Everyone will bring the door with them when they go in and out.
When I was so gentle, I happened to meet two maids coming out.
The two maids closed the door first before greeting Wenrou, "Princess."
Gentle eyes looked in, "How is Dongfang Aoshi? Death...I mean, is it a serious burn? Will you burn your brain stupid?"
"No, the prince's brain won't burn stupidly." said the maid, "My husband has already come to see him and said that the prince will have a fever because he has suffered from the cold. As long as the fever subsides, it will be fine."
It turns out that I haven't been stupid yet!
The gentle expression was a little disappointed, "How is it burning now?"
"I haven't retreated yet!" The maid was so anxious that she left this sentence and hurriedly left, her pace faster than flying.
Just having a fever, is it necessary to be so panicked?
Wenrou thought they were really fussy.
Go ahead and prepare to go in and see what Dongfang Aoshi is doing.
As soon as the door was pushed open, a feeling of suffocation came towards me.
Gentle couldn't help but retreat.
The next second, the voice of the manager immediately began to remember—
"Who opened the door? Why don't you close it!"
The maid hurriedly ran over and closed the door. When she saw Wenrou, she was stunned.
After several seconds, it came to my senses, "Princess, you are here."
"Princess?" The manager turned around and looked so surprised when he saw Wen Rou.
Run over in two steps, grab your gentle hand, and drag it directly in.
Wenrou was completely unprepared and was pulled in like this.
The rows of standing in two rows were standing in a row, guarding the bedside of the arrogant Dongfang Shi.
A few people were busy getting in and out and kept twisting towels to replace Dongfang Aoshi's forehead.
With so many maids blocking her, Wenrou couldn't see clearly the people on the bed...
I couldn't help but slid my head--
Dongfang Aoshi lay on the bed..., his face flushed extremely, and he was covered with several quilts. His thickness could almost crush people to death.
Gentle frowned: Didn’t Dongfang Aoshi have a high fever? Why did he still hug him so tightly?
Wrapped like this, the heat cannot be dissipated at all. In addition, the doors and windows in the house are closed, the air is not circulating, and there is a big brazier outside the screen that is roasting...
In this case, it is impossible to reduce the fever for a month.
"It's all burning so badly, why do you still cover him with such a thick quilt? If you wrap it like this, it will only prevent the heat from dissipating," gently reminded with a conditioned reflex.
The next second, realizing what he said, he quickly shut up and stopped talking.
How is Dongfang Aoshi like? It has nothing to do with her.
"But the imperial doctor said that he had to cover the sweat for the prince so that the fever would go away." While explaining, he eagerly grabbed his gentle hand, "The princess has any better way to help the prince reduce the fever?
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"...I don't know anything." Wenrou refused to say anything again.
She came today to see Dongfang Aoshi's embarrassment, not to relieve his fever.
"Princess..." The manager looked at Wenrou with anticipation.
"I don't know anything." said gentle and hard-working-
It was impossible for her to teach them how to physically reduce fever.