Concussion.

Song Ci is very familiar with this word, but fortunately she is able to speak clearly now, which means she has mild symptoms, so she can just keep it.

Listening to Song Ci's narrative, Lin Qing's face changed slightly. She grabbed Song Ci's hand and supported the pulse. The pulse was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, weak but not solid.

She was a little nervous.

Song Ci patted her hand and said slowly: "It's okay, I'm still fine now, it proves that there is no major problem. As for brain damage, it will disappear after taking care of it slowly. Even if you will be dizzy, nausea, and forget things during these days, you will be fine."

She also wanted to remind them not to tell Song Zhiyuan, the Empress Dowager and others, but after thinking about it carefully, she was staring at her current situation for countless eyes. It was not meaningful to hide it just by hiding it.

No need to hide it, it’s better to let them know.

"I'll prescribe some medicine to calm the mind for you?" Lin Qing said.

Song Ci nodded: "My body is actually weak. I have a shell, but I actually have to raise it..."

"Madam..." Several people interrupted her in unison.

Song Ci smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm not afraid, you don't have to be afraid. The Empress Dowager Ci'en, I will let me recover my wounds before returning home. I will probably have to be raised in the palace for a while. Madam Gong, you go back and take the small box on my bedside in."

She took out the small copper key that had been hanging around her neck and handed it to her, and the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

Madam Gong took it with her hands tremblingly.

She understood that Song Ci was preparing for the final exam, and it was because she understood that she felt so nervous.

Song Ci said again: "The children are all filial. I know they all want to enter the palace to serve the disease, but there are many troubles in the palace, so don't let them come in, so as not to let them live. It's enough to have you a few people. I will leave the palace after a few days."

But Madam Gong said, "Madam, this always requires someone. You are kind-hearted, but how do people outside think of the women of the Song family? A unfilial hat will be enough for them to eat a few pots."

The ancestor was recuperating in the palace, and none of them showed their filial piety and illness. This reputation was passed down by someone with a heart, and I don’t know what it would be like?

There are many people who want to see jokes from the Song family.

Song Ci thought for a while and said, "Then let the second wife come. She is a martial arts practitioner, has a good body and is energetic enough. The eldest wife just needs to take care of the middle gifts. The two young men are taking care of the children, so don't worry about me."

"Um."

Song Ci gave a few more instructions, and looked tired, then she lay down again, but she didn't want to lie down, but instead slept on her side.

She said such a big thing just now, but she was also trying to get energetic. After lying down for a few breaths, she fell asleep.

Everyone stood in front of the couch, looking at the thin and small man who looked older, with extremely sour eyes.

"You are guarding the Grandmaster, Nanshan, you can't leave at all. The Grandmaster turned over and touched the wound." The Palace Madam said, "I'll report to the Queen Mother and go back to the house to get things and enter the palace."

Nanshan responded.

Madam Gong glanced at Song Ci again, then left, and did not forget to instruct a few palace maids to come forward to keep an eye on them.

Today, Song Ci is like a porcelain doll, extremely delicate and can't even touch her at all.

Lin Qing also had to re-find the diagnosis and treatment plan with Medical Secretary Cheng, who was in charge of Song Ci's injury, and also left the side hall.

Brain damage is said to slowly disappear symptoms of dizziness and nausea, so you must prescribe some medicine to reduce the pain.
Chapter completed!