The imperial physician touched the little dragon's claws, then its belly, and based on years of experience, said to His Majesty:
"Your Highness, you may have caught a cold from soaking in water for too long, and you also have some indigestion. In the future, please don't drink so much water at once."
However, for everyone, the fact that dragons can get sick is absurd enough.
Aside from Emperor Chongle himself experiencing the extraordinary nature of the little dragon cub, in the eyes of others, the cub was almost becoming the lively yet fragile newborn they once knew.
They are no different from ordinary human babies.
His Majesty, who had zero experience in raising cubs, unusually felt panicked.
The cub in his arms was whimpering in discomfort, its eyes brimming with tears, and it was no longer as lively as before. It stopped making a fuss and was just listless, but it clung tightly to him, trying to find comfort in his arms.
This was the first time Emperor Chongle had experienced the fragility of a cub.
It looks like it could shatter and disappear if you're not careful.
It was just a tiny little dragon, thinner than his finger.
Emperor Chongle almost stopped breathing as he cradled the cub in his arms:
"Summon all the imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy! No matter what medicine it takes or how long it takes, you must cure the dragon cub! Otherwise, I'll have your heads rolled!"
The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling that His Majesty's transformation from a tyrant to a new father wasn't a good thing, since other new fathers wouldn't readily drag others down with them.
However, on the surface, he still had to remain calm and composed:
"Your Majesty, His Highness Prince Xiaolong has just caught a common cold. He will be fine after taking some medicine and sweating it out."
Emperor Chongle looked at the child who was still sobbing in his arms:
"This is so serious, how could it just be a common cold?!"
Is it possible that you are too nervous?
Sigh, he originally thought that being the emperor's imperial physician wouldn't involve any scheming and intrigue, because there were no messy harems requiring him to prescribe contraceptives or pregnancy-preserving pills every day. But now, with a little princess around, he also has to appease the emotions of patients' families.
“Your Majesty, perhaps His Highness is too young and is more sensitive to pain and other sensations, and you are by his side... Sick children will always act coquettishly towards the people closest to them.”
Upon hearing this, Emperor Chongle lowered his head and saw that the little creature was now completely wrapped around his wrist, trying to keep him by wrapping itself around him, unwilling to let him leave his side for even a moment.
Emperor Chongle finally understood the joys and sorrows of raising children.
He rubbed the dragon's head, still not entirely at ease, and had other imperial physicians come to diagnose it as well. After confirming that the little guy only had a common cold, he did not relax. The small pot for decocting medicine kept steaming, and the stove fire in the palace was also burned at its strongest.
No matter how much they coaxed Qianyuan, who hated taking medicine, they couldn't get her to drink it. It was only after Emperor Chongle had a plate of candied fruit brought out that they managed to get her to drink it, coaxing and feeding her at the same time.
After that, the cub always curled up to sleep, and Emperor Chongle, who was watching over him, also accidentally fell asleep.
Before going to sleep, Emperor Chongle couldn't help but think that this time the cub would probably cry to him in his dreams.
I just hope he won't tear the roof off again.
Repairing it would be too costly and exhausting for the people.
To Emperor Chongle's disappointment, he dreamed, but he didn't dream of the dragon version of Qianyuan.
Emperor Chongle opened his eyes in the palace. He opened the window and pushed open the door as if he knew the way well. He looked up at the sky for a long time, but the magnificent, beautiful and majestic dragon did not appear in front of him.
It wasn't until Emperor Chongle returned to his room that he heard rustling sounds.
He lifted his blankets and found the tiny little guy, still as thin as a finger, lying on his dragon bed, with a delicate little plate beside him containing the fresh pastries and fruits that the little guy hadn't been able to eat that day because of his stomachache.
Seeing that he had been caught red-handed by his father, the cub looked pitiful as he coughed and choked, trying to hide the food behind his back and use his tiny body to cover up his crime.
However, this time Emperor Chongle was not angry.
He simply reached out and tucked the cub into his arms, his tone devoid of any reproach:
"When you're not feeling well, you don't say anything. Now that you can't eat, you come to my dreams to steal food."
The cub seemed to sense Emperor Chongle's concern for him, and immediately relaxed, becoming unreasonably confident.
"Chirp chirp!"
But he didn't expect that Emperor Chongle would also be curious: "Can you taste the food you eat in your dream?"
Then the cub watched as its father picked up the food meant for the cub and took a bite.
Why is this dad fighting with his child for food?!
Seeing this, the cub assumed that Emperor Chongle was also hungry, so he turned his head and secretly spoke to the system in his head:
"Hey, some more rice, please!"
Main system: ......
Well, there's no other way but to spoil them.
Then, the small plate that Emperor Chongle had just emptied was filled with more pastries.
Emperor Chongle: "? Is it your divine power?"
The cub shook its head, a hint of pride appearing on its face:
Even at such a young age, the cubs are already feeding their fathers!
Good kid, bad dad!
When Emperor Chongle put down the plate, the cub sidled up to him, nuzzling him as if seeking praise.
Are you full? If not, the system will continue to feed you!
If Emperor Chongle knew that the food in the cub's hand was all obtained by him begging, he would definitely push the plate far away.
Unfortunately, he doesn't know that yet.
However, Emperor Chongle was not as attached to food as the cub. He put the plate back and said, "Eat it yourself, but don't eat too much, or you'll get indigestion in your dreams."
"Didn't you used to be able to talk in my dreams? Why aren't you talking now?"
The cub was in good condition before, and was able to express its own will through the system and grow larger according to its wishes. But now its illness has not been cured, so it has no intention of growing larger or smaller.
Moreover, I wonder if I scared Emperor Chong Le last time.
The cubs are actually very sensitive to other people's likes and dislikes, which is largely due to Qianyuan's experience of living with other people's families or staying in orphanages for a long time.
Sensation is almost an innate ability to keenly perceive other people's thoughts and feelings.
So the little guy could naturally sense that Emperor Chongle was indifferent to him at first, and did not feel much joy at his arrival.
Although the previous guardians also stumbled and struggled at first, groping their way through with the cubs and finding love and warmth in each other, the cubs also knew that this guardian was different from the previous ones.
Although he was human, he was extremely lacking in human emotions.
He was unmoved even by blood ties, so Qianyuan didn't dare to get close to him rashly.
Just like the original Qianyuan, she lived cautiously under the scrutiny of others.
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