Canglan Empress

Chapter 692 Rong Jin is sick 5
"Really?" Yaohua curled his lips, and his tone was calm, "But no matter how strong a person is, it is inevitable that they will get sick sometimes. As the saying goes, sickness comes like a mountain, and sickness goes like a thread. If you don't drink this medicine In the last ten days and a half months, I'm afraid the illness won't be so easy to recover."

Ten days and a half months?
Rong Jin was stunned, and subconsciously said: "A little cold needs medicine for ten days and half a month? Which quack doctor prescribed this medicine? Yaohua, my own body is the most—"

"Rong Jin." Yaohua smiled slightly, "Patients should be good and don't talk so much."

Rong Jin: "..."

"Drink the medicine if you are told to drink it, and sleep if you are told to sleep." Yaohua walked to the bed, forcibly put him down on the bed, and covered him with a quilt, "Don't question the doctor's medical skills easily."

Rong Jin lay silently on the bed, silently enduring Yaohua's act of covering him tightly with the quilt, feeling really pained in his heart.

If I had known... If I had known this, what was he messing around with?
The pain in my legs is still not healed, the bitter taste in my mouth and stomach has not dissipated, and I can't help but feel another wave of sweat and clothes...

The most important thing is that apart from forcibly stipulating that he can't do this or that, Yaohua has absolutely no intention of taking care of him and being considerate of him, and he doesn't even want to chat with him.

He suffered greatly from this disease.

and……

Rong Jin frowned, "Your Highness, I didn't eat dinner the night before yesterday. I slept all day yesterday. I only drank medicine at night and didn't eat any food. I didn't eat breakfast this morning either."

Counting it, he hadn't eaten for a whole day and two nights. No wonder, although he recovered a little, he was still weak...

I won't be sick like this, and I won't even be allowed to eat.

Yaohua looked at him silently: "Are you hungry?"

Rong Jin: "..." Isn't this nonsense?
Who doesn't eat for a day or two nights, and doesn't feel hungry?

Unless you're starving.

"What do you want to eat?" Yao Huadan asked.

Just as Rong Jin was about to speak, Yaohua continued: "I'm asking this question for nothing, you are so weak now that you can't eat anything else, you can only drink some thin rice porridge."

Rong Jin was silent: "..."

"Come here." Yaohua sent a maid to come in again, "Bring Mr. Rong a bowl of rice porridge."

"Yes."

Rong Jin wanted to admit his mistake, but when he looked up at Yaohua's indifferent and alienated appearance, he frowned slightly, and finally couldn't help but say aggrievedly: "Other people get special care when they are sick, why do you still treat me when they come to me?" How much do you have to suffer?"

The decoction is several times more bitter than ordinary medicine, and it’s okay to take a bath or go out to breathe.

It really caught up with the woman's confinement, okay?

Moreover, even a quack doctor would not be able to force the patient to stay in bed all the time, not to mention that he had slept all day yesterday and talked all night at night, if he lay down like this again, his bones would become stiff from sleep.

"You are different from ordinary patients." Yaohua's tone was light, "You were born in the royal family and your body is rich. You probably haven't been sick a few times in these years. Usually, people who don't get sick often will be sicker than ordinary people. more serious."

Rong Jin frowned, what else is there to say?

"So just to be on the safe side, it's better for you to lie down with peace of mind." Yaohua made a final decision, "The maid will bring rice porridge later, and you can go back to sleep after eating. Your Highness has something else to do, so I won't chat with you."

After all, he turned around and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Rong Jin rubbed his forehead depressingly.

(End of this chapter)