About to Miscarry?

Relying on his sensitive sense of smell, Yi Qing could already smell the scent of a conspiracy.

"Besides, there are so many imperial physicians in the palace, there is no lack of the Gynecologic Sacred Hand. Why would a barefoot doctor like me create trouble for me?" Yi Qing touched his forehead, "My head hurts. I really can't move."

With her shamelessness, Xiao Chen had no way of dealing with her.

"I know what you're worried about. I'll go to the palace with you and stay with you. Even if there really is a conspiracy, I'll vent it out for you on the spot, how about it? "

Yi Qing rolled his eyes and suddenly got up, pointing at Xiao Bao, he said: "This is what you said!"

Xiao Hui was so angry that he started laughing. He reached out his hand to pull him back: "I said it."

"Then I'll reluctantly agree." Yi Qing tidied up his hair and clothes, "Let's go."