"You will go to the Imperial Hospital later to get some golden sore medicine in my name and deliver it to your master and the guards. Baocheng is now grown up. If I know what he wants to do, you will definitely not be able to stop him.

This time, it was hindered by the guarantee."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. This is all the responsibility of the slaves. You are serious in your words."

He Zhuer's eyes became even redder when he heard this. He was not afraid of being slapped, but he felt a little sorry for his master. When Concubine Jing gave him the medicine, he hurriedly thanked him.

Seeing that Concubine Jing had entered the hall first, he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe the tears from his eyes and followed her in stride.

"You quack doctors, hurry up and find a way to cool down the prince! Don't drop your book bag here! If the prince burns out his brain, you are just waiting to be beheaded by me!"

As soon as Qingyan opened the apricot door curtain and walked into the house where the young prince lived, she saw Kangxi angrily pointing at a group of imperial doctors kneeling on the ground and yelling curses. The doctors all lowered their heads and shook as if they were about to fall apart.

Her eyelids twitched, and she hurriedly stepped forward and bowed: "I, my concubine, pay your respects to the Emperor."

"Get up."

Kangxi saw little Hesheli coming over. Although the anger in his heart had not dissipated, he still lost his temper a lot. He stopped paying attention to the imperial doctors kneeling on the ground. Instead, he lifted up his robe and turned around to sit by the bed, feeling distressed.

She looked at her precious son's little face, which was burning red, and his mouth was covered with dry skin, and he was mumbling strange words that he couldn't understand.

When the imperial doctors saw that the emperor finally no longer looked like an angry lion baring its fangs at them, they all breathed a sigh of relief as if they were surviving a disaster.

Dr. Zhang, who was kneeling at the front and had withstood the most intense firepower from the emperor, quickly raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He felt that this hospital was really not a job for human beings. He could be on the verge of death if he was not careful.

.

Qingyan also walked to the bedside. Seeing her little nephew's haggard and weak look, her heart was stabbed hard. She turned to Dr. Zhang and asked:

"How is Baocheng's condition now?"

"Replying to the imperial concubine, it doesn't matter that your highness is cold. The main thing is that you have to get rid of the high fever quickly. Your highness is too sad. I'm afraid he will need to be carefully cared for for a while to recover."

Doctor Zhang lowered his head and carefully considered his words as he explained to Concubine Jing.

After hearing this, Qingyan stretched out her hand and planned to touch Yinreng's hot forehead and take the opportunity to input some super powers into his body. Unexpectedly, she heard the little prince shouting intermittently in a very low voice:

"Empress Huang, brother Chenghu, there are so many gourd babies..."

"Grandpa, why does the Qing Dynasty have no electricity? Why do those people want to attack the Qing Dynasty..."

"Third grandpa, when will my aunt finish reading the book "High School"? When will she come to see Baocheng..."

"Yan'er, come here quickly and listen to what Baocheng is talking about. I lay next to his mouth and listened for a long time, but I didn't understand what he was talking about."

Kangxi hurriedly stretched out his hand and pulled Qingyan to his side, making room for her to sit beside the bed.

Qingyan knew that her little nephew must have dreamed about that experience in modern times again. She leaned down and patted Yinreng's body with her left hand to input supernatural powers into his body, while bringing her ear closer to his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he heard Yinreng murmuring again: "Auntie, save Baocheng... Baocheng doesn't want to live in the shabby Xian'an Palace. It's cold and smelly here, so disgusting..."

When Qingyan heard these words, she felt as if she had been struck by thunder. Her eyes widened, her whole body froze, and her heart beat "bang bang bang" in a panic.

"Yan'er, do you understand what Baocheng said?"

Kangxi and Concubine Jing were very close to each other, so they naturally felt her body stiffen for a moment, so they couldn't help but frown slightly and asked in confusion.

Qingyan straightened up in confusion. Her hands never left Yinreng's body, but she increased the amount of power input. She forced a smile and said to Kangxi in a coping manner:

"Your Majesty, I can barely hear Baocheng's words clearly, and I don't understand the content. However, I remember that when Baocheng had memory disorder before, didn't he talk about "electricity"? I guess.

Maybe Baocheng is now in a state of confusion due to the high fever, and has fallen into the fantasy dream of Changshengtian again and cannot get out."

"Doctor Zhang, do you think so?"

As soon as Qingyan finished speaking, she asked Doctor Zhang who was kneeling on the ground again.

"Your Majesty, what the Imperial Concubine said makes sense. When a person has a fever, the brain will indeed become very unclear. Moreover, Wei Chen has read in medical books that if a young child like Your Highness occasionally gets a fever, it will actually promote brain development.

As long as the fever can be brought down in time, it doesn't matter."

After being reminded by Concubine Jing, Kangxi also recalled that what his precious son mumbled was indeed what he had said when he was suffering from cowpox.

Qingyan ordered He Zhuer on the side to bring a bowl of warm water and a small silver spoon. She held the little nephew's upper body in her arms and occupied the little prince's mouth by feeding him water, not wanting him to let go.

He was talking nonsense. Too many words would lead to mistakes. No matter what pictures were flashing in the little prince's mind at the moment, she didn't want him to say any more.

He fed a small bowl of water until there was only a bowl of bottom water left. It may be that the superpower has taken effect, or it may be that the concoction has taken effect. Yinreng coughed a few times, and then opened a pair of auspicious phoenixes.

Eye.

Kangxi leaned on the bedpost and quickly turned the jade ring on his thumb. From the corner of his eye, he saw that his precious son was awake. His eyes lit up and he quickly raised his hand to touch Yinreng's forehead. He found that the temperature had dropped and he immediately felt happy.

said:

"Baocheng, you woke up, do you still feel your head hurts?"

"Baocheng, are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

A hint of joy flashed across Qingyan's eyes, and she immediately handed the bowl in her hand to He Zhuer who was beside the bed, and asked her little nephew who was leaning in her arms in a warm voice.

He Zhuer reached out to take the bowl and looked at his little prince intently.

Yinreng felt that his brain was like a ball of mush at this time, and he was so dizzy. Hearing the voices of Kangxi and Concubine Jing, he raised his head and looked at Qingyan. He turned around and saw his Khan Ama sitting on the bed eagerly.

Looking at him, he asked weakly and hoarsely: "Khan Ama, aunt, what's going on?"

"You have a high fever."

Kangxi felt extremely distressed. Seeing that his precious son finally woke up, he angrily reprimanded him:

"If I knew that you went to Hesheli Mansion and actually dared to run out from under Liang Jiugong's umbrella when it was raining heavily, I would not let you pass at all. As the crown prince of a country, I would not let you go in the slightest.

You don’t have the awareness to cherish your own body, and you do things based on your own preferences. How can you make me feel at ease with you like this!"

"Ahem, cough, cough, cough, Ama Khan is right, I won't do this again in the future."

At this time, Yinreng also slowly remembered what happened in the afternoon, and answered weakly while coughing.

When Kangxi saw Yinreng coughing like this, he felt very regretful. He never thought that his precious son would have such a deep affection for his grandfather. Originally, he wanted to let Baocheng go see his grandfather for the last time, so as not to regret it in the future.

, but now that his son is so ill, he feels that it is better to make his son feel regretful!

Qingyan didn't want to see the picture of Kangxi's godson at this time, so she hurriedly shouted to Doctor Zhang on the ground:

"Mr. Zhang, please come back quickly to check Baocheng's pulse."

Doctor Zhang quickly got up from the ground obediently, reached out and pressed the little prince's wrist. After feeling the vigorous vitality in Yinreng's body, the heart hanging high in his throat finally fell back into his stomach completely, happily.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Highness the Prince's fever has subsided. He only needs to drink a few more medicines to replenish his vitality and rest in bed for a few days. Then he will be fine."

"Okay, you go down and get him some medicine."

Kangxi waved his hand and said.

Qingyan also took the opportunity to say to Kangxi:

"Your Majesty, Baocheng is too affectionate. Do you think that he could pour so much affection into his grandfather, but he couldn't accept the death of his uncle all of a sudden, which is why he fell ill? Let alone those of us.

Already."

"Now he knows that he was wrong. You should wait until he recovers and educate him slowly. When I came over, I saw that Liang Jiugong and the others had suffered a serious crime. You should calm down and let the executioners outside

You guys should also stop, if the thirty-year plank fight is really going on in this rainy day, I’m afraid Liang Jiugong won’t have the strength to serve you anymore.”

When the little prince heard this, he became anxious. He quickly reached out and grabbed Kangxi's clothes, and said eagerly: "Khan Ama rushed out into the rain on his own because he moved so fast that Eunuch Liang and the others didn't react.
Chapter completed!