"Gurgle gurgle."
My stomach growled at the right moment.
Qi Pan nodded, "Okay, ahem... I'm just hungry."
As she spoke, she propped herself up and sat up, covering herself with the quilt.
Half leaning on the headboard.
The quilt was still wrapped tightly.
Ying Zheng brought the porridge and handed it to Qi Pan.
"Come, sir, have a drink first."
"good."
Qi Pan was about to reach out to take the bowl when he saw Ying Zheng retract his hand.
"Hmm? Ahem... Bro, what are you doing?"
You won’t let me drink?
Ying Zheng said, "You still seem a little weak, I'll feed you."
ah?
Feed me porridge?
Qi Pan coughed and said, "Cough cough cough! No...No need, brother, I can drink it myself."
"Ah! I can do it myself!"
"No!"
Ying Zheng said, "I don't think you can."
"Sir, don't be shy. Since you call me brother, and my younger brother is sick, what's wrong with me, as his older brother, feeding him a bowl of porridge?"
As he spoke, he held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other.
After scooping a spoonful of porridge, he let it cool for a while and then handed it to Qi Pan's mouth.
"Come on, sir, open your mouth."
Qi Pan blinked and said, "Ahem...thank you, brother."
Open your mouth, hold the spoon, and swallow the porridge on the spoon into your stomach.
Ying Zheng continued to scoop a spoonful of porridge, let it cool for a while, and then sent it over.
Pray to open your mouth and eat.
Just like that, spoonful after spoonful.
Until the bowl of porridge is empty.
Ying Zheng asked, "Is that enough? Would you like another bowl, sir?"
"No, thanks."
Qipan said, "I'm already... cough cough... full."
"Okay, then sir, if you're hungry later, just tell me."
Ying Zheng said, "The porridge is always warm in the kitchen, so you can eat it whenever you're hungry."
"Is there anything you'd like to eat, sir?"
Qi Pan thought about it and shook his head, "No, I don't have much of an appetite right now."
"By the way, brother, could you please help me get the box of medicine from before?"
Ying Zheng put the bowl in his hand on the table, took out the medicine box from the suitcase and handed it to Qi Pan.
Qi Pan took it and took out a thermometer from it.
Wrap yourself in a blanket and place the thermometer under your armpit.
Ying Zheng asked doubtfully, "Sir, what are you doing?"
"Take your temperature."
Qi Pan said, "I'm not sure if the fever has gone away. Let me take the temperature and see."
Um?
Measure temperature?
"Sir, is the thing you just took used to measure the temperature?"
"yes."
Qi Pan said, "This is a mercury thermometer. Clip it under your armpit to measure your temperature."
Mercury thermometer?
Can it be used to detect human body temperature?
Before Ying Zheng could speak, Qi Pan said, "This mercury thermometer is quite difficult to make. I don't even have any information on it on my phone."
"I brought two here, brother, if you like it, I'll give you one."
"Hey, there's another one in the medicine box, take it yourself."
"The long, round, and slightly transparent one."
Ying Zheng took out the thermometer from the iron box.
This tiny thing was engraved with some characters that he couldn't understand.
"Brother, I'll teach you how to see."
Qipan took the thermometer out from under the quilt and looked at the temperature displayed on it.
Thirty-seven degrees two.
fine.
The fever is gone.
She waved towards Ying Zheng, "Brother, come here."
Ying Zheng took a step forward and bent down.
........
When Ying Zheng returned to Xianyang Palace, it was already dark.
Xia Wuqie stood beside the carriage and said, "Your Majesty, since there is nothing else, I will return to the Imperial Hospital first."
After paying his respects, Xia Wuqie turned and walked towards the Imperial Hospital.
He sat in the inn for most of the day, but His Majesty didn't ask him to go upstairs for treatment.
What a pity.
I didn't even see the gentleman.
I wonder when I can see you, sir?
Ying Zheng first went to a side hall to change into clean clothes before he began to deal with state affairs.
As soon as Wang Wan saw Ying Zheng coming in, he hurried forward.
"His Majesty!"
"How are you, sir?"
They all knew that Qi Pan was sick.
Ying Zheng said, "It's nothing serious. You'll be fine after a few days of rest."
"That's good, that's good."
Wang Wan breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you're alright, sir."
While the two were talking, Meng Tian, Fusu and Feng Quji all arrived.
The first thing the three of them said when they saw Ying Zheng was.
"Your Majesty, how is the gentleman?!"
"It's nothing serious, just rest for a few days."
After saying this, Ying Zheng looked towards Meng Tian and said, "Mr. Meng, have you arranged the follow-up work?"
Meng Tian: "Your Majesty, please rest assured! Everything has been arranged!"
"Compensation for the people who bought and sold street shops has been fully distributed!"
"Um."
Ying Zheng nodded slightly and turned to look at Feng Quji. "How's the papermaking going?"
"I was just about to report this to Your Majesty."
Feng Quji took out a few pieces of paper from his sleeve and handed them to Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, this was developed by me and my craftsmen according to the recipe you gave me."
He pointed to two sheets of paper and said, "This is the first batch of paper produced. It's a little rough."
"This is the second batch of paper produced after the craftsmen improved it and conducted many experiments."
“Compared to the first batch, the quality and flexibility of the paper have been greatly improved.”
"Yeah, not bad."
Ying Zheng looked at the two distinct pieces of paper in his hands and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Feng."
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