The old imperial physician was so preoccupied with the Empress Dowager's affairs that he was working day and night. When Xiao Wu pulled him out of bed, he had only just fallen asleep.
Thinking that something had suddenly happened to the Empress Dowager again, she didn't even have time to dress properly before following Xiao Wu. Only when they arrived did she realize that it was for this Young Master Huaiyue.
Zhang Chongyi had spent most of his life in the palace and was a shrewd person. He was very good at reading people's expressions and knew that things were going to get worse just by looking at Song Ting's face.
"grown ups."
Song Ting didn't waste any words with him and said with a stern face, "Take a look at him. He's very cold and keeps shivering."
While waiting for the imperial physician, Song Ting brought a quilt from her room and covered Huai Xu with it, but Huai Xu was still shivering violently, and his body temperature did not improve at all; he was still as cold as ice.
Song Ting then sat down beside him, constantly rubbing his hands to warm them, trying to transfer her body heat to him.
"Please, sir, loosen your grip so I can take your pulse."
Song reluctantly let go, reminding him, "Be careful, don't let his arm stick out, he's cold."
This level of tension is even more severe than when the Empress Dowager vomited blood and fainted.
Rumors circulated among the entourage that Commander Song was deeply in love with the man in red who was by his side, and that anyone who glanced at him would want to gouge out his eyes. Zhang Chongyi hadn't believed it before.
Based on his understanding of this commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the man was a cold-hearted and ruthless person. To expect him to be deeply affectionate towards someone was more far-fetched than a man giving birth; it was absolutely impossible.
Now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I know the rumors are true.
It could even be said that it is more than that.
“Young master has suffered from heatstroke. Drinking some brown sugar ginger water will help, but…” Zhang Chongyi hesitated before continuing.
Before Song Ting could even breathe a sigh of relief, her heart jumped again: "Lord Zhang, please speak freely."
"However, judging from your pulse, young master, you seem to be suffering from emotional distress and a chronic illness. If this continues, I fear..."
Wang Guanghe had heard similar things from Song before. Song was already prepared, but no matter how many times she heard them, her heart still ached, and she wished she could take Song's place.
"I understand. Please trouble the imperial physician."
"Sir, there's no need for you to be so polite. I'll go and make some ginger and brown sugar water for you."
Song Ting waved her hand: "Go."
The person on the bed had their eyes tightly closed, their teeth chattering from the cold, and each muffled groan of pain felt like a sharp knife piercing Song Ting's heart.
He took off his clothes and shoes, climbed onto the bed, and pulled Chu Huaixu into his arms.
If Huaixu were awake at this moment, he would most likely have mocked and pushed him away, but at this moment he took the initiative to follow the heat source and stick close to Song Ting.
He was so cold; his breath was cold, and the blood flowing from his bitten lip was cold too. Song Ting felt a pang of heartache, her eyes reddening, and she kept kissing the man's lips.
His heart was filled with guilt. He thought to himself that he shouldn't have brought Huaixu along. Knowing that Huaixu was not in good health, he shouldn't have made him make this trip and suffer so much.
It seems that all of Huaixu's suffering was caused by him.
“…Little dog.” The man murmured a name, and Song Ting stiffened, choking back tears as she kissed his lips, “Little dog is here.”
Chu Huaixu was delirious, clutching his clothes tightly: "It hurts so much..."
"Where does it hurt?"
Chu Huaixu couldn't hear him at all, only repeating to himself over and over again: "It hurts so much... little dog, it hurts so much..."
He curled up and snuggled deeper into Song Ting's arms, his limbs twitching slightly, whether from the cold or from pain, he couldn't tell.
The commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard was a ruthless killer, yet he couldn't bear to see the person in his arms show even a hint of pain. Chu Huaixu was in pain, and so was he.
But it seemed he had no other way but to keep comforting her with kisses.
Song Ting felt a sense of powerless anger, even though he had climbed higher and had more power, he was still powerless to do anything about many things.
He could not take Huaixu's pain away, nor could he turn back time.
"...Why, why did you lie to me...I'm in so much pain..." The person who had fallen into a coma kept muttering in his sleep.
Song Ting's soul was being slowly torn apart: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It was my fault..."
"You don't believe me, you refuse to believe me... How cruel you are... It hurts so much..."
"I'm sorry, young master, it's all my fault. I failed to protect you, and I couldn't protect the prince or the prince's mansion..."
About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Zhang Chongyi knocked on Chu Huaixu's door with a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water.
"My lord, the ginger and brown sugar water is here. Please feed it to the young master."
Zhang Chongyi's original intention was naturally to feed him himself, as he couldn't very well ask the commander to do it. However, Song Ting naturally reached out and took the sugar water, saying, "I'll do it."
But Huai Xu's condition was too bad; he couldn't get the sugar water down his throat at all. More water was flowing out than he could get in, and Song Ting didn't dare to force it down his throat. He was so anxious that sores were almost forming on the corners of his mouth.
Just then, the palace maid named Chunxin, who was by the Empress Dowager's side, arrived. She couldn't find him in Song Ting's room, so she came to Chu Huaixu's place.
"Your Majesty, the Empress has vomited blood again. Physician He requests your presence."
With Huai Xu in this state, Song Ting dared not leave his side even for a moment. The choice of what to do in the future palace was once again before him, and he said the same thing as before:
"Get out! Let her die!"
These words were utterly disrespectful. Chunxin and Zhang Chongyi were so frightened that their faces changed drastically, and they knelt down with a thud: "My lord, please be careful with your words!"
Song Ting remained cold: "Isn't Zhang Bingzhi surrounded by experts? Go find them. I don't have time right now."
"..." Chunxin knelt at his feet, not daring to raise her head.
At the critical moment, the old physician said, "Sir, I have a plan, but I don't know if it's feasible."
Out of consideration for his treatment of Huai Xu, Song Ting suppressed his impatience and said, "Speak."
"Sir, you might try feeding the young master the drink by mouth; it might be better that way."
Zhang Chongyi knew what was bothering him, which was why he dared to make the suggestion. However, he regretted it as soon as he finished speaking, fearing that this unpredictable and ruthless man might skin him alive if he was displeased.
Fortunately, Song Ting wasn't angry. The man, who had looked ready to kill just a moment ago, now looked a little bewildered, and even the tips of his ears turned red.
Zhang Chongyi saw this and was shocked. He kept his eyes down and dared not look at him again.
"Everyone, go down first." Song Ting finally adopted his idea. "This bowl of ginger tea is cold, go and get another bowl."
He looked at Chunxin and said, "Once things are settled here, I will go there myself. Aunt Chunxin should know what to say and what not to say, right?"
The tone of the sentence was not heavy; on the contrary, it was very calm. However, the pressure exerted by Song Tingchang's high position was imperceptible.
Chunxin was so frightened that her spine went cold and she broke out in a cold sweat. She kowtowed to the ground and said in a trembling voice, "This servant understands."
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