Chapter 157 Care
The words "I am here" seemed to carry a strange magic.
Xiao Jingchi's slight trembling actually miraculously subsided a little.
He stopped crying and just stared at Chen He with his watery eyes, as if she was the only god who could save him from endless pain.
The air in the hall was still stagnant.
Upon seeing this, the imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief and his hands moved more skillfully.
The sweat on his forehead dripped down and soaked his collar.
Clean, apply medicine, and cover.
The shocking burn was finally carefully wrapped with a layer of white fine cotton gauze.
The imperial physician straightened up, wiped the sweat off his face, took out a pen and paper from the medicine box, quickly wrote down a prescription, and handed it to the little Quanzi who was already pale with fear beside him.
He turned to Concubine Lan and bowed respectfully.
"Empress Lan."
"Your Highness's injuries may look scary, but they are only superficial. No injuries have been done to the bones or muscles."
"Your Majesty, don't worry too much."
The imperial physician's voice was steady and powerful, trying to comfort the mother who was almost collapsed.
"Change the dressing on time every day, take the medicine on time, and rest for a while, and you will be cured."
Lanpin's eyes were fixed on her son's pale little face. Only after hearing these words did she seem to come back to her senses.
She suddenly grabbed the doctor's sleeve and her voice was hoarse.
"Imperial Physician! Medicine! You must use the best medicine!"
"No matter how much it costs, I must use the best medicinal herbs in the palace! I cannot let Chi'er have even a single scar!"
"Don't worry, Madam."
The imperial physician nodded, his tone full of unquestionable affirmation.
"Of course, the herbs I used are all the best in the treasury. They will help your Highness recover from his injuries and minimize the scars."
As he spoke, he took out an exquisite white jade bottle from his arms and handed it over.
"This is the holy medicine 'Zijin Wan' for clearing away heat and detoxifying."
"Your Highness may develop a fever tonight. If you do, divide this pill into four equal parts. Dissolve one part in warm water and give it to Your Highness. There is no need to panic."
Lanpin clutched the jade bottle tightly as if it were a life-saving straw.
The imperial physician's eyes swept across the entire room calmly.
He glanced at Chen He, who had been holding the Sixth Prince's hand tightly from beginning to end and was kneeling beside the couch like a guardian angel.
He glanced again at Concubine Lan, whose face was full of hatred and anxiety, but who had to endure it.
He sighed inwardly and spoke again.
"Empress Lan was also frightened and needs to rest well tonight."
"only……"
He changed the subject and looked back at Xiao Jingchi.
"Your Highness's mind is different from that of ordinary people. When frightened, he is easily unstable."
"Besides medication, tonight... I need more spiritual support."
"It would be best if there was someone who could stay with His Highness every step of the way, comfort him, and help him get through the night peacefully."
The imperial physician's words were just to the point.
But who in this hall could not hear the hidden meaning?
Who was the Sixth Prince shouting at so heartbreakingly just now?
Whose words made him calm down?
It goes without saying who this person is who can give him "spiritual support".
This was not only for the Sixth Prince's condition, but also to find a life-saving talisman for Shen He.
Otherwise, as soon as he left, Miss Shen would be eaten alive by the furious Concubine Lan.
Chen He felt warm in his heart and gave the imperial physician a grateful look.
Lanpin naturally understood it as well.
Her face turned pale and blue in an instant, which was a wonderful sight.
Let her hand over her son to this woman whom she hated to the core?
Make her admit that she, her own mother, is not as good as an outsider?
Her nails almost dug into the soft flesh of her palms.
The humiliation and unwillingness were like poisonous snakes, biting her heart madly.
But when she lowered her eyes, she saw her son's little hands clinging to the corner of Chen He's clothes, and his eyes that were only looking at Chen He...
All of Lanpin's anger and resentment eventually turned into an unfathomable powerlessness.
That's all.
As long as her Chi'er is fine.
As long as her Chi'er can be safe.
She took a deep breath, as if using up all her strength, and squeezed out a few words from between her teeth.
"I understand..."
She turned her head away, no longer looking at the glaring scene, and gave orders to the palace maid behind her in a cold voice.
"Tonight, Miss Shen, please stay here with me."
Lanpin's cold and harsh order was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water.
The palace maids and eunuchs in the hall came back to life in an instant as if they had been pardoned.
No one dared to look again. They bowed and filed out, even their footsteps were extremely light, for fear of disturbing this delicate balance.
The imperial physician also bowed deeply to the ground and quietly withdrew.
In the blink of an eye, only a handful of people were left in the huge Luoyang Palace.
The bitterness of herbs and the coolness of sandalwood intertwined in the air, making it hard to breathe.
Lanpin took one last look at her.
That look was filled with poison and also concealed a knife.
Chen He met her gaze without flinching or avoiding it, and slowly bent his knees, his voice clear and firm.
"Empress Lan, please have a good rest."
"I have a servant here."
She was neither humble nor arrogant, which was both a promise and an invisible declaration.
Lanpin's fingertips trembled slightly.
She said nothing, just snorted coldly and walked away.
That back figure was resolute yet a little embarrassed.
The air in the hall finally began to flow again.
Chen He slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, and only then did he feel the cold sweat oozing down his back.
She turned her head and her eyes fell on Xiao Jingchi's face.
Under the candlelight, his sleeping face looked pale and innocent, and his long eyelashes cast a fragile shadow.
The hand that was holding the corner of her clothes never let go.
Chen He's heart suddenly softened.
This night is destined to be sleepless.
The palace maids brought clean water and clean towels.
Chen He waved them away, personally wiped the sweat from Xiao Jingchi's forehead, and tucked in the quilt for him.
The night gradually deepened.
Everything was silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of the candle flame and the increasingly heavy breathing of the person on the couch.
Here it comes.
Shen He's heart trembled.
Just as the imperial physician had predicted, he began to have a fever.
Xiao Jingchi's body began to tremble slightly, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he was mumbling something unconsciously, but it was unclear.
"cold……"
Chen He immediately stood up and took out the small white jade bottle from his arms.
Following the imperial physician's instructions, she carefully broke out a quarter of the purple gold pill and dissolved it in warm water.
The medicine juice is light amber in color, glowing faintly in the night.
She lifted up Xiao Jingchi's upper body, let him lean on her arms, and slowly brought the spoon filled with medicine to his cracked lips.
"Your Highness, take your medicine."
"After taking the medicine, I feel better."
Her voice was as soft as a feather.
Xiao Jingchi seemed to feel that familiar breath in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.
He forced his eyes open, his hazy gaze wandering in the air for a moment, and finally, fixed firmly on Shen He's face, revealing a strange clarity and relief.
He did not struggle, but obediently opened his mouth and swallowed the slightly bitter medicine.
The effect of the medicine comes on quickly.
The heat on his body gradually subsided.
He calmed down and fell into a deep sleep again, but the way he leaned in her arms became more dependent.
Chen He didn't dare to move and just maintained the same posture until the sky turned pale.
…
After an unknown amount of time, Chen He was awakened by the numbness in his neck.
She suddenly opened her eyes and found that she had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed without knowing when.
He was wearing a dark outer robe.
The texture of the fabric, the faint scent of ambergris that remained on it, belonging to Xiao Jingchi...
Chen He's heart skipped a beat.
She raised her head and looked at the couch.
Xiao Jingchi was sleeping soundly, his breathing was steady and long, and his handsome face had regained some color.
Shen He stretched out his hand and carefully touched his forehead.
Warm.
The fever is gone.
She breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed completely.
At this moment, the palace door was gently pushed open.
A slender figure, holding a food tray, walked in on tiptoe.
It's Xiao Quanzi.
He placed the food tray on the table, then quickly walked to Chen He and lowered his voice, which was as thin as a mosquito's hum.
“Miss Shen, this is your breakfast.”
"Slave...I have something else to report."
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