33 Chapter 33
◎Being sick. ◎
It is the season transition from autumn to winter, and children are prone to getting sick. Their resistance is poor, and Fusu often forgets that he has such a fragile body. He runs around like an adult. If this goes on for a long time, his body will surely seize the opportunity to sound the alarm.
The medicine of the Qin Dynasty was second to none in that era, but it was also inevitably superstitious. While doctors were treating patients, there were also shamans practicing witchcraft. The combination of medicine and theology was quite characteristic of the times.
Fusu was a little dazed from the fever, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh: "Should I copy down the Compendium of Materia Medica?"
Li Ying was wiping Fusu's body with wine. Fusu's voice was so quiet that only he could hear it. He also whispered back, "There are also Shennong's Herbal Classic, Huangdi's Internal Classic, and Treatise on Febrile Diseases. My dear young master, since you are ill, don't worry about other things. Just focus on recuperating."
At this time, the doctor had already written a prescription. Because the eldest son, who was favored by the king, was sick, the doctor who came was also the best in the palace. He saluted respectfully and said, "I will go down to boil the medicine. If the eldest son is sleepy now, he can take a nap first." Then he asked Li Ying to stay by Fusu's side and not leave, and to send someone to call him immediately if anything happened, and then he withdrew.
Even without the doctor's advice, Li Ying didn't dare to leave. With the current level of medical care, even the slightest illness could be fatal. He was not confident in letting Fusu receive purely ancient treatment.
Li Ying poured another bowl of wine. He sniffed it and muttered, "This wine is too weak. I should improve my winemaking skills first so that I can have high-purity liquor next time I have a fever."
Fusu was about to fall asleep, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but retort: "No, grain can't be used to make wine..."
With the current grain production, we can’t even feed everyone, and we still have to make wine. Wouldn’t that cause chaos in the world?
"I know, I know..." Li Ying said hurriedly, "I just said it casually. I won't make wine. Young Master, go to sleep. I won't say anything."
Fusu only heard the three words "no wine brewing" and fell into a deep sleep with peace of mind.
When he woke up again, Fusu saw his father reading bamboo slips beside the couch.
Fusu’s first thought was, why hasn’t paper been popularized throughout the Qin State? The court officials are so slow in doing things.
He opened his mouth: "Father..."
Fusu's voice was hoarse because he slept for too long. His throat hurt when he spoke, and his voice was very low. However, this small noise also alarmed Ying Zheng. He didn't even bother to put down the bamboo slips and turned to look at his eldest son.
When Ying Zheng asked someone to take care of Fusu, Li Ying stayed behind. Seeing Fusu wake up, he quickly poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him: "Your Majesty, let the eldest son drink some water to moisten his throat first."
Fusu leaned on the bed and drank a bowl of water in one breath from Li Ying's hand. His throat finally felt a little better: "More."
Ying Zheng frowned and ordered, "Go pour it again."
This time the eunuch next to him also took action. Fusu drank three bowls of water in one breath before he felt that he was alive again.
After drinking the water, Fusu was pushed back into the quilt by his father. His chubby little face turned pale because of his illness. Ying Zheng raised his hand and gently touched his forehead and asked, "Fusu, what's wrong with you?"
Fusu shook his head and said softly, "Okay, Father, don't worry, I'm fine."
Ying Zheng, however, didn't believe him. Looking at his eldest son's pale face and lips, he sighed softly, "You're not telling the truth to Father anymore? Fusu, is it because Father is putting too much pressure on you?"
Fusu hurriedly shook his head again: "No! Father, it's none of your business. I'm not tired, it's just... cough cough!"
Ying Zheng had never taken care of a patient before. Seeing Fusu coughing anxiously, he frantically raised his hand to pat Fusu, and became anxious himself: "What are you anxious for? Speak slowly."
Fusu recovered quickly and said aggrievedly, "It was my father who got anxious first."
Ying Zheng did not want to argue with his sick eldest son, and simply said, "You should take good care of yourself and don't do anything for the next few days."
"That would be very boring, Father. Since I can't do anything, can I read a book?" Fusu begged, pulling his father's sleeve.
"No." Ying Zheng refused coldly and stuffed Fusu's hand back into the quilt, "Don't let it get cold."
"Where is the eldest master's medicine?" Ying Zheng turned around and asked the eunuch.
The person in charge of the medicine immediately replied, "Your Majesty, it will take another half a quarter of an hour before the eldest son can take the medicine."
Fusu smacked his lips and said, "No wonder my mouth feels bitter. Did I take medicine when I slept?"
When Fusu took the medicine for the first time, Ying Zheng didn't know that his eldest son was sick. He waited until he finished his work before the people around him returned.
He said with a straight face, "If you are sick, you must take medicine. I will ask someone to bring you some snacks."
The eunuch was about to leave when he heard this, but Li Ying stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, you can't eat sweets when you're sick."
"Hmm?" Ying Zheng frowned.
Li Ying hurriedly added, "It was the eldest master who taught me!"
Facing Li Ying's pleading eyes, and the fact that he was standing up for himself, Fusu could only say reluctantly: "Well, you can't eat it."
Ying Zheng consciously understood that this was also the teaching of the previous king. He nodded and waved his hand to let people go, which meant that Fusu would not be given any dessert.
Fusu sighed deeply, which made Ying Zheng laugh. He tucked the corner of the quilt for Fusu and said, "When you get better, I will have someone make as many snacks as you want."
Fusu said aggrievedly, "I can't eat it now, Father. Can I really not eat any of it at all?"
Ying Zheng shook his head. He leaned over to look at Fusu's face and said, "When you feel better, you can have some snacks. If you want to have some snacks, get better soon, okay?"
Fusu saw the worry in his father's eyes, smiled at him obediently, and assured him: "Father, I will definitely get better soon, don't worry."
Ying Zheng took the medicine presented by the eunuch and said, "It's just a minor illness. Father is not worried, and you don't have to be afraid either. After taking the medicine, Fusu will be well tomorrow."
Fusu propped himself up and sat up, then drank the medicine in one gulp. He stuck out his tongue and said, "Father, this is really bitter."
Li Ying brought a glass of water to Fusu for him to rinse his mouth, and then he lay back down again.
"Father, what time is it?" Fusu asked while holding the quilt.
Ying Zheng was so worried about Fusu that he didn't pay much attention to the time. He turned his head and looked over.
The attendant hurriedly reported the time: "Your Majesty, it is a quarter to midnight."
It was almost ten o'clock. In ancient times, people would have woken up at this time. Fusu exclaimed, "It's so late, father..."
Ying Zheng interrupted him: "Still worrying about me, you fool. Take care of your illness first!"
Fusu stopped talking and just looked at his father with his big eyes, which were full of water and looked like he was about to cry in front of him.
Ying Zheng: “…”
"...I will go back to bed." Ying Zheng was worried that his eldest son would not be able to recover from his illness, so he had to admit defeat this time.
Fusu hurriedly said, "Father, take care! I'm sorry I can't stand up to see you off."
Ying Zheng rubbed his face and scolded him with a smile: "As you wish, little guy, even the King of Qin is afraid of you. All diseases must stay away from you."
Fusu nodded obediently: "Father, your words are as good as gold. I will be well soon!"
"Have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you will be free of all illnesses." After patting Fusu's little face with his big hand, Ying Zheng got up and left.
When they arrived at the door, Ying Zheng ordered the servants who came to see the king off to take good care of the eldest son, and if there was any mistake, they would be severely punished.
After accepting the King of Qin's intimidation, Li Ying came back and quietly complained to Fusu: "Your father is like a domineering president."
Fusu chuckled and said, "Boss, it's against the law for you to kill someone, but my father doesn't."
Li Ying: “…” The King of Qin is amazing.
Li Ying said: "You are a patient, I won't argue with you."
Fusu yawned and muttered, "I just woke up, why am I sleepy again?"
Li Ying said: "When you are sick, you feel sleepy. I feel the same way."
"Oh, thank you..." Fusu said vaguely and closed his eyes.
Li Ying was stunned. What was he thanking for? He looked at Fusu, but couldn't ask because Fusu had already fallen into a sweet dream again.
When he woke up again, it was bright daylight. A palace maid was standing by his bed. Seeing Fusu awake, she hurriedly asked, "Master, are you feeling better?"
Fusu said, "Water."
The palace servants had already prepared suitable water. When they heard the call, someone brought it over. This time, Fusu only took two sips and then stopped.
He asked the palace maids to leave and only left the eunuch in the room. He took care of his bladder problem, washed his hands and changed his clothes before letting everyone in.
Fusu ordered: "Go and report to the king that I have woken up and my fever is gone. Please don't worry."
After the eunuch took the order and left, Fusu asked again, "Where is Li Ying?"
The palace maid replied, "He stayed with the eldest son all night and went to bed at daybreak."
"Hmm." Fusu lazily slumped on the couch, exhausted, staring blankly at the curtains. He asked again, "What time is it now?"
Fusu slept for more than ten hours, and he woke up at a coincidence, just when it was time to take his medicine.
Fusu covered his head and groaned, "Still taking medicine."
Of course, he still had to take the medicine. Not only the medicine, but also the food was prepared. After taking the medicine, the palace people immediately asked Fusu if he wanted to eat.
Because of his illness, Fusu actually had no appetite, but he was not a real child after all. He knew that if he did not eat to replenish energy, his illness would heal slowly, so even though he had no appetite, he still forced himself to eat a bowl of meat porridge.
Someone came to visit him just after he finished his meal. Li You and the other three knew that Fusu was ill yesterday, and they all came to see him, but Fusu was asleep at that time and didn't know.
For fear of infecting others, Fusu did not meet them. He just sent someone out to tell them that he was well again and asked them to rest assured and go to class.
Afterwards, Meng Hua asked someone to send in a piece of calligraphy he had written to show that he was studying hard.
Fusu, who was not in the mood, lay back on the bed after dinner. Seeing Meng Hua's efforts, he felt that he could not be so idle. He immediately asked someone to move the desk to the couch, and brought paper and pen, and began to write and draw slowly.
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