Zhao Jun was rescued urgently by Qingliu and others, and the imperial physician from the palace also rushed over to treat him as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, she was not buried for long, and when she finally fell, the handkerchief in her mouth slightly covered her nasal cavity, preventing the soil from covering her.
The imperial physician who arrived cleared the choking object without much effort, and Zhao Jun's breathing became much more stable.
but……
"The imperial physician said his breathing was fine, so why is there no sign of him waking up?"
Ying Zheng sat beside the bed and asked angrily as he looked at the person lying on the bed with a rosy face but no sign of being awake.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Although Lord Zhao's breathing is steady, he may have been frightened by this ordeal and is now suffering from a high fever."
The imperial physician knelt beside him, speaking tremblingly with his head buried deep in his chest.
"high fever?"
Ying Zheng glanced at the person on the bed and saw that the rosy face was due to fever.
"Then why don't you reduce her fever quickly, give her medicine, and save her no matter what!"
Ying Zheng's tone was so deep that it frightened people. The imperial physician beside him kowtowed quickly and went down to boil the medicine.
He looked at the person lying on the bed, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.
He had already sent people to seal off Huayang Palace. The reason why Zhao Ji chose this time to take revenge was because she really didn't have many days left to live.
The imperial physician examined him and said he was seriously ill and was on his last legs.
So he wanted to make one last struggle before his death, and kidnapping Zhao Jun was entirely because of himself.
Ying Zheng couldn't help but recall what his mother was like in his memory.
She married him when her father was trapped in Zhao State, and later gave birth to her, although she never gave her any love.
But when their father fled Zhao State alone, leaving them and their son behind.
Ying Zheng thought his mother would depend on him for everything.
But no, she lived a pretty good life by her own means.
Even though she ignored him, Ying Zheng survived in Zhao because of his mother.
Although he was dissatisfied with his mother's disregard, he could understand her choice.
After returning to Qin, Ying Zheng thought that the future would get better and better, but he was wrong.
After his father died, the young boy succeeded to the throne. His mother, together with Lu Buwei, controlled the government without any regard for the mother-son relationship.
He would rather collude with an outsider than educate his own son.
When he finally grew up and held power in his hands, he did not hate her, but simply treated her as an insignificant person and gave her the status she deserved.
But no one expected that she could be so shameless as to keep a man in the palace and give birth to two sons.
If it weren't for Mu's nonsense after being poisoned and claiming that he was the Qin King's uncle, it is unknown how long this matter would have been concealed.
Such a mother found a godfather for him without his knowledge and even gave birth to a "brother".
How could Ying Zheng tolerate such a thing happening? He dealt with the group of people without hesitation, including the baby in the cradle that shouldn't have been there.
But he still did not take action against her, but just imprisoned her in the palace.
He never expected that his mother, whom he had never hated before, would hate him so much.
Well, the relationship between mother and son in this life has ended.
Let her go to hell with this hatred.
Ying Zheng calmed his mind and stopped thinking about it.
The most urgent task now is for Zhao Jun to wake up quickly. The Qin State cannot lose such a priest.
This kidnapping caused a huge commotion, alarming both the court and the harem, and also implicated the person in Huayang Palace.
For a moment, everyone in the palace had different thoughts.
There were also many people in the court who tried to inquire about it, but they were all completely suppressed by Ying Zheng's iron-blooded methods.
Silence soon returned and no one dared to discuss privately anymore.
Two days later, the storm has subsided and things seem to have returned to their former bustle.
However, Zhao Jun still did not wake up.
And it keeps heating up.
"Two days have passed, and there's still no improvement. What's the point of keeping you here?"
Ying Zheng suppressed his anger and looked at the row of imperial doctors kneeling below.
"My lord, we have tried every possible method, but the high fever is really beyond our control."
The one kneeling in the front was the imperial physician, who was also the one who treated Zhao Jun from the beginning.
"Is there really no way out?"
Ying Zheng looked at the kneeling imperial physicians, all of whom had worried expressions on their faces.
Although I know they have definitely tried their best, I still can't hide my anger.
"Your Majesty, this all depends on Lord Zhao's own will. Even if the great doctor Bian Que were here, he wouldn't be able to do anything about it."
The leading physician answered in a low voice, not daring to look at his expression.
"Bian Que."
Ying Zheng had heard of this person and was said to have great medical skills, but his whereabouts were mysterious and his current whereabouts were unknown.
"You do your best to treat him. No matter how long it takes, I will send someone to find Bian Que."
Ying Zheng glanced at Zhao Jun who was lying on the bed. His face was still red and his lips were dry and chapped.
Wait a little longer, you must hold on. She is a fairy, so she shouldn't die so easily.
He only watched for a moment and then retreated with his men, leaving Qingliu alone to take care of him.
Time passed little by little, and night fell. Qingliu stayed beside her, holding clean water to wipe her body.
After a while, the water in the basin became cold. Qingliu had basically finished wiping and walked out with the water.
Not long after she left, Zhao Jun, who had been sleeping soundly, opened his eyes with difficulty.
She felt that she was lying on the bed and should have been saved, but she had a splitting headache and a fever.
What's going on?
"Master, you finally woke up. It's worth it that I shouted myself hoarse."
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