Following Physician Zhu's instructions, Lin Qingwan first wiped Zhao Cong's armpits, both sides of his neck, and palms.
Then, she carefully took off Zhao Cong's shoes and socks, and used another clean handkerchief dipped in white wine to wipe the soles of his feet. Even though the movements were very light, he still noticed something, but he was delirious from the fever and moved his feet slightly.
"Get down," he mumbled groggily. "No need to serve me here."
Lin Qingwan smiled bitterly; she wanted to go down and also wanted to get out.
But since the Crown Prince won't get better, she can't leave.
"Your Highness, please bear with it. Physician Zhu said that physical cooling methods should be used until the medicine takes effect in your body," she said softly to the unconscious Zhao Cong.
Zhao Cong felt as if he were in a scorching sea of fire. Her voice was like the cool air blowing from an iceberg, which felt very comfortable on his face, so he stopped resisting and let her wipe the above-mentioned areas several more times.
After wiping, Lin Qingwan slumped to the ground, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and joked that she hadn't been this tired even after washing clothes all night.
Physician Zhu's eyes seemed to pierce into the tent, and his voice drifted in through the curtain, "Miss Qingwan, all the areas I mentioned need to be rubbed, especially a certain spot, where the effect is best!"
"Thank you for your hard work."
Lin Qingwan pouted, "Okay."
All areas, all areas, except the groin!
Zhao Cong's inner garment opened easily with a pull. Because he was already used to applying ointment to his back, he felt no discomfort wiping his armpits and the sides of his neck.
Zhao Cong's well-defined face, when his eyes were closed, lost its usual aloofness and made him seem more approachable.
Lin Qingwan stared intently at Zhao Cong's loose trousers, knowing they could be easily pulled off.
but···
Before she could even move, she felt flustered and her hands trembled. Several times she leaned over but fell back to her original position. In the end, she felt weak without even touching anything.
She used to think that seeing her biological parents was the hardest thing in her life. After returning to the Prime Minister's mansion, she felt that finding a place she liked to wait for death was the hardest thing. Later, she thought that getting rid of the Prime Minister's mansion and getting out of the blood ties would be harder than life and death.
Now she felt that none of that mattered; the hardest thing was taking off the young master's pants.
This was the first time in Lin Qingwan's life that she felt so worried she wanted to cry.
Physician Zhu pressed himself against the tent flap, practically whispering in her ear, and coaxed, "Miss Qingwan, are you finished wiping?"
"Trust me, the Crown Prince will definitely be able to get through tonight after this treatment."
"Let's take it one night at a time, and then another day after another, shall we?"
Lin Qingwan looked dejected. "Can you please stop talking?"
Physician Zhu immediately shut his mouth and held his breath.
Lin Qingwan breathed a sigh of relief. The Crown Prince had saved her many times, so she might as well take off her pants.
She leaned closer, reached out her hand, and closed her eyes.
Gently pinch the fabric at your crotch, take a deep breath, and pull hard!
"What are you doing?"
Zhao Cong's eyes were burning red, and he suddenly opened them without knowing why. Then a chill ran down his lower body, making his scalp tingle.
He stared blankly at Lin Qingwan.
Lin Qingwan was already feeling guilty and nervous, and Zhao Cong's sudden words startled her so much that she screamed and backed away, forgetting that she was still holding the Crown Prince's trousers.
The fabric was all silky brocade, which made a crisp, tearing sound.
The camp was so quiet that not even a breath could be heard.
Even when Zhao Cong faced death on the battlefield, he never showed such a shocked and indignant expression.
His perfectly good pair of pants were torn, his muscular thighs were exposed to the air, and his snow-white underpants clung to his skin like a terrified girl, trembling.
The underpants weren't loose, and their shape and silhouette were clearly visible.
Zhao Cong said hoarsely, "Lin Qingwan, what...what do you want to do!"
His expression was one of forced exhaustion, his voice was hoarse, and his clothes were torn; he looked like a pitiful victim who had been bullied.
Lin Qingwan covered her face with her hands, feeling like a complete scoundrel.
Zhao Cong was running a fever, his breathing was labored, and he was panting heavily. He sat up, awkwardly covering a certain area with his hands, and angrily pulled the robe next to him to cover himself.
My cheeks were burning hot again. "You...you're absolutely outrageous!"
Lin Qingwan was on the verge of tears. "Your Highness, it was Physician Zhu who instructed us to use physical methods to lower your fever and wipe your body with a handkerchief soaked in alcohol."
"Palms, soles, sides of the neck, armpits, and groin."
"Shut up!" Zhao Cong subconsciously pulled his robes up, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
Lin Qingwan's expression, as if she wanted to disappear into the ground, convinced him that she meant no harm. Then, she lowered her voice and said, "Zhu An!"
Physician Zhu was startled and said from outside, "It's good that the Crown Prince is awake, it's good that he's awake."
"It seems that my method is very good, and Miss Qingwan has done a good job as well."
Zhao Cong gritted his teeth.
He was indeed awake. He and Lin Qingwan sat facing each other. As his body temperature gradually returned to normal, it was dawn.
Cang Ying delivered breakfast to the front of the tent.
Lin Qingwan, like a criminal awaiting punishment, dared not breathe too loudly. She glanced at the Crown Prince, who was motionless and covered by his robe, and said helplessly to Cang Ying, "Eunuch Cang, please get the Crown Prince a change of clothes."
Cang Ying's hands trembled, and the imperial physicians behind her exchanged glances, pretending not to have heard.
"This servant will go immediately."
Cang Ying thought to herself, "Isn't it Lin Qingwan who should be changing her clothes?"
Bah! What is he thinking! The Crown Prince isn't that kind of person!
Lin Qingwan squatted by the tent curtain and drank a bowl of millet porridge. Her heart and emotions, which had been hanging in suspense all night, gradually relaxed.
At worst, I'll just die.
She brought in the millet porridge, but before she even got close to the cushion, Zhao Cong said casually, "Just put it on the table."
"Yes." Lin Qingwan saw his tired face. "Your Highness, I forgot to ask if you need to change your underpants."
Zhao Cong's emotions, which he had finally managed to calm down, were like pebbles falling into a pond, creating ripples. His usually cold eyes trembled slightly. "No need."
"oh."
"Then I'll apply the medicine for you later." She frowned as she said this. "Although the ointment has controlled the worsening of the rash, the effect is only so-so. I prepared a prescription yesterday, and I've already had Physician Zhu prepare it."
"If it works for other patients, then I'll apply it to you."
Zhao Cong saw that she was no different from yesterday, and felt a tightness in his chest. How could she pretend that nothing had happened?
Lin Qingwan bowed and walked towards the low table, but he called out to her, "Lin Qingwan."
Calling her by her full name made her heart skip a beat. "The Crown Prince gave the order."
Zhao Cong gazed at her, a flurry of emotions swirling in his heart, before finally softening unexpectedly, his voice gentle as he said, "You didn't rest last night, stop this and get some sleep."
He stood up after speaking, forgetting that he was only wearing a robe around his waist...
So the prince rose with such poise, and his robes slipped off mercilessly.
Lin Qingwan blinked several times, then looked at Zhao Cong.
Zhao Cong's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He almost instinctively reached out to cover his eyes, but after realizing what was happening, he turned slightly to the side, frowned, and said, "Cover your eyes!"
Lin Qingwan belatedly realized what was happening, first turning around and then covering her eyes.
Then her ears turned as red as if they were dripping blood.
This has nothing to do with her.
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