Xiao Qing's body stiffened for a moment, and he took a few steps away from the bed. "Goddess, are you serious? Is Concubine Rong really suffering from smallpox?"

Song Tingwan shook his head. "I'm not sure, but the doctors in your Imperial Hospital are not freeloaders. Smallpox is easy to diagnose."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Qing left without looking back.

He just said, "Thank you, Goddess. I have someone guarding the door. If you need anything, just tell them and they will do it."

Tai Sheng also followed the emperor's footsteps and left, "Please take care of yourself, goddess."

Song Tingwan had no expression.

Now, only she and Concubine Rong were left in this extremely luxurious bedroom.

Oh no.

There was also the palace maid at the end of the bed whose eyes were red from crying.

Song Tingwan walked to the bed and lifted the gauze curtain.

The woman lying on the bed was graceful and elegant, with extraordinary temperament.

Although she looked sick at the moment, she was still a great beauty.

Song Tingwan couldn't help but think of the emperor's birthday banquet last night. The concubines who attended were all extremely beautiful.

Wow, this emperor eats so well.

The more Song Tingwan looked, the more she felt that the sick beauty with her eyes closed on the bed looked very familiar.

Isn't this the person who accused Xibin last night, saying that she was possessed by an evil spirit?

Song Tingwan was a little confused for a moment. Didn’t he seem fine yesterday?

Logically speaking, smallpox shouldn't have spread so quickly.

Why did you collapse today?

"Rong Fei? Rong Fei?"

Song Tingwan called her softly.

No response.

He just frowned and closed his eyes, looking very painful.

Song Tingwan had no choice but to walk to the end of the bed and ask the palace maid.

"May I have your name?"

"Replying to the goddess, I am Xiaoque." Xiaoque's voice was a little choked.

It can be seen that she is very worried about Concubine Rong.

Song Tingwan's tone softened a bit, "Have you always been serving Concubine Rong personally?"

Xiao Que bowed and said, "Yes, I am the personal maid of Concubine Rong. I am responsible for taking care of her daily life."

Song Tingwan nodded and took out a mask from her bag and put it on her.

Seeing the goddess holding a new thing and covering her face with it, Xiao Que was surprised, but she dared not move and let her do what she wanted.

"This is a mask. You have to wear it whenever you take care of Concubine Rong to avoid getting infected by her. I'll give you some more later."

"Thank you, Goddess!"

After putting the mask on her, Song Tingwan began to ask about Concubine Rong's situation these days.

"When did Concubine Rong start to feel unwell?"

Xiao Que glanced at the bed and said softly, "Goddess, it's been quite a while."

From Xiaoque's description, Song Tingwan understood some of the general situation.

Several days ago, Concubine Rong began to have a persistent high fever, headache, back pain, pain all over the body, and weakness in her limbs.

At that time, the imperial physician diagnosed that it was a cold and high fever, and prescribed some medicine, which did improve the patient's condition.

Unexpectedly, after the birthday banquet ended last night, Concubine Rong found that she had many rashes on her body as soon as she returned to the palace.

This morning, the rashes spread all over my body.

Song Tingwan felt a sense of competition in her heart.

The symptoms are indeed not much different from smallpox.

But you still need to check it specifically.

Song Tingwan walked back to the bed.

"Empress Rong?"

"Empress Rong?"

No response.

Song Tingwan took out the electronic thermometer and tapped it on her forehead.

39 degrees 5?

A bit dangerous.

The little bird on the side was stunned and didn't dare to make a sound to disturb it.

I just kept sighing in my heart: She is worthy of being a goddess, even her way of treating patients is very different from that of ordinary doctors!

But the next moment, she saw the goddess starting to strip her own lady's clothes.

Thinking that the goddess was probably checking the rash on the empress's body, he held his breath and continued to watch.

Song Tingwan lifted up her shirt, sleeves and trouser legs.

The belly, arms, and thighs are covered with red papules of varying sizes, with signs of ulceration.

Song Tingwan frowned.

The area of ​​this rash is too large.

Concubine Rong must have had a severe fever and was not fully conscious.

No matter how Song Tingwan manipulated her body, she did not struggle.

Song Tingwan understood what was going on and began to take off her gloves. "Help her cover herself with the quilt."

"Yes." Xiao Que moved immediately, fearing that her mother would feel cold.

"This medicine is for reducing fever. Feed her one." Song Tingwan took out a box of medicine and handed it over.

Then he took out a bottle of alcohol from his bag and started spraying it in every corner of the room, including the bedding.

This kind of virus needs to be disinfected properly, otherwise it will be too easily transmitted.

In fact, she was a little scared. After all, this was her first time in more than 20 years to come into contact with the smallpox virus...

"This stuff is called alcohol, and it's for disinfection." Song Tingwan demonstrated, "Just like I did, spray it everywhere. Don't miss any place, including yourself."

"Don't worry about it running out. I'll send more when I'm done."

"By the way, no incense or fire in the house."

"Also, during this period of time, you'd better not leave this room, otherwise you might bring the virus out." Song Tingwan paused, "As for food, have others bring it in for you. You stay here and take good care of Concubine Rong."

Xiao Que nodded heavily, "As long as I can cure the Empress, I am willing to do it!"

Song Tingwan smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, I will do my best."

After saying that, Song Tingwan sprayed alcohol on himself again and left.

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