"Mr. Hua, how is she? Is she in danger? She was fine an hour ago. I just squinted for a while, why did she suddenly start to have a fever?" Murong Lingxuan asked nervously. When he himself was sick,
I have never been so nervous or concerned.
"Once the patient starts to have a fever, it will be very dangerous. Now we have to find a way to bring her body temperature down quickly, otherwise even if she wakes up, her brain is likely to be burned out." Huatai Medical said in a very serious tone:
"I'll go get the prescription right now."
Doctor Hua walked to the table, quickly wrote down a prescription with a wolf's hair in his hand, picked up the prescription and quickly ran to the next room, picked out the medicinal materials prepared in advance according to the prescription one by one, and began to brew the medicine himself.
Looking at Feng Yunhua's red little face and chapped lips, Murong Lingxuan felt heartbroken. When he walked out of the wing, the cool night breeze blew in his face, but it couldn't dissipate the worry and anxiety in his heart.
"Mr. Hua, is there any way to quickly cool down?" Murong Lingxuan walked to Dr. Hua and asked.
"Applying an ice-cold towel to your forehead can quickly lower the temperature of your head. Another way is to wipe your whole body with alcohol, which can dissipate the body surface temperature and have a cooling effect." Doctor Hua was boiling the medicine.
explain.
"There should be some in Washington, right?" The meaning of Murong Lingxuan's words was obvious.
"Yes, yes, I will tell my subordinates to bring a jar and sprinkle it here."
"It would be faster to find someone to take Qing Meng to the cellar to move the wine."
Doctor Hua nodded repeatedly and ordered a servant on night duty in the east wing to take Qingmeng to the cellar.
Qing Mengsa moved back, and the medicine from the Chinese imperial doctor was not ready yet.
"Qingmeng, stay outside." Murong Lingxuan walked to the table and ordered while opening the wine jar.
Qingmeng exited the wing and closed the door.
In the side room, Murong Lingxuan poured wine into a wooden basin, soaked a clean handkerchief in the wine, and walked to the bed with the wooden basin.
Even through the quilt, you can feel the high temperature radiating from Feng Yunhua's burning skin.
Lifting the quilt to avoid touching the wound on her back, Murong Lingxuan directly cut open her clothes with scissors. A malnourished and thin body was exposed in front of him, which made his heart sting again.
He picked up the pure white handkerchief in the wooden basin and wrung it out, avoiding Feng Yunhua's back, and wiped her body vigorously.
After doing it again, Feng Yunhua's body temperature finally came down, and Murong Lingxuan's tense heart breathed a sigh of relief. He threw the handkerchief into his hand and carefully covered Feng Yunhua with the quilt.
"Little one, I have never served someone like this before. You are a big bargain." Her tender eyes caressed the sleeping person on the bed.
At this time, Qing Meng's voice came through the door panel.
"Sir, the medicine is ready. Should you bring it in for Miss Feng to drink?"
"come in."
Qing Meng walked into the side room carrying the medicine bowl, handed the medicine bowl to Murong Lingxuan's hand, and then exited with a knowing voice.
Giving medicine is a careful job. Murong Lingxuan, who has been waited on since he was a child, would not be able to do it if you asked him to give medicine to a sleeping person spoon by spoon.
Murong Lingxuan frowned and looked at the medicine bowl for a while with his head lowered. After a while, his brows relaxed and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
I saw him mustering up the courage, raising his head and taking a sip of the bitter soup in his mouth. He held her head with one hand and pinched her mouth with the other.
Mouth to mouth, he poured all the decoction that was so bitter that it made people want to vomit into Feng Yunhua's mouth. After several times, Murong Lingxuan's mouth was filled with a bitter taste.