Chapter 119 Sickness
The news of Ji Zheng's resurrection spread quickly throughout the government and the country like a gust of wind.
All of a sudden, all the ministers flocked to Ji Zheng's residence like a tide. The originally quiet and peaceful courtyard suddenly became bustling with traffic.
The emperor also cared deeply for Ji Zheng and specially dispatched the imperial physician to take care of his health. Precious medicinal materials and nourishing products were delivered to the palace like water.
At first, Ji Zheng was worried and pondered how to explain his miraculous resurrection to others, most importantly Emperor Ren.
But he didn't expect that the reason had already been found by others. When he learned from the court officials who came to visit him that his condition was called suspended death by the imperial physician, Ji Zheng was overjoyed. It was like someone brought him a pillow just when he felt sleepy.
After resting for a few days, Ji Zheng's body had almost recovered. During this period, Ji He'an was particularly attached to him. Ji Zheng was both happy and distressed. Whenever the two were together, he would hold them tightly in his arms.
He knew that this incident had frightened people.
It was late at night and Ji Zheng suddenly felt something strange about the person next to him in his sleep. He reached out his hand and found that Ji Hean's forehead was hot as fire.
Ji Zheng suddenly came to his senses, his heart sank, and he quickly lit the candle.
In the flickering dim candlelight, he saw that Ji Hean's cheeks were flushed red, his brows were wrinkled, his usually soft lips were now dry and cracked, and his breathing was a little heavy.
Ji Zheng was extremely anxious. He quickly put on his clothes and got up. While gently waking Ji Hean up, he told the servant to quickly call a doctor.
From time to time, he used a wet towel to gently wipe Ji Hean's scalded forehead and cheeks. Each touch was extremely gentle, and he kept muttering, "Baby, don't scare me."
As he spoke, he bent down and kissed his relative's chapped lips.
Ji He lay quietly on the bed, his face, which used to be as gentle as jade, was now covered with a sickly flush.
His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were soaked by sweat and stuck to his cheeks in a mess, making his face look even more haggard.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her brows were tightly wrinkled into the shape of the Chinese character "川", her cracked lips were bloodless, and she would occasionally tremble slightly due to physical discomfort and let out faint moans, each of which was like a heavy hammer hitting Ji Zheng's heart.
At this moment, he was like a delicate flower about to fall in a storm, having lost his former vitality and energy. Ji Zheng, who was guarding his bedside, was filled with worry and pity.
Finally, after much anticipation, the doctor finally arrived. Ji Zheng was extremely anxious. He rushed forward, grabbed the doctor's sleeve tightly with both hands, and quickly led him to the bedside. His voice was trembling and anxious: "Doctor, please take a look at him."
The doctor sat on a stool beside the bed. With a serious expression, he stretched out three fingers and gently placed them on Ji Hean's wrist. He held his breath and carefully felt the subtle changes in the pulse.
Time seemed to stand still, and every passing second made Ji Zheng feel more and more anxious.
After a long while, the doctor slowly raised his head. Ji Zheng couldn't wait to ask, "Doctor, what's the situation?"
The doctor frowned slightly and said, "Young Master's illness is caused by the cold entering the body, and the force is strong. The positive energy and the evil energy in the body are fighting each other, causing the high fever to continue and the breathing to be a little disordered. In addition, he may have been worrying too much recently, his spleen and stomach are weak, and his resistance is reduced, which gives the disease an opportunity to take advantage of him."
Ji Zheng listened carefully, looking at Ji and An Hong's puffy little faces, he asked: "When will he wake up?"
"Let me give him the injection." The doctor stood up and walked to the table, opened his medicine box, and took out his needle bag.
Upon hearing this, Ji Zheng quickly stepped aside, staring intently at the needle bag in the doctor's hand, and his breathing unconsciously slowed down, as if he was afraid to disturb the upcoming treatment.
The doctor returned to the bedside, placed the needle bag on a small table beside him, and slowly unfolded it. A row of silver needles shining with cold light came into view.
He first took out one and carefully examined it under the candlelight, then gently pinched Ji Hean's wrist, found the acupuncture point, and decisively inserted the needle. Ji Zheng's heartbeat accelerated as he watched from the side, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The doctor gave one shot after another, his movements were steady and skillful, yet beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.
As the silver needle was inserted, Ji Hean's brow seemed to relax a little. A glimmer of hope ignited in Ji Zheng's heart. He was about to ask something, but he was afraid of affecting the doctor's acupuncture, so he had to swallow his words back.
Finally, the doctor finished acupuncture, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "This acupuncture is aimed at unblocking the blocked Qi and blood in his body and harmonizing Yin and Yang. Wait half an hour to see his reaction. If he can sweat smoothly and the fever subsides, then there is a turn for the better, and it won't be long before he wakes up."
Ji Zheng nodded hurriedly, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you, doctor, for your hard work."
The doctor shook his head slightly: "Don't thank me yet, we have to wait and see what happens next. During this period, you need to follow my instructions and pay attention at all times."
Ji Zheng agreed, told the servant beside him to send the doctor to the room to rest, and then returned to sit beside the bed.
After pulling the blanket over Ji He'an, he looked at the person with his eyes closed. The heavy stone in his heart could not be lowered. He leaned over and kissed his loved one with concern and heartache, and prayed in a low voice: "My dear, please wake up soon."
After a pause, he smiled bitterly and said, "Ji Xiaogou, are you taking revenge on me?" Then he sighed, his eyes reddened, and whispered, "Now I know how you feel when you are guarding me..."
Reaching out and gently wiping the sweat off the man's forehead, Ji Zheng lay beside him, embracing him and the blanket in his arms, kissing him on the face from time to time, muttering to himself, "Little Ji, I'm not fully recovered yet, how come you're sick?"
"How can a person as young as you get so many diseases? Who allowed it?"
"If you don't wake up, I'll be angry...Okay, I'm just kidding. How dare I be angry with you?"
Reaching out to tidy up the hair stuck to his face, Ji Zheng continued to talk, his voice carrying infinite temptation: "Ji Xiaogou, if you wake up now, then I will allow you to eat two persimmons, okay?"
He said a lot, but the person in his arms still showed no sign of closing his eyes. As the candles beside him gradually melted, Ji Zheng began to get anxious, his eyes turned red, and his words were choked with sobs, "Ji Hean, open your eyes quickly, look at me, I finally came back to find you, you can't leave me..."
At this moment, Ji He'an's thin eyelids trembled twice, and then her long eyelashes began to tremble.
Ji Zheng's voice suddenly stopped, and all his attention was instantly attracted by the movement in front of him.
He stared at Ji Hean's trembling eyelids closely. His body seemed to be under a spell and he dared not move at all. He even held his breath carefully, fearing that the slightest disturbance would make the sign of waking up disappear.
Ji Hean slowly opened his eyes, revealing his bright eyes, with a look of confusion and weakness, as if he had just returned from a difficult journey from a distant dream.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he met Ji Zheng's face full of surprise and concern. Ji Zheng's eyes were still red, tears were swirling in his eyes, but he tried hard not to let them fall. He suddenly hugged him: "Ji Xiaogou, you scared me to death..."
Ji Hean opened his mouth, but only a slight hoarse sound came out, and his throat felt dry and painful as if it had been rubbed by sandpaper.
Ji Zheng also reacted quickly. He let the person go, stood up, went to the table, poured a glass of warm water and fed it to the person.
Ji Hean felt a little better after the warm water flowed down his throat, but then he began to feel soreness in his limbs and dizziness in his head.
"I feel uncomfortable and miserable." He complained to Ji Zheng, his voice a little hoarse.
Ji Zheng quickly asked softly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Ji Hean snorted twice and said, "I feel uncomfortable everywhere."
"I'll go get a doctor." Ji Zheng was about to go out, but Ji Hean grabbed him by the clothes. "What's wrong, baby?"
"No, just sleep with me and I'll be fine."
"But...."
"Sleep, just sleep with me." Ji Hean was very stubborn, holding Ji Zheng's clothes tightly with his hands.
Ji Zheng had no choice but to go to bed and hold the baby in his arms and sleep. Anyway, the doctor said that as long as the baby woke up, everything would be fine. Since he wanted to sleep, then he could just sleep.
Nestling in Ji Zheng's arms, Ji Hean kissed his Adam's apple, then fell asleep again while holding on to his clothes.
Ji Zheng did not sleep all night. He had been paying attention to Ji Hean's condition, fearing that something unexpected would happen again. Fortunately, by the morning, Ji Hean's temperature had dropped.
Seeing Ji Hean gradually returning to his normal sleeping state, Ji Zheng's anxious heart finally settled down a little.
He gently brushed away the loose hair on Ji and An's forehead, his eyes filled with a complex mixture of pampering and fatigue.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting golden streaks on the ground.
Ji Zheng got up carefully, tucked in the quilt for Ji He'an, then tiptoed out of the room and told the servants to prepare some light food and nourishing hot soup, thinking that Ji He'an could eat in time after waking up.
When he returned to the room, Ji Hean had woken up and was sitting on the bed, looking around in confusion.
Ji Zheng hurried forward, sat beside the bed, held his hand, and asked softly: "How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Ji Hean shook his head, his voice still a little hoarse: "I'm fine, but I feel weak and have no strength."
Ji Zheng held him in his arms and rested his chin on his head: "It's okay, you should have a good rest, I'm here."
Ji Hean nodded slightly, rubbed against his arms, and found a more comfortable position.
Ji Zheng continued, "I have asked the kitchen to prepare your favorite porridge. Eat some later and you will recover faster."
"Okay." Ji Hean nodded obediently. He had sweated a lot last night, and his body was sticky at the moment. He frowned and said, "I want to take a shower. I don't feel well."
His high fever had just subsided, and Ji Zheng was reluctant to let him take a shower, especially as the weather outside was so cold. But seeing him twisting and turning in discomfort, Ji Zheng felt distressed.
Seeing that Ji Zheng didn't say anything, Ji He came over, took Ji Zheng's hand and put it inside his clothes, then said coquettishly in a pitiful and pleading tone: "It's sticky and uncomfortable."
The skin I applied was indeed a bit sticky and not as smooth as before.
Ji Zheng hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded and agreed, "Okay, then you have to eat the porridge and drink the medicine first."
When Ji Hean heard about taking medicine, his relaxed face wrinkled again. He looked up at Ji Zheng pitifully, and said in a cat-like voice with tears in his eyes, "The medicine tastes bitter."
Ji Zheng sighed, leaned over and kissed the person's still slightly flushed face, and whispered: "Baby, good medicine tastes bitter, you know? Only by taking the medicine can the disease be cured."
Ji Hean naturally knew all these things, and at the moment he just wanted to act coquettishly with Ji Zheng.
With two weak groans, Ji Hean buried his head in the quilt, silently expressing his reluctance.
Ji Zheng found it funny and also felt soft in his heart. He reached out and pulled the person out from under the quilt. He turned the person's little face and looked at the person's angry expression. He smiled and said, "Baby, are you only three years old? Why are you so childish?"
As he spoke, he could not help but kiss the man's forehead, eyes, nose tip, and lips. After the kiss, he coaxed her, "Okay, drink the medicine obediently. After you drink it, you can eat the sweet eight-treasure lotus seed porridge. I specially asked someone to add more honey in it."
She wasn't really angry, but at this moment, Ji Zheng was holding her in his hands and coaxing her, and soon her little face couldn't hold it together anymore, and her white teeth were revealed.
At this time, the servant brought in the cooked porridge and medicine.
The lotus seed porridge was steaming and smelled sweet. Ji Hean, who originally had no appetite due to illness, was now aroused and stared at the porridge eagerly.
As for the steaming, black medicinal juice next to him, Ji Hean completely ignored it, as if he could escape it that way.
Ji Zheng was so adorable seeing this little action that he couldn't stop smiling and thought to himself how adorable his baby was.
Putting the steaming porridge aside, Ji Zheng picked up the medicine at a suitable temperature and brought it to the person's mouth, and asked: "Baby, do you want to drink it all in one gulp, or should I feed you slowly, mouthful by mouthful?"
The black medicine gives off a bitter and fishy smell, and even a fool would choose the former.
"I'll drink it myself."
Having said that, he took the bowl from Ji Zheng's hand and looked down at the black juice in the bowl. Ji Hean hesitated for a long time. Under Ji Zheng's urging and gentle gaze, he finally plucked up the courage to pick up the bowl of medicine, closed his eyes, tilted his head back and drank the medicine. The bitter taste instantly spread in his mouth and throat, and his face wrinkled.
Ji Zheng quickly handed him some clean water and fed him the lotus seed porridge he had prepared.
He rinsed his mouth with clean water, then quickly lowered his head and took the spoonful of sweet hot porridge into his mouth. The sweet lotus seed porridge instantly dispelled the bitterness in his mouth, and Ji Hean's wrinkled face relaxed.
Seeing the person swallowing the porridge in his mouth, Ji Zheng hurriedly brought another spoonful.
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