Ruan Jingye's eyes darkened when he heard this.
Ruanruan didn't go anywhere except to Prince Jin.
The doctor said, "But it's unlikely that you would have come into contact with such a place. If you were to go back twenty years, it would still be possible. Miss Ruan must have been out and about and accidentally got infected."
"Based on past experience, Miss Ruan will gradually get better in about two or three days after taking the medicine."
"Yeah, thank you." Ruan Jingye asked some more precautions before returning to the room and looking at the IV drip hanging on Ruanruan's hand.
He suddenly thought of something, took out his cell phone from his pocket and searched for the words "dry country plague".
Ruan Jingye remembered that the country had suffered a series of disasters and several plagues, but they did not happen during this period of time.
This search brought up a lot of information on the web.
His eyes were fixed on a piece of information. Zhao Chengqian's illness was caused by the plague, which damaged his foundation and led to his early death. The plague during the reign of Emperor Renzong killed many people.
But that plague clearly occurred when Zhao Chengqian was thirteen years old, so the timeline is completely different.
Is it because of their interference that the original course of history was disrupted?
Let what should have happened happen ahead of time?
Ruan Jingye felt a little dizzy, and looking at Ruanruan who was sick on the bed, he was a little dazed for a moment.
So, is the appearance of this vase intended to change history, or will it lead to another unknown situation and repeat the tragedy?
So what's the point of them doing this?
For several days, Zhao Chengqian had a fever that was intermittent and sometimes better and sometimes worse.
It was not until the fifth day that my fever stabilized at night and I no longer had a fever. My overall condition improved a lot.
Prince Jin hadn't slept for several days, and only now did he slowly breathe a sigh of relief.
"Father, has Ruanruan come over?" Zhao Chengqian felt a little more comfortable and asked King Jin with his head resting on the edge of the bed.
The King of Jin was holding a bowl of porridge, and his hand holding the spoon paused, "Ruanruan, didn't come over."
"It's good that you can't do it softly." Zhao Chengqian's tense little face relaxed.
Fortunately, Ruanruan didn't come...
"Then Ruanruan, is there anyone who can contact us?"
Prince Jin stirred the porridge in his bowl and remained silent.
"Gan'er, I haven't had a good meal in a few days. Have some porridge first."
Zhao Chengqian glanced at the vase beside him and frowned, feeling something was wrong. "Father, is Ruanruan also sick?"
"Otherwise, why didn't you contact us for so long?"
"Cough cough cough..." Zhao Chengqian got excited and started coughing violently while covering his mouth.
Prince Jin quickly put down the bowl in his hand and patted Zhao Chengqian on the back, "Ruanruan is over there, and the situation is unknown. If you are really worried about Ruanruan, you should take care of yourself first."
Zhao Chenggan coughed continuously, and a hint of rust rose in his throat, stuck in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "whoosh".
His face was terribly pale, he couldn't catch his breath and was gasping for breath, his chest heaving up and down.
Prince Jin's breathing was a little disordered, and he immediately asked the people outside to call a doctor.
After a while, Doctor Song came in, carrying a medicine box and pushing the door open. Before he could even greet him, King Jin called him over.
He stepped forward and saw that Zhao Chengqian's face began to darken, the corners of his lips turned pale, and his breathing became increasingly rapid. He secretly thought that something was wrong.
He hurried forward to take Zhao Chengqian's pulse and give him acupuncture. Zhao Chengqian coughed up a mixture of blood and water from his mouth, and his complexion looked slightly better.
Doctor Song looked up at Prince Jin, pursed his lips, and wanted to say something, but when he saw Zhao Chengqian's pale face, he closed his mouth again.
Prince Jin stood up, patted Zhao Chengqian on the shoulder, and tucked the quilt in for him, "God, have a good rest."
He then got up and went out, calling the maid to look after Zhao Chengqian.
"Tell me, what happened?" Prince Jin asked in a deep voice while standing in the side room.
"Your Highness, I am incompetent. The prince's illness is truly incurable. It has already taken root in his lungs. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
"According to the illness progress of the soldiers in the military hospital, I'm afraid that within five days, if there is no medicine to treat him, the prince will die..."
Before he could utter the next word, the King of Jin's icy eyes immediately shut his mouth.
"What did you say?" King Jin gritted his teeth.
"Your Highness..." Doctor Song knelt down immediately upon hearing the voice.
King Jin lowered his eyes and stared at Doctor Song on the ground, and said coldly:
"When Gan'er was born, many doctors said he wouldn't live past three, yet he's still alive today."
"They insist on taking my son's life, but I insist on keeping him alive."
"I want you to go to the military camp immediately and develop a prescription with Luo Li. If anything goes wrong with Gan Er, I will make sure you all die with him!"
He had just finished speaking.
"Ah!" A scream was heard in the room. King Jin became alert instantly and turned around to leave, walking around Doctor Song.
"Bang!" He pushed open the door and saw Cuilan inside. She was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, pointing at the empty bed.
She was trembling and couldn't utter a word for a long time.
"What's going on? Where is the prince?" Prince Jin grabbed Cuilan's collar and scolded her.
"The prince disappeared. He... he suddenly disappeared and was swallowed by that... vase." Cuilan widened her eyes, pointed at the vase beside the bed, and said tremblingly with shaking hands.
Cuilan had never seen anything so mysterious in her life.
Just watching helplessly, the prince suddenly disappeared in front of him.
And the vase even flashed!
This can't be some kind of monster.
She tried her best to calm herself down, took a deep breath, and suppressed the tension, shock, and fear in her heart.
"The... the prince is missing? Your Highness must have been taken away by the little immortal. The prince has a predestined relationship with the immortal and is under the protection of the little immortal. The little immortal must have known that the prince was in trouble."
"That's how they took the prince away through the vase. The little immortal must have a way to save the prince!" Doctor Song walked into the room, looked at the empty bed, and muttered to himself.
"Thank you, little fairy, for saving our Highness!"
Doctor Song suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the bottle on the bed.
Great! If the little immortal hadn't taken the prince away in time, he would have developed a prescription within five days.
It would be quicker to just kill him.
The little fairy saved his life again this time. The little fairy is truly the savior of the world!
Cuilan was stunned for a moment, then slowly came to her senses.
She hasn't seen the little miracle doctor these days. Yes, the little miracle doctor is like a little god!
The little immortal must have left them, and now the savior must have come through this method.
I really didn't expect that she had the chance to see such a scene!
"Little Immortal, Cuilan didn't know it was you who came to take the prince away. I hope you will forgive me for any offense I caused you!"
Cuilan immediately knelt down, kowtowed three times, and spoke in a low voice.
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