187 I’ve Never Seen a Less Serious Disease in My Life!
The onlookers chuckled in their hearts.
With Mo Beiyuan’s personality, how could he eat the pastry that had been deformed by the little packrat’s hand?
But the slap in the face came too quickly.
Everyone saw the Ghost King, who previously did not allow anyone to get close within three steps, lower his head and take a bite of the pastry handed to him by the child.
He did not look disgusted at all.
Looking at the little ball in his arms, everyone sighed again. How did the Ghost King father such a soft and obedient little ball?
This was simply against the laws of heaven!
Seeing that her little packrat had finally stopped eating the pastry, Yun Ran leaned back and called out to Mo Beiyuan, “Feed her some vegetables. Don’t give her too much meat. Just feed her a little less fish. It’s not easy to digest too much meat at night.”
There was no porridge or staple food at the palace banquet. There were only wine and dishes. It was different from the little packrat’s usual diet.
Yun Ran could only ask Mo Beiyuan to pick some food that the little packrat could eat and feed it to her.
Unexpectedly, when Mo Beiyuan lowered his head and used his chopsticks to pick fish bones for the little packrat, the little packrat played alone. Curious about the taste of the wine in the luminous glass, she reached out, grabbed it, and took a sip. She choked on the spicy wine and cried.
“Ahhh… Sweetcake’s tongue fell off…”
When Mo Beiyuan saw that she had thrown the wine glass on the table, he realized that the little packrat had drunk the strong wine when he was not paying attention. That was why she suddenly started crying.
His expression changed drastically. He stood up with the little packrat in his arms and was about to rush out.
“What’s wrong with Sweetcake?”
Yun Ran heard the little packrat’s cries and saw Mo Beiyuan suddenly stand up with the little packrat in his arms and rush out. She could not care less about the rules of the palace banquet and chased after him.
“Mo Beiyuan, what’s wrong with Sweetcake?”
Mo Beiyuan flew out of the hall and called Thunderbolt, who was guarding outside the hall, to invite the imperial doctor.
His words made Yun Ran panic even more.
“Is Sweetcake’s stomach hurting again?” That was not right! According to the previous time, it should still be every time the spiritual power in her body went out of control.
Mo Beiyuan replied with a dark expression, “She drank when I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Is there poison in the wine?” Otherwise, why would he call for an imperial doctor?
“It’s not poisonous!”
“It’s not poisonous, so it shouldn’t be a big deal.”
After figuring things out, Yun Ran did not know whether to laugh or cry.
“How much did she drink?”
“I’m not sure. I have to let the imperial doctor take a look. She’s crying very badly.” Mo Beiyuan frowned and looked nervously at the little packrat in his arms.
Yun Ran leaned closer and indeed could smell the alcohol on the girl. The little crybaby was clinging to her father’s neck and crying quite sadly.
“Boohoo… Mother… Sweetcake’s tongue fell off… it’s gone…”
With Yun Ran’s understanding of her little packrat, she should have only taken a sip.
“Mo Beiyuan, she should just be frightened.”
The little packrat had never tasted alcohol before. She was frightened and cried.
However, since the imperial doctor was here, he would just take a look!
Yun Ran was not sure if her little girl would be allergic to alcohol or something.
Thunderbolt quickly brought an old imperial doctor over. Yun Ran also went forward to explain the girl’s situation to the old imperial doctor.
Mo Beiyuan asked coldly, “Is her situation serious?”
The old imperial doctor replied,�� I’ve never seen a less serious condition in my life! No! What kind of illness is this?!