And he happened to know this person, Xiao Yan, the commander of the imperial guards. He was a cruel and ruthless person who specialized in confiscating people's property. He was notorious for not recognizing his relatives and had a bad reputation.
He wondered if he should go and get the Ninth Prince over first, in case Fengjiu couldn't be cured and was killed.
Fengjiu remained calm. She first gave the child a drink of children's antipyretic medicine, then spiritual spring water, and then acupuncture and rubbing the acupoints.
Gradually, the child was getting better at a speed visible to the naked eye. His face, which was originally as red as a shrimp, has now returned to normal.
My breathing gradually became steady and I soon started sweating.
After removing the needle, Fengjiu took a thin blanket and covered the child from the neck down.
"It will be fine after the sweating. Don't worry. You have to be more careful next time. You don't even know what food your child is allergic to. The older sisters who raise pigs are not as careless as you."
Feng Jiu's words finally relaxed Xiao Yan's tense mood. His body swayed a bit before he managed to steady himself.
He opened his mouth, but his dry throat prevented him from even saying a word of thanks.
He had a son in his old age, so naturally he treasured him like his life. How could he not take good care of him? It was just that he was harmed by his rivals.
After finding several doctors among the public to no avail, Xiao Yan shamelessly endured the pressure and went to the palace to ask the emperor for permission to find the imperial physician for treatment.
But there was still no effect. The child's fever became hotter and hotter. After finally finding Su Mubai, whose whereabouts were erratic, they were still helpless.
However, Su Mubai recommended Fengjiu to him, and Xiao Yan rushed over as fast as he could, and fortunately, it worked, and his child was safe.
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