Changchun Garden was very open, with few houses within a few miles, making it a perfect place for horse racing. And what about Yinzuo? After running with his two younger brothers, Yinlu and Yinyi, and a group of guards in the bitterly cold wind for a whole morning, he had successfully caught a cold.
"A-choo~~ Dexi, quickly bring me a handkerchief..."
Yinzuo was very ill this time, with all the symptoms of a cold: nasal congestion, runny nose, sneezing, fever, muscle aches all over the body... every one of them was present.
Kangxi's brows had been furrowed for the two days that Yinzuo was ill. When Yinzuo sneezed, Kangxi, who was sitting not far from him, frowned even more. He turned his head to look at the basket full of silk handkerchiefs in front of Yinzuo, and then looked at Doctor Wang who was standing beside him.
"Doctor Wang, he's been taking this medicine for two days, but there's no sign of improvement. Look at the way he's sneezing. If it doesn't help, adjust the prescription a little bit..."
Hey, Your Majesty, haven't you heard the saying that illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes like a thread being pulled out? I've always said I'm human, not a god, so how can I cure all illnesses with just one medicine? I've only been taking the medicine for two days, and you're so anxious! And what do you mean by no improvement at all? Let's just say, has the fever subsided?
As the saying goes, a higher rank can crush a lower rank. Even if Doctor Wang's heart was as bitter as coptis root, could he say anything? Now he could only accept his fate and go forward to help Yinzuo feel the pulse, and then adjust the prescription according to Kangxi's requirements.
As everyone knows, drinking medicine is a century-old problem that Yinzuo has not been able to overcome for many years. Even though he has been in the Qing Dynasty for more than 20 years and has adapted to almost everything here, he still cannot adapt to the taste shock brought to him by the bitter medicine soup.
"Yinzuo, stop dawdling and drink the medicine while it's still hot. If you dare to pretend to obey me and secretly spit it out into the basket like you did yesterday, I'll show you how I'll deal with you."
Even if Kangxi indulged Yinzuo, there was no room for negotiation when it came to making him drink medicine. If Yinzuo made him angry, he would really be cruel enough to have someone hold Yinzuo down and force him to drink the medicine.
Now, whether he stuck his head out or hid it, he would be in danger. Since it was obvious that he could not escape, Yinzuo simply stopped struggling. He picked up the medicine bowl and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and drank the medicine in one breath.
"Preserved fruit, preserved fruit, Dexi, hurry up and bring the preserved fruit over here..."
How could Dexi not know that his master was most afraid of taking medicine? As early as when Yinzuo picked up the medicine bowl, he was already waiting there with a plate of candied fruit. Hearing Yinzuo's order, he immediately stuffed the small plate in his hand into his master's hand.
He pinched a candied fruit and put it in his mouth, chewing it for a long time. After the bitter medicinal taste in his mouth was gradually replaced by the sweetness of the candied fruit, Yinzuo felt like he was alive again. He put the small plate in his hand on the small table in front of him, slipped off the couch, walked to Kangxi in his slippers and peeked in.
"Father, you've been here for two days now. My son's fever has subsided and he's fine now. Why don't you go back to Qingxi Book House and rest for a while? This cold becomes more contagious the longer it's passed. If he gets sick, he'll be miserable..."
Kangxi is now old and his health is not as good as before. Once he gets sick, he will naturally not recover as quickly as young people like Yinzuo. Yinzuo himself is now experiencing the discomfort of the cold and naturally does not want his father to experience it too.
Although what Yinzuo said sounded very reasonable, the same old saying still applies: Kangxi knew his son's character very well. He was really worried about leaving Yinzuo alone. After all, when there is no tiger in the mountain, the monkey becomes king.
"It's not impossible for me to go back to Qingxi Book House. In this case, I will leave Wanquan with you. His task is also very simple, which is to watch you drink the medicine every day..."
Yinzuo had now accepted his fate and had no objection to Kangxi's arrangement. He nodded obediently and called Liang Jiugong over to help Kangxi go back.
Although it is said that illness heals slowly, Yinzuo felt that his recovery was a little too slow. It had been almost ten days in total, and he was still coughing.
"Doctor Wang, I have a question for you. Do we have any medicine that works instantly? Look at me, my cough is like it's on vibrate mode. Doesn't it look good?"
Putting aside the question of whether it looks good or not, just seeing that you can still speak so fluently, it seems that this cough is not as serious as you say, and it is also effective immediately? Let's say that you are embarrassing the doctor like this. Is this a unique family skill of yours?
"In reply to your Highness, I know you are very anxious, but let's not be anxious. First of all, I am a doctor. Secondly, I am a doctor. I cannot produce medicine that works immediately..."
Okay, I understand. What you mean, old man, is, don't embarrass me? Yinzuo looked up at Doctor Wang, who was obviously desperate. He sighed helplessly, resignedly picked up the medicine bowl in front of him, then held his breath, closed his eyes and drank the medicine.
Although Doctor Wang is not a god, he can definitely be called a miracle doctor. Although his medicine does not work immediately, after taking the adjusted prescription for a few days, Yinzuo's cough symptoms are basically cured.
Yinzuo had been staying in the house for more than ten days. What a thrill it was when he was finally free. Have you ever seen Sun Wukong who was rescued from the Five Finger Mountain? He looks just like that now. That guy was so lively that Kangxi once thought that his son's genes had mutated after he fell ill.
"Yinzuo, could you please find a place to sit down? I'm getting dizzy from all the walking around. Liang Jiugong, go to the imperial kitchen and ask the chef to make a bowl of bird's nest for your Sixth Master. He's lost a lot of weight since this illness, and his complexion is really ugly. He needs more nutrition..."
Yinzuo had a stuffy nose, cough and sore throat a few days ago, so his appetite was naturally not very good. He ate only to complete the task assigned to him by Kangxi, and he forced himself to eat a few bites every day to get by. If he didn't lose weight, it would be strange if his complexion was any better.
Although it is well known that bird's nest is the saliva of swallows, it has not affected everyone's enthusiasm for this thing. Although Yinzuo does not like to drink this thing, he is unwilling to refuse Kangxi's kindness. He empties his mind and thinks about nothing, so it is not that he cannot drink it.
"Father, please don't let anyone stew this for your son from now on. Chicken soup, duck soup, red date and white fungus soup, winter melon and pork ribs soup... which one is not better than drinking this swallow's saliva..."
Should I say that Yinzuo would ruin the atmosphere? He had finished his bird's nest, but the one in front of Kangxi was only half drunk. After hearing what he said, there was no way he could drink any more.
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