Do Not Disturb Ascension

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"Your Highness has a fever again. It's frighteningly hot. Call the doctor quickly!"

"Eunuch Ling, the palace door has been locked. Without a token, you can't go to the Imperial Medical Office..."

After midnight, in Chongming Hall, several palace people were as anxious as ants on a hot pot. There was a heavy rain last night, the summer heat faded away, and suddenly it became cooler. I slept soundly, but I forgot to add a thin quilt to the little prince's bed.

The little prince had a fever intermittently during the day. The imperial doctor had seen it and prescribed medicine. The little prince fell asleep soundly, did not cry or fuss, and seemed to be getting better. Unexpectedly, I suddenly developed a high fever at night.

At this time, the little prince's cheeks were sickly red, his breath was filled with heat, he was frightened from time to time, and he was about to die.

"You idiot who doesn't know how to adapt! You are quick on your feet. If you go to see the imperial doctor, if the guards block your way, tell the truth. No one will stop you, and you cannot bear the blame!"

"Xiao Quanzi, please go to Zichen Palace and tell him that the Sixth Prince is ill. If you need any medicine, His Majesty will give you the most accurate advice and it will be more convenient to get it."

Ling Decheng is the general manager and internal supervisor of Chongming Palace. He seems to be ordinary and nothing special. He is a bit decisive when necessary. He arranges it quickly and leaves the rest to fate.

"Oh, Your Highness, you must hold on..."

"Our family's life is in your hands!"

Ling Decheng checked the temperature from time to time, frowning.

Normally, the wet nurse and the palace maid take care of the little prince, but now that the little prince has caught the cold, they have committed a crime of negligence. If something goes wrong with the little prince this time, everyone in the palace will not end well.

Not long after, Dr. Zhou ran over panting, and when he felt his pulse, his expression was unusually solemn. The Sixth Prince was already weak and sick, with congenital deficiencies, and cold air entered his body. The medicine he had taken before was probably not suitable for his symptoms, but instead harmed his body...

Why is it his turn to be on duty today?

Now that the situation is critical, what should we do?

He said nothing, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The door of the palace suddenly opened wide, and the young emperor wearing a black crown robe came quickly, with a serious look on his face, and a cold look on his face as he entered the door.

He stood in the palace for a few breaths, waiting for the cold air from the night to dissipate. Then he walked to the couch and felt the temperature on the young son's forehead. His eyes became colder and colder. He looked around and saw all the palaces wherever he looked. People kneel down.

"What are you doing here?"

"Tell him to reduce the fever first. If you need any medicinal materials, just get them."

Si Heng's voice was cold, with a strong sense of oppression.

It has been more than seven years since he succeeded to the throne, and his reign name is Yuanshuo. Less than 30 years old, his power has already become profound.

He started fighting in his youth and has been on the battlefield for many years.

He has a cold temperament and extremely murderous nature, and no one dares to challenge him.

Doctor Zhou's hand holding the pen trembled slightly. After careful consideration, he wrote a prescription and urged people to prepare the medicine. Then he began to apply acupuncture. Under the gaze of the emperor, cold sweat soaked through layers of clothes, and he did not dare to slack off at all.

After the acupuncture, the little prince's complexion improved a little, the temperature seemed to be decreasing, and Si Heng's expression softened slightly.

Doctor Zhou considered it carefully and said: "Your Majesty, please check the medicine residue that His Highness took during the day. If the medicine is suitable for the disease, Your Highness will not be so seriously ill."

"Your Highness is born with a congenital deficiency. He suffered from cold last night and took medicine to sleep for a day. Acupuncture can only temporarily relieve the symptoms, and it will relapse tonight."

"Gao Ying, go check." Si Heng's face was expressionless, and his personal guard took the order and immediately went to find the medicine residue.

The expressions of all the palace attendants in Chongming Palace were even more gloomy, as if they were mourning their heirs and were trembling with fear.

Not long after, the palace attendant in charge of decoction brought the medicine. She looked at the little prince who was in a coma and refused to drink the medicine, with a troubled expression on his face. What should I do if I force-feed medicine and let His Majesty see it and offend Long Yan?

"Go and get tested." Si Heng looked at Dr. Zhou.

Doctor Zhou did not expect His Majesty to be so cautious. After testing the decoction and confirming that it was correct, he nodded.

Then I found that this cold and cold-hearted Majesty actually picked up the little prince who was very sick and didn't know if he could survive the night. It seemed that he was going to give the medicine himself...

He had probably never done anything like this before, so he was very unfamiliar, but he held him firmly.

Imperial Physician Zhou was quite old. After three dynasties, he had only seen one such emperor before him. Some people often think that the prince, who is young and frail and destined to die young, is born with bad luck and should not be too close to him.

His Majesty has a cold and violent temperament, but at a moment like this, he is willing to pick up a young son with whom he rarely gets along... It is truly amazing.

"Your Majesty, the medicine is still hot." Dr. Zhou reminded.

This was Si Heng's first time feeding a child. He waited for the medicine to cool down a bit to make sure it would not burn the child in his arms, then he tapped the acupuncture points and fed it in by the spoonful.

Dr. Zhou hesitated to speak.

Although the acupuncture will make the little prince open his mouth, it will not make him choke.

But His Majesty feeds him a full spoonful every time, which makes it uncomfortable to watch.

"That's enough."

After taking most of the medicine, Doctor Zhou stopped him.

After all, young children, unlike adults, cannot drink too much.

Si Heng just held the child who was still feverish.

This was the first time he held the child. To him, this weight is nothing, and... this child's breath is too weak, not long

The sign of fate.

Doctor Zhou bent down to check the young prince's pulse, his brows furrowed.

He was already born with deficiencies and his body was weak, and this illness had destroyed most of his foundation. Even if he rescued her, his fate would depend on whether he could survive.

"How?" Si Heng asked.

"If the fever stops, Your Highness will be able to get through this."

"I have few talents and little knowledge. There are still many doctors in the Imperial Medical Office who specialize in pediatric diseases..." Dr. Zhou knelt down to apologize.

"Go and tell him." Si Heng looked at the child in his arms. Although he was weak, he was not skinny and pale.

Looking at the small ball with delicate features, his brows were tightly knitted at this time, as if he had fallen into some kind of horrible nightmare, and he was panic-stricken, and his little hands grabbed his sleeves.

Originally, Si Heng planned to put him back after feeding him the medicine, but seeing that he was really uneasy, his tears slowly wet his eyelashes, wet and particularly pitiful. So he continued to hold him.

Thunder exploded outside the palace, and it started to rain again, and drops of rain hit the eaves and window frames, making people upset. He had just taken the medicine, but in a moment his fever rose again, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was struggling.

"Gao Ying, investigate this matter thoroughly."

The child in Si Heng's arms had convulsions from time to time, and Doctor Zhou couldn't stop it even with acupuncture. His face was gray, and he felt that tonight was extremely long. He urgently hoped that other doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau would come and share the burden.

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A strange electronic sound rang out in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Si Ruochen could sense everything in the outside world, even