Chapter 125: High Fever and Coma

"good."

The imperial physician could see that Dean Chen truly loved this new disciple.

A new prescription was written with a higher dosage of the fever-reducing medicine. The child took the medicine and hurried to boil it.

"Remember, this medicine is too heavy to be taken all at once. Take it every two hours. Take it for a maximum of two days. If there is no improvement within two days, stop taking it."

If the high fever persists for two days, it's time to prepare for the funeral.

All the teachers in the academy knew that Ye Qianning was ill and had a high fever that wouldn't go away. They were all very worried, and the scene of him becoming a disciple two days ago was still vivid in their minds.

I didn't expect it to become like this in just one day.

"Little girl, it's all because of Master's failure to protect you."

Dean Chen has been guarding Ye Qianning, with tears in his eyes. If the yin and yang are gone, those who are angry will give up their thoughts.

"Director, the medicine is here." The little boy came in with the medicine.

Dean Chen took it and used a spoon to feed the little girl the medicine. The little girl probably felt it was too bitter and kept spitting out the medicine.

"Be good, little girl. Drink it. It will be fine after you drink it." The dean comforted her.

The imperial physician standing nearby stepped forward and said, "Dean, it's not good for her to spit out the medicine. Lift the little girl up, pinch her nose, and I'll feed her the medicine."

Dean Chen handed the medicine bowl to the imperial physician, wiped the medicine that the baby spit out with a handkerchief, then helped the child up. He listened to the imperial physician's words, pinched his nose, and the imperial physician poured the medicine into the child's mouth while he opened it.

Ye Qianning felt like vomiting, and all the medicine he took slipped out of his nose. He was speechless.

Although pinching the nose is effective when feeding medicine to children, at least give them less. It's half a bowl of medicine, and they just pour it into their mouths without giving them a chance to breathe.

The imperial physician probably thinks the patient is dying too slowly...

After taking the medicine, Ye Qianning began to shiver all over. He felt so hot that steam would come out when he lifted the quilt.

Dean Chen put the man down and covered him with a quilt. He was sweating just now, but now the sweat has gone and there is no sign of sweating at all.

If you don't sweat when you have a fever, the chances of getting rid of it are lower.

After waiting for moment after moment, Ye Qianning did not sweat, but trembled violently. The imperial physician felt that such a high fever was really rare.

I started shaking after taking the medicine, so I had to try acupuncture.

The imperial physician inserted silver needles into the Fengchi, Dazhui, Hegu and Chize acupoints.

When Xiang Minghou arrived, he saw that Ye Qianning's face was burning as if on fire. The imperial physician had inserted silver needles all over her body, and her eyes immediately turned red.

"Fatty." He feinted and ran to the bed.

"General Xiang?" Dean Chen was surprised that Marquis Xiang Ming would arrive so quickly. He reached out and held him back, "The imperial physician is giving acupuncture. General Xiang, please do not disturb him."

"What's going on? How come the dean got so sick in just one day?" Xiang Minghou was anxious.

Dean Chen looked guilty and apologetic. "General Xiang, it's all my fault. Yesterday at Loushan Academy, the little girl was frightened twice in succession. That's why her high fever won't go away."

"Scared? What's scary? How scared?" Xiang Minghou didn't understand why Loushan Academy was so scary?

"Yesterday, the little girl went to the senior class and had some conflicts with the Seventh Prince. The Seventh Prince mobilized the secret guards, and the little girl was thrown out. If Minister Qian had not appeared in time, the little girl might have died." Dean Chen lamented. Among all the princes and princesses in the royal family, the Seventh Prince was the most arrogant.

Marquis Xiang Ming's face was gloomy, and his knuckles creaked as he clenched his fists: "The Seventh Prince, huh?"

(End of this chapter)