The temperature inside the tents rose day by day.
Lin Qingwan also comforted Zhao Cong, saying that it was just the two of them inside and she promised she would never tell anyone, even if she were beaten to death.
Zhao Cong gave a cold laugh. Is that the point?
Even more embarrassingly, although Lin Qingwan was huddled in the corner with her back to her and her face covered, she could still clearly hear the subtle sounds of Zhao Cong changing clothes.
After Zhao Cong changed, he couldn't help but glance at her, and her bright red ears and neck made his blood boil.
Is it getting hot again?
Zhao Cong touched his forehead; there was nothing there.
That's the thick clothes that Cang Ying brought over.
It's better if it's thicker, so she doesn't tear it again.
No, what is he thinking!
Okay, when Zhao Cong's ears started to burn, he understood why Lin Qingwan's ears were red.
He coughed lightly, "Alright."
Lin Qingwan moved a couple of times along the edge of the tent. "I... I'll go wait for Physician Zhu to come and ask how the ointment is."
Zhao Cong said, "Come here."
Lin Qingwan nearly tripped over her own foot with her left, staggering a few steps. "What are the Crown Prince's orders?"
Zhao Cong stared straight at her. "I want you to come here."
Although he emphasized his words, his tone lacked any of his usual sternness and coldness.
Lin Qingwan thought he was going to settle scores with her, so she knelt down with a thud. "Your Highness, please calm down. I really didn't mean to tear your clothes. If you want to punish someone, punish Physician Zhu."
After saying that, he asked hesitantly, "Is it okay?"
This was the first time Zhao Cong had ever seen her ask for help; she was much more interesting than her previous cold and clear-headed demeanor.
He almost forgot that he himself was a boring person, yet he found Lin Qingwan interesting.
"Just tear it up."
"Besides, you did it to help me reduce my fever."
Lin Qingwan felt as if she had been granted a pardon; it was wonderful that you thought that way.
Zhao Cong's eyes darkened slightly, and he said again, "Why are you so nervous? I didn't ask you to take responsibility."
Lin Qingwan's eyelids twitched. Take responsibility? This sounded a bit off.
"come over."
Zhao Cong shifted his position and patted the empty space beside the bed. "Come up and sleep."
Lin Qingwan swallowed hard. "No, no need. I'm not sleepy."
Zhao Cong bent down, grabbed her slender wrist, and dragged her up without saying a word, saying, "Just sleep if I tell you to."
"But I am still waiting for Physician Zhu..."
"I await his arrival."
"But..." Lin Qingwan felt uncomfortable as soon as her buttocks touched the bed, as if a nail had been stuck in it.
Zhao Cong stared at her intently from close range, and the slightest pressure he exerted was enough to make her even more nervous.
"If you don't rest now, what will I do if the poison takes effect?"
Lin Qingwan blurted out, "It's been a long time since Physician Zhu woke me up on New Year's Eve..."
"Shh." Zhao Cong placed his finger on her soft lips. "There are some things you shouldn't say."
Too close.
She was so close that she felt Zhao Cong's eyelashes almost brush against her nose. Her breath caught in her throat, her cheeks flushed, but she couldn't escape.
Zhao Cong is also hot.
The closer I get to her, the hotter I feel; the more I look at her, the hotter I feel.
Speaking of deadly poison, I am reminded that her body is filled with his blood, and the pink hue that shines through her snow-white skin is also the color of blood he gave her.
He's the one who dyed it red.
Zhao Cong's breathing became very short and rapid.
Lin Qingwan placed her hands on his chest, her long, drooping eyelashes seemingly her last act of protection. "I...I'll sleep."
"Could you...let me go?"
Zhao Cong's eyes darkened, his lips curved into a smile, and he released his grip. "I'll watch you sleep."
Lin Qingwan: ......
She shrank to the very back of the bed, trying to close her eyes tightly, but she could still feel his gaze. She turned her back to him, looking somewhat unhappy.
But then I remembered I'd torn someone's pants...
Zhao Cong got up and left, his whereabouts unknown.
Lin Qingwan slowly relaxed, and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she felt sleepy.
Physician Zhu, with dark circles under his eyes, came over excitedly. He only vaguely saw a figure in the tent and assumed it was Lin Qingwan.
"Miss Qingwan, the rashes on several people have shrunk!"
"You're practically a miracle doctor! You're much better than those old men in the Imperial Hospital who only know how to collect their salaries."
He spoke in a loud voice, and all the old men who received salaries nearby heard him, but dared not speak out in anger.
"I have already had someone purchase the medicinal herbs you need, and we will work overtime to prepare them today."
"Once the rash subsides, the nighttime fever can be controlled."
"I'll extract more of the ointment's components to study the vaccine; victory is in sight!"
After he rattled off all that, Zhao Cong asked coldly, "Does Physician Zhu also use physical methods to lower the fever of other patients in the middle of the night?"
Physician Zhu was startled, and nearly dropped the medicine bottle in his hand.
Why is it the Crown Prince?
"Miss Qingwan?" He blurted out in a moment of panic, "Has the poison taken effect?"
"Why didn't anyone call me!"
Zhao Cong's voice was displeased, "When you made her stay up all night to serve me, why didn't you think of the fact that she was also a patient?"
Physician Zhu protested, "There's nothing I can do, she's the only one who can be with you."
"Has she really been poisoned?"
Zhao Cong snorted coldly, "I'm asleep."
"Keep your voice down."
Once Physician Zhu made up his mind, he immediately noticed something was wrong.
Aside from the young prince, Lin Qingwan was the first person who, after falling asleep, was ordered by the crown prince to keep their voices down.
He couldn't help but recall the words Tong Di had said to him shortly before the incident.
It turns out that it wasn't that Tong Di had anything to do with Lin Qingwan; it was that he was ordered by the Crown Prince to treat her well, and then he became enlightened because of a pair of armbands.
Sigh, they're all gone, let's not talk about it anymore.
Physician Zhu blinked. "She...reduced your fever with physical methods. You weren't angry with her, were you?"
Zhao Cong didn't say anything, thinking that since she had torn his pants to shreds, he should change his pants before getting angry!
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