Combined with the fact that when Zhao Miaoqing fell ill, a maid beside him died suddenly, it can be basically concluded that the maid went out to the palace for business and was infected by someone outside the palace, and then brought the virus back to the palace and infected it to Zhao Miaoqing.
The maid was weak, and without effective treatment, she relied on her body to resist. The persistent high fever led to internal organ failure, so she died suddenly.
and……
Zhao Miaoqing has been covering her sweat with a thick quilt, which is similar to the method of treating colds and fevers.
According to traditional knowledge, as long as you sweat profusely, you can lower your body temperature. However, as everyone knows, this method is very dangerous.
Thick quilts are inherently stuffy, and after sweating, the pores are blocked by sweat, preventing body heat from dissipating, thus increasing the risk.
As for the fact that many people recover after covering their sweat, maybe... it's not the covering of the sweat that really works, but the medicine they take.
After confirming the general situation of Zhao Miaoqing, Zhao Huan's heart fell.
"People are not that fragile. Most diseases can be cured on their own, as long as they don't mess around and make things worse."
"Miaoqing, do you believe me?"
Facing Zhao Huan's inquiry, Zhao Miaoqing nodded lightly: "I only believe in eldest brother."
Seeing that the sky had turned dark and the temperature began to drop, Zhao Huan returned to the house with Zhao Miaoqing in his arms.
As expected, Zhao Miaoqing's body started to feel hot after dark.
Zhao Miaoqing's ability to sustain such persistent and recurring fevers shows that her body is actually "very strong."
When he learned that Zhao Huan was going to treat Zhao Miaoqing, the deputy general manager was afraid that something would happen, so he quickly reported the matter to Zhao Ji and Queen Xiansu.
The originally deserted Hanxiang Pavilion was suddenly filled with people.
But they were all sent by Zhao Ji and the Queen, most of them were maids, and even the eunuchs were not allowed to enter.
Because Zhao Huan had almost stripped Zhao Miaoqing, leaving only the necessary underwear.
It is impossible for any noble person to get close to Hanxiang Pavilion, let alone Zhao Ji and the Queen? Moreover, these sent maids must also be quarantined for a period of time, for fear of bringing the epidemic out of Hanxiang Pavilion.
Seeing Zhao Huan's bold behavior, the leading female officer couldn't help but frown.
"My lord, what are you doing?"
"If this matter is spread out of the palace, it will not only discredit the royal family, but also cause unreasonable disaster to Prince Ding's palace."
Faced with the female officer's question, Zhao Huan replied lightly: "Are you worried that the king will corrupt Emperor Chongde, or are you simply worried that the reputation of the royal family will be affected?"
These words directly choked the female officer. She said both, but she couldn't answer. After all, no matter how she answered, it would anger Zhao Huan.
Before coming, Queen Xiansu reminded the female official that Zhao Huan and Zhao Miaoqing had a very good relationship. She would definitely be very angry when she saw Zhao Miaoqing like this, so she should not provoke Zhao Huan at this time.
A wise child is like a mother!
Zhao Huan, who was about to get angry, saw the female officer's understanding silence, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger and concentrate on treating Zhao Miaoqing.
"Brother, I'm cold..."
Hearing Zhao Miaoqing's voice, several female officials and maids started talking one after another.
"The imperial doctor said that Emperor Ji's illness should not be affected by the wind, but should be kept warm and sweaty. Only in this way can Emperor Ji's condition be relieved."
"Your Majesty is doing the opposite, so you're not afraid that Di Ji will do something bad?"
"You're obviously playing the piano randomly!"
"Although Emperor Ji has been infected with the epidemic, she is His Majesty's daughter after all. If something goes wrong, who can bear the responsibility?"
Zhao Huan was too lazy to pay attention to the chatter around him.
Zhao Huan soaked the warm towel and began to carefully wipe Zhao Miaoqing's palms, soles, forehead and behind the ears and other capillary-rich areas.
At the same time, he carefully comforted and explained: "Miaoqing, please bear with me."
"The cold you feel now is not really cold, but your body can no longer distinguish between hot and cold."
"When the body temperature drops and the body returns to its normal perception of temperature, it will naturally stop feeling cold."
"At this time, the temperature needs to be lowered."
The physical cooling used by Zhao Huan was nothing more than basic common sense in later generations.
Since Zhao Huan used warm water and wrung out the towel every time, after wiping it on Zhao Miaoqing, only a thin layer of moisture was left, which evaporated in an instant.
When the water evaporates, it will take away a lot of heat, so just wipe it repeatedly.
That is to say, after a cup of tea, Zhao Miaoqing's delicate body no longer trembled, and even her pale lips gradually returned to rosy.
The female officers who were full of doubts just now showed incredulous expressions.
Zhao Huan just wiped his body with water, but Zhao Miaoqing, who was almost exhausted, showed signs of "rejuvenation"?!
"Di Ji, what do you think?"
Facing the female officer's inquiry, Zhao Miaoqing breathed out softly: "I'm not cold anymore, and my body is not as heavy as before."
Zhao Miaoqing's answer immediately sparked heated discussions in Hanxiang Pavilion.
"What's going on? Di Ji really started to recover?"
"It's a disease that the imperial doctors are helpless about. Why did the prince just wipe his body and cure it?"
"Does the prince still know medical skills?"
"Your Majesty's literary talent has long been famous all over the world. As the saying goes, apricots and plums belong to the same family. Although Your Majesty is not a native of the apricot forest, but he knows some medical skills, it seems that it is not difficult to accept it."
"Is this a matter of knowing some medical skills? This is obviously... a master of hanging pots!"
While the female officials were chirping, Zhao Huan had already stopped and threw the towel into the basin.
"Go and ask the imperial doctor to prescribe a medicine for disinfecting and removing fire, and prepare another medicine for typhoid fever."
"Take the medicine for typhoid fever three times a day, disinfect it to remove the gunpowder, and take it once a day. You can stop taking the medicine to remove the gunpowder when the fever no longer occurs."
Seeing all the female officials standing there stunned, Zhao Huan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "Do you need me to say it a second time?!"
The female officer finally came to her senses and quickly turned around to grab the medicine.
Although the remaining female officers were surprised by Zhao Huan's medical skills, they saw that Zhao Miaoqing's entire body was completely exposed and were afraid that she would freeze, so they quickly reminded her.
"Di Ji's fever has subsided. Should we cover her with a quilt first?"
Zhao Huan nodded: "I want to cover it, but throw away this winter quilt and replace it with a soft and breathable thin quilt."
"Di Ji's illness is not serious. As long as she takes medicine on time and supplements her nutrition, she will recover on her own."
Speaking of this, Zhao Huan looked at the dirty room and frowned again: "Clean the room clean and go to the latrine to deal with it when you leave. Don't cover it up in the room again!"
"In such a harsh environment, even if Di Ji is not sick, she still has to cover up her illness."
At this time, the female officer had no doubts about Zhao Huan and naturally did not dare to hesitate.
After all this trouble, it was already late at night, and Zhao Ji learned that Zhao Huan had not left the palace yet, so he called the steward over.
"What's going on over there at Hanxiang Pavilion?"