Chapter 15: Infected Lu Zhifeng once again held Song Heng in his arms,...
Lu Zhifeng held Song Heng in his arms again and slowly walked towards the bedroom.
As his steps swayed, Song Heng felt comfortable in Lu Zhifeng's arms and fell asleep again.
[It's so rare to have a good sleep.] Song Heng thought drowsily.
[Aren’t you the one who sleeps well every day?] The system saw it and silently complained, but didn’t accept the reward.
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Life, which had been on track, fell into panic and chaos again due to the rising number of people infected with the epidemic.
After much effort, they had sufficient personnel and abundant supplies. It could be said to be a prosperous battle. Song Heng couldn't just stand by and watch the consequences of his hard work.
Once we return to the time before liberation.
In addition to managing and allocating personnel and infrastructure, Song Heng also kept a close eye on the epidemic situation. Even if he was busy every day, he would take time out to visit the Taoist temple.
He personally asked the doctor stationed at the Taoist temple, who was curing illnesses and trying hard to find a solution.
What is the specific situation?
Even a strong man would fall ill if he did it himself.
No surprise.
When Song Heng woke up again, his eyelids felt heavy. He tried to open them, but all he saw was a hazy blur. A thick fog blurred his vision, and the scene within his field of vision was blurry, white, and double, with only a vast expanse of blue before him.
Only the color of the blue mosquito net around the top of the bed.
After shaking twice, my head felt like a mess and I felt dizzy and groggy.
"Cough cough cough"
Before he could figure out what was going on with his eyes, Song Heng felt an itch in his throat and couldn't stop coughing.
For a long time, a trickle of blood flowed out from the corner of the pale mouth, staining the slender white fingers.
Mottled red marks meander across the back of the hand.
Song Heng was very busy, and Lu Zhifeng also had a lot to do, so he had to get up early every day.
Today is certainly no exception.
[Your Majesty had a long rest today. You must have had a good rest.]
Lu Zhifeng went back and forth to the bedroom several times, and was relieved to see that Song Heng showed no signs of waking up.
[Your Majesty finally knows how to pay attention to me.]
This time, back to the bedroom again.
"Bang~"
The copper basin in Lu Zhifeng's hand fell quietly to the ground.
The sun was setting, and Lu Zhifeng thought, if the person doesn't wake up, he should wake him up. He can't go without a meal for a whole day.
What he saw was this horrifying scene before his eyes.
After being hugged all night, I gently removed the hand on my waist and abdomen in the early morning.
Now it was being held between Song Heng's lips, stained with blood.
"Your Majesty!" Lu Zhifeng stumbled towards Song Heng, his five fingers trembling as he slowly placed them on Song Heng's blood-stained hand.
Song Heng had no time to care about anything else. This time, the muffled cough not only made his chest uncomfortable, but also caused dull pain in various parts of his body.
A month later, the scene reappeared before Lu Zhifeng's eyes.
In a trance, I saw again the person who was so uncomfortable lying on the bed.
Lu Zhifeng was extremely upset and hated himself for not investigating and studying Song Heng's specific illness in depth.
I just believed the doctor's words and jumped to conclusions.
What happens inside the house can be heard clearly outside.
"Call the doctor quickly." Lu Zhifeng gave the order immediately when he saw Wang Dequan running in.
Wang Dequan did not act immediately. He took out a rosewood box from under his whisk and from the lining of his clothes.
He handed it to Lu Zhifeng and made a gesture of invitation.
Click
Open the lid.
A blood-red pill.
Lu Zhifeng felt a pain in his thigh, and then disappeared quietly.
Song Heng's hands were hanging by his side, his nails were slightly blue, and his fingertips were white due to exertion. His wrists were even thinner due to fatigue today, and the veins on his wrists were bulging, faintly visible through the wide cuffs.
Perhaps it was because of the extreme pain, she subconsciously grabbed something, but when it touched Lu Zhifeng and hurt her, she put it away.
So, Lu Zhifeng held the blood-colored pill in one hand to examine it, and placed the other hand in front of Song Heng, gently prying open his tightly clenched fist to prevent Song Heng from exerting too much force and causing a fracture.
"Come on, open your mouth and take the medicine." Lu Zhifeng really couldn't figure out what was going on, and saw that Song Heng was in great pain.
"No...no." Driven by attraction, Song Heng struggled to wake up a little. Seeing that it was the same pill again, he spoke with difficulty, refusing in a halting manner.
After several attempts, Lu Zhifeng found that Song Heng was resisting and finally let him go.
It's just a desperate attempt to find a cure, and this doesn't look like a good thing.
"Manager Wang, please go down first. I'll be here."
"Okay, Master Imperial Master."
After clearing out the bedroom of other unimportant people, Lu Zhifeng picked up Song Heng and used the previous method to relieve Song Heng's discomfort.
After experiencing several severe coughing spells during this period, Song Hengsheng's illness this time, like the last time, got better.
This is what Lu Zhifeng saw. When Lu Zhifeng hugged Song Heng, the restlessness in his body gradually dissipated.
Just like when I went to court, I felt like a puppet, out of control.
Only in front of Lu Zhifeng.
Lu Zhifeng was exhausted after a long day and finally fell asleep. The temperature was like fire, burning. In his dream, Lu Zhifeng felt as if he was in a furnace, hugging a ball of fire.
hot,
Rising heat.
etc,
Something is wrong.
Lu Zhifeng suddenly woke up, and the hand he placed on Song Heng was emitting a constant stream of heat from Song Heng.
Yes, heat.
Realizing something was wrong, Lu Zhifeng immediately sat up and carefully put his hand on Song Heng's forehead.
hot.
Song Heng has a high fever.
Lu Zhifeng quickly asked someone to prepare cold water, and at the same time instructed Manager Wang to go and call a doctor.
The handkerchief was only washed two or three times and it also became stained with temperature.
"Your Majesty, wake up, wake up." There was no movement, no consciousness.
The doctor came in and out, but the cause of the previous vomiting of blood was still unclear.
This time there were signs of a high fever. After Song Heng woke up from his daze and asked a series of questions like those of a person infected with the plague, the diagnosis was confirmed.
Like the people in the Taoist temple, he was infected with the plague.
For a moment, the entire palace was in panic. Fortunately, Lu Zhifeng was in command and managed to settle the servants.
The palace is disinfected every day, and the place where Song Heng lives is also isolated.
As the plague spread, the people, whose lives had just returned to normal, kept a close eye on the developments in the palace.
This is a good person who saved them from danger.
"What happened? Why do I feel weird lately?" A middle-aged man who was picking sand on the riverbank noticed that the atmosphere had been tense these days, and asked the question like several people gathered around him.
"It seems like something happened in the palace."
"The palace? Could it be Lord Wang?" A woman with a loud voice suddenly spoke out.
Another woman made a gathering gesture and said, "I heard it from my nephew who works nearby."
The woman spoke mysteriously, her voice lowering even more, "It seems to be Lord Wang."
"Ah! How is that possible?"
"Yes, Lord Wang is a good man. Good people should have a peaceful life."
The woman shushed him, "Be careful, don't spread it around. It will be difficult if it gets out."
They understood that this matter could not be made public, so they kept silent, praying in their hearts that Song Heng would get better soon.
*
Rumors were spreading like wildfire outside, but Song Heng in the palace was fine.
Song Heng had to be thankful that the one facing these doctors now was himself, the original owner who had PTSD towards doctors.
How can I bear seeing so many doctors every day? That's fine, but those bowls of bitter, useless Chinese medicine are the real irritant.
Song Heng had been taking medicine every day these days, and he couldn't feel the discomfort in his body anymore. All that was left was the bitterness in his mouth.
It was so bitter that my whole body turned green, like a bitter gourd.
Lu Zhifeng, however, did not have the same optimistic attitude as Song Heng. Lu Zhifeng took precautions every day and took care of Song Heng every day.
Touching Song Heng's forehead which had a low fever every day, and looking at the small black spots that appeared on his body from time to time.
He said it was okay, but there was no smile on his face.
I was so worried that I turned into a bitter gourd.
"My dear, I'm fine. You have a gentle and handsome little face, but you look like a bitter melon every day. Why do you want to accompany me? I drink bitter medicine every day, and I'm as bitter as a bitter melon. My dear Lu, do you want to accompany me?"
"No, not at all." Lu Zhifeng quickly denied it, forcing himself to smile, and then looked at Song Heng.
Only then did he realize that Song Heng was actually teasing him.
"Hahaha, actually, two bitter melons are pretty good too. You are the big bitter melon, and I am the small bitter melon."
After this joke, the thin-skinned Lu Zhifeng became noticeably less talkative, as if he was overwhelmed by the excitement. Every time he came before, he would share with Song Heng what was happening in the city these past few days.
The actions remained the same, and Song Heng found that the candied fruit he ate after each meal became sweeter and sweeter.
What a hypocrite.
"System, send me the plot again." Song Heng couldn't stand drinking bitter medicine every day. Today, he was a little more energetic. He still had to find a solution.
"Here I come. 002 is at your service." The voice of the little black ball came from the sea of consciousness.
Looking through the plot again, Song Heng directly located what happened to the protagonist in Jiangnan.
The male protagonist is from Jiangnan, and the female protagonist is also from Jiangnan.
The male protagonist is a hermit who practices martial arts, and the female protagonist comes from a family of medicine...
...Wait, a medical family.
The author has something to say:
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The author took the kettle and said: "Water, water with nutrients." "Big bitter melon, small bitter melon, grow quickly! [Panda head]"
Song Heng & Lu Zhifeng: "..."
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