The family happiness of a wealthy family does not depend on the common people. The head of the family actually has very little intimacy with the children. Moreover, he feeds the children himself. It seems that the lady on the bed must be quite favored.
When Dr. Zhou came closer, he saw that the woman's face was flushed. He knew at a glance that she had contracted wind and cold. Moreover, the disease came and went quickly. He had been visiting the clinic for many years to treat difficult and complicated diseases, but this young man only asked him to come.
Looking at the small amount of wind and cold, this is too much to make a fuss about. But the strange thing is that there still seems to be some traces of the slap on the woman's face. Although it has faded a lot, you can still imagine how fierce the slap was.
Doctor Zhou shook his head. He still didn't think too much about the affairs of a wealthy family. Perhaps the young man didn't understand medicine and thought that the illness looked menacing because he was seriously ill. Doctor Zhou stepped forward helplessly, but heard a soft sound.
Call, "Donglang..."
The voice was so small that Dr. Zhou heard the prince clearly, but he could only hear Su Zhiyu talking in his sleep. The doctor's heart moved, but his face remained silent. A maid came up and took the woman's hand out, and the doctor covered it with a hand.
Put two fingers of silk cloth on the pulse.
Su Zhiyu originally wanted to hand the doctor the note she had written in her hand directly, but the maid was watching from the side and she could not succeed. Seeing that Doctor Zhou was about to take a pulse, Su Zhiyu felt anxious.
Suddenly, she decided to give it a try. Just when Dr. Zhou stood up to leave, Su Zhiyu suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, stuffed the note in his mouth, and shouted, "Your Highness, don't leave! Don't stay.
Yu'er."
The prince's expression changed, and the maid beside her hurriedly pulled her away, fearing that something would happen. On the contrary, the prince next to him glanced at Su Zhiyu, strode forward, held Su Zhiyu's hand, and deliberately said warmly, "I'm here
You’re not going anywhere, just rest in peace and recuperate.”
Su Zhiyu leaned meekly in the prince's arms and closed his eyes with peace of mind. Doctor Zhou had something else in his hand and did not say anything. The words Dong Lang and His Highness just said made him vaguely understand that this matter seemed to be related to the Third Highness.
Related. No matter what the identity of this woman is, as long as it is related to His Highness, he will not hesitate to die.
Soon, he wrote a prescription. The prince frowned and asked, "How is her illness?" No matter what, he must not let anything happen to Su Zhiyu. This was the first thing he could think of.
"This lady's illness is caused by ordinary wind and cold, so it shouldn't be serious. It's just that her vitality may have been damaged during the previous birth, and her body is a little weak. If not treated in time, I'm afraid the root cause of the disease will remain over time." Zhou
The doctor deliberately exaggerated.
The prince thought for a while and said, "In that case, please ask the doctor to prescribe the medicine for the treatment, and you can just follow the medicine from now on."
Seeing the prince's words, Doctor Zhou didn't recognize it, so he turned around and wrote a prescription. The prince rewarded him with some silver coins and sent him out.
Su Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief, but heard the prince say to the two maids, "Go down and make some medicine and take care of Lele."
Two soft responses reached his ears. Now Su Zhiyu finally felt relieved.
Counting the time, it was time for the prince to leave. Today he had stayed a little longer than usual, and for the first time, he also fed Lele and finished his meal. Su Zhiyu felt that the prince had been extremely kind to her. She should be grateful to him