In her daze, she heard someone shouting, "Hurry up, give me the medicine."
"It's not that I don't feed him, it's that he can't drink it."
"Call him," the man finished, and then added, "Call him like the princess does, Yun Wuluo, open your mouth."
Mu Zhao realized that Yun Wuluo's situation might be dangerous.
She woke up instantly and looked up at Yun Wuluo.
Several palace maids and eunuchs gathered around Yun Wuluo's bedside.
There was only one imperial doctor, the young one who was the first to diagnose and treat Yun Wuluo.
At this time, the imperial doctor's forehead was already covered with sweat, and he was pricking the acupuncture points on Yun Wuluo's hands with a solemn expression.
And Yun Wuluo's hands were so white that they were almost transparent.
Mu Zhao felt it was very dazzling.
She struggled to stand up and shouted at the same time, "Yun Wuluo, open your mouth."
The first palace maid looked back at Mu Zhao, then at Yun Wuluo, "Still no reaction."
Mu Zhao held on to the pillar to barely prevent himself from falling, but if he moved forward, there would be no pillar.
When she was about to go over, her hand was grabbed by a soft little hand.
Mu Zhao looked back and saw the little palace maid who had been frightened by her that morning.
The little palace maid said: "Princess, be careful, Biying will help you."
"Well," Mu Zhao was not polite to her and walked to Yun Wuluo's bedside as quickly as he could.
At this time, Yun Wuluo had been fed several spoonfuls of medicine.
But none of the medicine flowed into Yun Wuluo's mouth. They all flowed into his neck along the corners of his mouth.
Mu Zhao said: "Get out of the way, I'll do it."
The palace maids and eunuchs hesitated.
Mu Zhao frowned, "My princess' words won't work, will they?"
The palace maids and eunuchs felt that with these words, Mu Zhao's body erupted with astonishing intimidation.
They quickly got out of the way.
Mu Zhao took the spoon, sat in front of Yun Wuluo, and coaxed Yun Wuluo.
"Yun Wuluo, please be good and open your mouth, okay?"
Yun Wuluo's eyelids moved almost invisible, and then he slowly opened his mouth.
It could be seen that it was difficult for him to open his mouth, but he finally opened his mouth.
Mu Zhao quickly fed the medicine into his mouth.
As soon as her hand holding the spoon came close to him, she could feel the scalding warmth of his body.
Mu Zhao fed the spoonful, and then lifted up both layers of bedding on Yun Wuluo.
But when she was about to lift her lower body, she was stopped by Ying Wuchen.
Mu Zhao frowned and looked at him.
Ying Wuchen was also stunned for a moment, how could this little princess have such an aura that could only come from being in a high position for a long time?
Emperors rarely display such momentum.
But he quickly reacted and explained: "Yun Wuluo's leg is injured, so it's not convenient for him to get cold."
Mu Zhao remembered in a daze that Yun Wuluo's leg was probably not injured. He was Yun Wuluo's man, and he was afraid that these palace maids and eunuchs would see the clues.
Mu Zhao went to scoop up the medicine again, and said to the palace maid behind him: "Go get the strong wine."
"Hey!" Biying responded and hurried out.
Ying Wuchen, who was performing acupuncture on Yun Wuluo, raised his head and glanced at Mu Zhao, then lowered his head and performed acupuncture on Yun Wuluo seriously.
When Mu Zhao put the spoon filled with medicine to Yun Wuluo's mouth again, he found that Yun Wuluo's mouth was not closed and he had not swallowed the medicine in his mouth.
She coaxed again, "Yun Wuluo, swallow the medicine."
Yun Wuluo remained silent.
Mu Zhao's voice became softer and he said, "Aluo, be obedient and swallow it."
Yun Wuluo's Adam's apple rolled and he swallowed the medicine.
When Ying Wuchen saw this scene, when he dropped the needle, he almost stung it.
Yun Wuluo's physical condition at this time was much worse than at noon. He should be unconscious and unresponsive to the outside world, but he was still able to listen to Mu Zhao's words.
He was willing to call this a miracle.
After Yun Wuluo swallowed, his mouth closed weakly.
Mu Zhao softly coaxed him to open his mouth and swallow.
She coaxed her over and over again, and finally got Yun Wuluo to drink a bowl of medicine.
The maids also brought the spirits.
Mu Zhao asked the palace maid to pour the wine into the cold water basin nearby, then wet the handkerchief, gently raised Yun Wuluo's arm, and wiped his armpits.
Ying Wuchen asked curiously, "What is this doing?"
"Reducing fever."
"Can it be useful?"
"Yeah." Mu Zhao looked at Yun Wuluo's appearance as he was about to ascend to heaven, and spoke very little and coldly.
Ying Wuchen thought that Yun Wuluo often told him about the deeds of this little princess.
To sum it up, he is a god-like figure.
Under the influence of Yun Wuluo, coupled with Mu Zhao's powerful look just now, Ying Wuchen felt that Mu Zhao was indeed quite powerful.
But he still felt that this inexplicable and simple method could not reduce the fever.
Moreover, the wine is hot, it is still strong alcohol, and I am afraid it cannot reduce the heat.
But having said that, even if the fever couldn't be reduced, even if she tortured Yun Wuluo to death, Yun Wuluo would still be happy with it.
Thinking of this, Ying Wuchen felt strange in his heart.
He tried his best to save this guy, but this guy put his life in the hands of the little princess and played with it as he pleased. This chapter has been completed!