Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

The princess of South Vietnam cried out in pain. She was only scratched with shallow scars and applied medicine. How could it hurt so much.

She immediately shouted angrily and ordered the servant to invite the doctor.

She had a great temper, but now she is in pain and the whole person is furious.

The servant hurried to ask the doctor. The doctor came all night to check the wound and untied the wrapped white cloth. The princess of South Vietnam was in pain, sweating all over and her lips were pale.

The doctor looked at the eye wound. There was no necrosis. The medicine was also very good. It didn't look like something was wrong.

The princess of South Vietnam looked ferocious. If she had strength, she would have kicked it.

"Do you think I'm lying? My whole hand is in pain. How did you heal it!" she roared. Severe pain came from her hand, tormenting her mind. She wanted to cut off the hand.

"But..." the old doctor wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said, "but there's no problem with the wound. In this way, I'll write a prescription for pain relief and feel better after drinking medicine."

"Hurry up!" the princess of South Vietnam forced this sentence, and lay on her bed without any strength.

At night, the house where the princess of South Vietnam is located is brightly lit. People are trembling and afraid to sleep. They all stand outside the house to serve.

"Here comes the medicine, princess."

The maid came into the house with the medicine. The princess of South Vietnam couldn't wait to take the medicine bowl and swallow it. She coughed out again.

"You bitch, do you want to burn the princess!" the princess of South Vietnam was angry and threw the bowl over and hit her maid on the head. The maidservant immediately knelt down, "it's the maidservant's negligence. Please forgive the maidservant this time..."

The maidservant's forehead was hit with bruises and blood exuded.

The princess of Nanyue angrily wanted someone to kill the maid with a stick, but her hand was in serious pain. She took a breath of air-conditioning and had no time to investigate. She trembled and said, "don't hurry to bring the medicine!"

"Yes, yes." the maid did not dare to delay. She immediately brought a bowl of new medicine. This time, it was cold and the temperature was moderate before it was brought to the princess of South Vietnam.

"Princess, here comes the medicine..." the maid handed it over with trembling hands.

The princess of South Vietnam couldn't stand the pain. She took the medicine bowl and drank it all. Her mouth was full of bitter taste, which made her dizzy.

After drinking, it didn't work at all. My hand was still painful, like burning.

The princess of South Vietnam lost her temper irritably, "why is it still so painful!"

The servant girl whispered to comfort, "it will take some time to get the medicine, please ask your royal highness to bear it."

The princess of South Vietnam turned over and over in pain, and her whole body was soaked with a layer of fine cold sweat. She couldn't swallow it in pain. Damn it, I cut my hand at this time. It still hurts so much.

She wanted to break the teapot next to her, but she waved her hand to the table and was afraid that the fragment would hurt her other hand, so she took it back bitterly.

He tossed about like this for most of the day until early in the morning.

Everyone was relieved.

During the day, the princess of South Vietnam lay powerless on her bed and tossed all night without any strength. Now the pain in her hand seems to have disappeared. The maid changed the wound with new medicine.

Now when she remembered the pain, she couldn't help trembling and her back was cold.

It hurts so much

I hope it doesn't hurt anymore.

But it didn't last long. When the night fell and sporadic stone lamps were lit in the yard, bursts of pain hit. The South Vietnamese princess's hand began to hurt again, like countless insects gnawing, with a little itching in the pain.

"Ah... It hurts! It hurts! Where's the medicine? Bring it quickly!" she cried in pain, her face twisted.

The next people were surprised and hurriedly took painkillers.

The princess of South Vietnam drank the bitter medicine and felt numb and nausea in her mouth. However, I can't care so much at this time. If the pain continues, I will really die.

The pain felt today was even stronger than yesterday. She curled up and trembled all over.

Soup medicine has no effect.

She felt dying and wanted to cut off this hand.

"Go and call other doctors. Do you want to see me hurt to death?" she shouted angrily.

When people saw that the princess of South Vietnam was in such pain, they hurried to the largest medical museum and invited Dr. Cheng, the most famous and prestigious.

Dr. Cheng came to see the doctor and was invited to the residence of the princess of South Vietnam.

The princess of South Vietnam, her eyes red, sat on the red sandalwood chair, trembling all over.

Dr. Cheng heard that the princess of South Vietnam accidentally scratched her hand by porcelain chips. She had applied medicine and drank painkillers. How could it hurt so much? Is there something wrong with the wound?

Doctor Cheng went over and said, "princess, I need to open the white cloth to have a look at the wound."

The princess of South Vietnam nodded and agreed.

The wrapped white cloth is untied layer by layer to expose the wound. The wound is shallow, and there are signs of healing. There is no redness, swelling or ulcer. There is no problem with the wound. The pain of the hand is not like the problem of the wound.

Doctor Cheng frowned. "There's no problem with the wound. It can be cured in two or three days."

The princess of Nanyue clenched her teeth and trembled with pain, "then why does it hurt so much?"

"This..." Dr. Cheng didn't dare to conclude that it shouldn't hurt so much. He said for a long time: "if you apply the needle, it may relieve the pain."

The princess of Nanyue couldn't bear it for a moment and asked Dr. Cheng to give the needle quickly.

Doctor Cheng took out the medicine bag for the needle, twisted a slender silver needle, roasted it on the fire, and carefully stabbed it into the acupoint on the back of his hand. In this way, the back of his hand was full of silver needles.

The princess of South Vietnam trembled with pain, and the silver needle trembled slightly.

Doctor Cheng frowned and stared at the back of the patient's hand. After a while, he pulled out the silver needle.

"How is your royal highness?"

The princess of South Vietnam felt the pain was not relieved at all. After the injection, it was still painful. Now it was tingling with her fingertips. Touching something was like a needle.

"Pain, or pain, will you treat the disease? Waste!" the South Vietnamese Princess angrily scolded.

Dr. Cheng looked embarrassed. He was a prestigious doctor in the capital. Everyone was kind to him. No one dared to point at him and scold him.

Doctor Cheng was a little angry and said calmly, "I'm a shallow scholar. I really can't see what the princess is suffering from. Please ask the princess to find another expert." then he packed up the medicine box and left.

The princess of South Vietnam kicked over the chair in anger and spread her anger on the servants.

"What are you waiting for? Go get a doctor! Do you really want to see me hurt to death?"

"They are useless waste! You can't cure a little injury!"

The steward's mother came in and comforted, "princess, don't be impatient. It's better to ask someone to ask the imperial doctor in the palace. The doctors in the capital are not as academic as the imperial doctor. Maybe the imperial doctor can see the symptoms."

The princess of Nanyue thought for a moment, nodded and said, "then go to the palace and ask for instructions."

When the people in the palace heard that the princess of South Vietnam was ill, they immediately asked two imperial doctors to see her.

At this time, the princess of South Vietnam had been weak and wailed for a long time. Now she felt a faint pain not only in her hand, but even in her arm.

The imperial doctor in the palace treated the princess of South Vietnam. The wound was not wrapped with white cloth, but applied medicine.

The doctor frowned and looked at the wound carefully. Finally, he came to the same conclusion that there was no problem with the wound.

"When did the princess start to hurt?"

One side of the steward's mother replied, "it's from yesterday that the hurt hand began to hurt."

The imperial doctor stroked his beard and couldn't understand it. "It's strange. There's no problem with the wound. Why does it hurt? Have you used painkillers?"

"Yes, I used it yesterday and today." the steward's mother nodded. There is still a bitter taste of soup in the room. The princess of South Vietnam drank several bowls of painkillers, which are useless and still painful.

"Have you ever used needles? Stimulating acupoints with needles may relieve pain."

"Also used."

The doctor frowned. All the methods had been used. Even they had nothing to do. The pain of the princess of South Vietnam should not be caused by the wound, but hysteria.

Because I hurt my hand, I will subconsciously feel pain. As long as the wound is healed, hysteria will disappear naturally.

The imperial doctor has prescribed a prescription for peace of mind. As long as you are calm, hysteria can be alleviated.

Princess Nanyue's face was twisted and she wanted to scold angrily. Her hands really hurt like fire, but the imperial doctor said she was hysterical, which she imagined.

Quack! All quacks, waste!

After the doctor left, she angrily overturned the tables and chairs, "waste! All waste!"

The steward's mother hurried forward to stop, "princess, be careful to involve the wound, so the injury will be better..."

"Here comes the soup."

The princess of South Vietnam drank the medicine to calm down and calm her anger. But her hand was still painful, burning like a fire and pricking like a needle, which twisted her face.

It was not until the early morning that the pain dissipated.

The princess of South Vietnam looked like she was fished out of the water. Her back was full of cold sweat.

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palace.

Hearing this, the emperor raised his eyes, "is the princess of South Vietnam ill?"

Eunuch Ford replied: "I heard that he hurt his hand and the pain was unbearable. I invited two eunuchs to treat him yesterday."

"Well." the emperor nodded faintly without saying anything, "if the princess of South Vietnam asks the imperial doctor again, she doesn't have to ask for instructions from the palace. Let the imperial doctor go to see a doctor directly."

"I see," said Ford.

At this time, another eunuch said outside the Yangxin hall, "Your Majesty, Princess Zhao and Princess Zhuang asked to see you."

When the emperor heard this, he immediately guessed why they came. When the ministers of South Vietnam came to Beijing, they sent three princes to come. It is reasonable that they should be married and use harmony to stabilize the friendship between the two countries.

But now the candidate for marriage has not been determined. Princess Zhuang is worried about the eighth princess, and Princess Zhao is here to inquire about the news.

The emperor did not refuse to see them. "Let them in."

Ford immediately shouted, "see you."

Zhao Guifei and Zhuang Fei walked in and saluted, "I have seen the emperor."

"Get up." the emperor waved his hand.

Zhao Guifei and Zhuang Fei both had something in mind and wanted to speak, but they didn't know how to speak. They looked at each other and looked at each other's faces. Zhao Guifei smiled, "Princess Zhuang should say it first."

Princess Zhuang hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but take the lead in saying, "emperor, which Princess do you want to marry?"