Lin Qingwan took a deep breath and told herself over and over again that it was just a medical consultation, not flirting with the Crown Prince!
But perhaps because Feng'er had been nagging her too much, her face was burning hot, and she didn't dare to look up for a long time. In addition, the Crown Prince didn't respond for a long time, and the deafening silence tormented her.
Lin Qingwan had no handkerchief to twist, so she held her skirt with both hands hanging down at her sides, pinching it, putting it down, pinching it again, and putting it down again.
"Your Highness, the imperial physician says it's very likely starting on the waist. If red rashes are visible on the back of the neck, it might be on the back..."
She spoke those words with difficulty, having thought through each and every one of them.
Before he could finish speaking, he felt Zhao Cong's purplish-red robe slide down in front of him like a waterfall.
Lin Qingwan's eyes widened, and she held her breath for a few seconds.
Zhao Cong's back was broad and thick, every muscle looking as if it had been meticulously sculpted. Ten years on the frontier had tempered him into someone with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, with firm and smooth muscle lines, unlike the stereotypical image of a burly general.
Zhao Cong didn't consider himself a pretentious person, but he was usually served by eunuchs or guards, rarely even maids. Now, with Lin Qingwan staring at his back, though he couldn't see her expression, he felt...
I want to put my clothes back on.
Wait, I can't even hear her breathing anymore. Is it because her back is covered in unsightly red rashes?
Even he himself didn't realize that what he cared about wasn't the severity of the rash, but rather that it made her feel uncomfortable.
Zhao Cong pursed his lips and waited for a moment, which was actually only a blink of an eye, but in the current situation, every second felt like an eternity.
His profile was taut. "Have you finished reading? Is it serious?"
His reminder brought Lin Qingwan back to her senses, and she realized that she was not breathing and her heart and lungs were pounding.
She immediately took two deep breaths, then lowered her eyelashes, her peripheral vision involuntarily glancing at her sunken waist.
She covered her cheeks with both hands because it was too hot, and the heat was spreading all the way to her ears and neck.
"It's...it's alright."
"Not much on the back, but some on the waist and lower back."
She replied hastily, her mind in turmoil, and turned away, saying, "I'll go tell the imperial physician."
After walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned back, closed his eyes, picked up Zhao Cong's undergarment, and tossed it up on tiptoe, thus serving the Crown Prince as he changed clothes.
Zhao Cong heard her run out with unsteady footsteps and let out a helpless laugh.
Then slowly pull down the clothes covering your head.
Yes, she went too far.
No one in the entire Da Ning dared to completely protect the Crown Prince.
Lin Qingwan caught a whiff of the cold air outside through the tent flap. Luckily, she didn't have to go out and meet anyone, otherwise, how would she explain blushing like this!
Just then, a royal physician outside asked, "Eunuch Cang, who is serving the Crown Prince inside...?"
Cang Ying's voice was very calm, and there was no sign that he was talking nonsense. "I have a little eunuch under my command."
"I was watching over the medicine for the Crown Prince. She moved so quietly that I told her to wait inside, but I never expected..."
The imperial physicians nodded, "Just be quick-witted."
Actually, many people saw Lin Qingwan enter, but they were all Zhao Cong's confidants and wouldn't say anything. However, when she went to see Physician Zhu, although she was wearing a white robe that had been scented with perfume, some people still recognized her.
One of the older imperial physicians knew what was going on: "It's good that he's someone trained by Eunuch Cang, since he's the only one who can serve the Crown Prince right now."
That's a profound statement. If the Crown Prince recovers, the situation will likely be different when the person inside comes out.
At this moment, Lin Qingwan still did not understand what the imperial physician meant by "cleverness".
But she soon found out.
So when Lin Qingwan returned, she walked even slower than before.
But this tent was only a foot square; even ants could move it over there.
Zhao Cong sat in the chair, having just tied the last sash, and seeing her expression, he couldn't help but frown. "Does this mean I won't live for many more days? You look like you're attending a funeral."
The pleats on both sides of Lin Qingwan's skirt became more pronounced.
Upon hearing this, she wished she could disappear into the ground. "Young Master..."
Zhao Cong rested his hands on his knees, gazing intently at her, finding it amusing. In his memory, she had just coughed up blood and was barely clinging to life, yet her eyes and tone remained remarkably calm.
This is the first time I've ever seen anything like this.
"Mm." He answered quickly, his voice sounding relaxed.
Lin Qingwan bit her lip, using all her strength to control her uncontrollable thoughts, and said softly, "That... the imperial physician gave me the medicine."
"And then?" Zhao Cong saw the medicine bottle in her hand and assumed it contained pills to be swallowed.
Her tense body suddenly relaxed, as if giving up on something, and she said helplessly, "Wipe it once every hour."
"Should the Crown Prince wipe it now or wait?"
Zhao Cong's eyes widened slightly, and he understood why she looked like this.
The rash is on his back, so he can't see it himself. Even if he could see it, he couldn't reach it, and the rash might not be on the areas he could reach.
That was her applying the medicine to herself.
That's nothing really, so why does she look so unwilling?
Because she had a lot of red rashes? Because they looked unsightly? Or was she afraid of getting infected?
But either way, it's only natural.
He paused for a moment, then said, "Let Cangying come in and serve you."
Lin Qingwan didn't expect him to say that, and immediately said, "If Eunuch Cang comes in, he'll get infected. If he gets sick, who will take care of things around you?"
Zhao Cong frowned. "Then just find any eunuch to come in. If he dies from the infection, give him a proper burial."
Lin Qingwan's heart tightened.
When he first discovered the rash, he strictly ordered everyone else not to approach, but now another life is at stake.
"This humble servant will assist Your Highness in applying the medicine." She stepped forward, "Please trouble Your Highness to remove your clothes."
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