her own blood was much easier to explain than taking his Feng Wuming's blood.

Ye Zhiyu followed Feng Wuming's words and put on a smile, "This new medicine uses human blood as the drug. I am worried about it, so I will wait and observe by the prince's side."

Feng Wuming looked unkind, "Who allowed you to use human blood as medicine? It doesn't matter if you don't use such a new medicine."

Before Ye Zhiyu could be moved, he saw the man in front of him frowning, eager to distance himself from him.

"Wang Xiao'e, I asked you to come here just to cure my illness. Even if you have saved me several times before, it is the right thing to do. You don't have to do this."

"Whether you want to repay him or want to do something with this, you'd better not let me find out what other thoughts you have. Do you understand?"

Of course I understand, I shouldn't have tied your blood vessels just now, I should have directly tied the aorta.

Ye Zhiyu didn't know why Feng Wuming always thought that she had evil intentions towards him. Wasn't she just a little more proactive in physical contact when she was alone with him? Why was Feng Wuming even more reluctant to let go than she was?

After making a few more notes to Feng Wuming in his mind, Ye Zhiyu showed another wave of loyalty, and then managed to get through.

"It's getting late. It's better to invite the miracle doctor back." Feng Wuming obviously didn't trust her completely yet and started to chase people away.

"I've had a good rest these past few days. The person who is proficient in witchcraft and Gu has been found from Yunnan and Guizhou is already on the way. If nothing unexpected happens, he will arrive in a few days. Then the miracle doctor will have to spend more time."

Ye Zhiyu was a little surprised by the efficiency of Feng Wuming's men, but then he thought about it, if he didn't have this ability, how could he compete in the world, so he bowed his head and left after saying yes.

Back in the room, Ye Zhiyu pinched the bottle full of blood, smiled proudly, and brought Xiao Feng Tuan in his arms, hoping to use Feng Wuming's blood to relieve her fever.

Ye Zhiyu just checked his daughter's pulse as usual, and most of Ye Zhiyu's joy at succeeding had dissipated.

Although Ye Zhiyu knew that the medicine made from blood could not cure Xiaofengtuan's disease, she expected that it would have some effect.

But judging from Xiaofengtuan's current situation, this medicine is really just a relief and has no real effect at all.

But as Xiao Fengtuan gets older, when the fever breaks out, the symptoms will probably become more severe.

When the time comes, I'm afraid the small bottle of blood in her hand won't be able to relieve the pain.

Ye Zhiyu gritted his teeth and activated his consciousness, trying to find a prescription that might be effective for Xiao Fengtuan from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

She has been practicing medicine with her master since she was a child, and she has seen millions of strange prescriptions. It would be a fantasy to recall them all after a few years.

But for the sake of her daughter, Ye Zhiyu had to do this. As long as there was a chance of treating Xiao Fengtuan in a prescription, she would not give up.

Mental power is no longer enough to support Ye Zhiyu's stimulation of the sea of ​​consciousness, so he can only use his spiritual power to top it up. Ye Zhiyu feels the spiritual power pouring out like a floodgate opening, but he still closes his eyes and says nothing, trying to remember.

Finally, before she fainted from exhaustion, she finally dug out an ancient prescription from the corner of her memory.

It's just that the ancient prescription was passed down from unknown time and place, and most of the medicinal materials recorded on it had been extinct in Ye Zhiyu's original era. Because they could not be reproduced, Ye Zhiyu just read it and threw it away.

But if it were now... Ye Zhiyu couldn't hide his excitement. At this time, there might be ways to obtain some medicinal materials!
(End of this chapter)