Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

"Yes!"

Under the leadership of the steward, the maids immediately dispersed and ran in all directions.

The steward turned around anxiously, "What's going on? Why is the temperature getting higher and higher? The imperial doctor has seen it, and said that the prince is fine, and he has taken the medicine."

"Could it be... frightened?" Cun Xin, the only one who was not sent to help, reminded in a low voice.

"Scared?" The steward was taken aback, not understanding what Cun Xin meant.

"There is such a thing in our hometown. If a person suddenly has a high fever and doesn't go away, no medicine will help. It's just a fright, and you have to stop the fright to get better." Cun Xin said.

"Stop being shocked?" The steward frowned, this was the first time he heard such a statement.

Wen Rou is no stranger to Cun Xin's words.

When she was young, if she was frightened or something, the elders in the family would take the fright for her.

Wen Rou doesn't know if this method is really effective, but in the past, the elders in the family did often do this.

And, it worked out pretty well.

"Yes."

"What should I do? What do I need to prepare?" The steward no longer cares whether it is useful or useless, as long as it can bring down Dongfang Aoshi's fever, even if it is to let her dance on the street, the steward will be obliged.

"You don't need too many things, as long as you have tea and incense, the person who helps to control the shock, tell the kitchen king the name, address, birthday, and recite the shock spell." Cun Xin said.

"Get ready!" the steward said anxiously.

"Yes!" Cun Xin received the order and ran away.

Looking at Cun Xin's hurried back, Rou Rou suddenly felt a strange creepy feeling in her heart.

Cun Xin is a member of Dongfang Kuangye, so she won't...do anything to Dongfang Aoshi by keeping her panic?

After hesitating for a while, Rou Rou put down the things in his hands and walked towards the steward.

"Princess?" The steward was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect Wen Rou to be in the kitchen.

There seems to be something choked in the throat, which is very heavy.

Wen Rou took a few deep breaths before finally suppressing her emotions, her voice was slightly dry and hoarse, "What happened... what happened?"

"My lord suffered a big gash on his forehead and bled profusely. Since last night, he has been suffering from a high fever, and taking medicine is useless." The steward said anxiously.

"Well, why did you suddenly fall down?" Wen Rou was taken aback, her chest tightened, "What's the situation now?"

"The imperial doctor is watching over there. I don't know exactly what will happen. I just said that if the prince continues to burn like this, his brain will burn out!"

"Didn't you bring down his fever?" The gentle heart also raised it.

"It's back, I've been wiping it with cold water, changing clothes... It's useless, the prince's heat just won't come down!"

"Did you use ice cubes?"

"Everyone doesn't know how to operate it, so they don't dare." Ice cubes are good for reducing fever, but if one doesn't pay attention, the cold air will invade and cause a great burden on the body. The steward and the imperial doctor dare not use it casually.

So, let Dongfang Aoshi burn like this.

"Why wouldn't you dare—"

In the middle of Wen Wen's words, a servant girl hurried over and reported to the steward, "Steward, the prince woke up, making a scene and breaking things, everyone..."

"I'll go over right away!" The steward didn't have time to pay attention to Wen Rou, and hurried away.

The noisy kitchen became quiet again in an instant.

Wen Rou stood there, neither advancing nor retreating, for a moment, she didn't know what to do. "yes!"

Under the leadership of the steward, the maids immediately dispersed and ran in all directions.

The steward turned around anxiously, "What's going on? Why is the temperature getting higher and higher? The imperial doctor has seen it, and said that the prince is fine, and he has taken the medicine."

"Could it be... frightened?" Cun Xin, the only one who was not sent to help, reminded in a low voice.

"Scared?" The steward was taken aback, not understanding what Cun Xin meant.

"There is such a thing in our hometown. If a person suddenly has a high fever and doesn't go away, no medicine will help. It's just a fright, and you have to stop the fright to get better." Cun Xin said.

"Stop being shocked?" The steward frowned, this was the first time he heard such a statement.

Wen Rou is no stranger to Cun Xin's words.

When she was young, if she was frightened or something, the elders in the family would take the fright for her.

Wen Rou doesn't know if this method is really effective, but in the past, the elders in the family did often do this.

And, it worked out pretty well.

"Yes."

"What should I do? What do I need to prepare?" The steward no longer cares whether it is useful or useless, as long as it can bring down Dongfang Aoshi's fever, even if it is to let her dance on the street, the steward will be obliged.

"You don't need too many things, as long as you have tea and incense, the person who helps to control the shock, tell the kitchen king the name, address, birthday, and recite the shock spell." Cun Xin said.

"Get ready!" the steward said anxiously.

"Yes!" Cun Xin received the order and ran away.

Looking at Cun Xin's hurried back, Rou Rou suddenly felt a strange creepy feeling in her heart.

Cun Xin is a member of Dongfang Kuangye, so she won't...do anything to Dongfang Aoshi by keeping her panic?

After hesitating for a while, Rou Rou put down the things in his hands and walked towards the steward.

"Princess?" The steward was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect Wen Rou to be in the kitchen.

There seems to be something choked in the throat, which is very heavy.

Wen Rou took a few deep breaths before finally suppressing her emotions, her voice was slightly dry and hoarse, "What happened... what happened?"

"My lord suffered a big gash on his forehead and bled profusely. Since last night, he has been suffering from a high fever, and taking medicine is useless." The steward said anxiously.

"Well, why did you suddenly fall down?" Wen Rou was taken aback, her chest tightened, "What's the situation now?"

"The imperial doctor is watching over there. I don't know exactly what will happen. I just said that if the prince continues to burn like this, his brain will burn out!"

"Didn't you bring down his fever?" The gentle heart also raised it.

"It's back, I've been wiping it with cold water, changing clothes... It's useless, the prince's heat just won't come down!"

"Did you use ice cubes?"

"Everyone doesn't know how to operate it, so they don't dare." Ice cubes are good for reducing fever, but if one doesn't pay attention, the cold air will invade and cause a great burden on the body. The steward and the imperial doctor dare not use it casually.

So, let Dongfang Aoshi burn like this.

"Why wouldn't you dare—"

In the middle of Wen Wen's words, a servant girl hurried over and reported to the steward, "Steward, the prince woke up, making a scene and breaking things, everyone..."

"I'll go over right away!" The steward didn't have time to pay attention to Wen Rou, and hurried away.

The noisy kitchen became quiet again in an instant.

Wen Rou stood there, neither advancing nor retreating, for a moment, she didn't know what to do.