Chapter 86 Shen Nanzi has a high fever

Chapter 86 Shen Nanzi has a high fever

Everyone was terrified, and the old imperial physician trembled as he felt his pulse.

After a long while, a hint of relaxation appeared on his stern face, and the turbidity in his eyes cleared up a bit.

With a trembling voice, he said to another old imperial physician beside him, "Come and feel it, is there any improvement?"

These words were like a thunderclap, and everyone's faces instantly filled with anticipation.

The old imperial physician quickly placed his fingers on Xie Yan's wrist, and after carefully examining it, exclaimed with delight, "There is indeed an improvement! This medicine is effective!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Minghan and Xue Yubai both showed expressions of surprise and delight.

The previously somber and heavy atmosphere became noticeably more relaxed.

The old imperial physician felt Xie Yan's pulse, which had become noticeably stronger, and said, "Grand Commandant Shen, it's time to give it to Princess Jing."

Although Shen Minghan was happy, his expression remained somber. He knew that the detoxification was only one aspect of the treatment for her ailment.

There are also fatal arrow wounds, which are extremely dangerous.

The old imperial physician understood his concerns. "Grand Commandant Shen, we will treat each ailment one by one. I will do my utmost to save Princess Jing, even if it takes me all my sleep."

Shen Minghan bowed deeply and gave the old imperial physician another grand salute. "My sister is counting on you. Please do your best."

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Xie Yan woke up the next day. The burning pain in his body had disappeared, and the pain in his throat had also subsided considerably.

I feel a bit weak and dizzy, but no other symptoms.

Even the old imperial physician had to exclaim, "Your Highness Prince Jing, your physique is the strongest I have ever seen."

"After a few more days of rest and with the help of the antidote, you will recover completely."

"How...is she?" Xie Yan propped himself up and sat on the bed.

Stone placed a cloth pad behind him.

The old imperial physician pondered for a moment, "Princess Jing...her temperature is a little high today..."

"However, I have already given the Princess Consort the medicine, so Prince Jing need not worry. Please rest and recuperate."

Xie Yan kept a close eye on the old imperial physician's expression. Just now, his eyes had clearly been serious for a moment, and he had held back his words, indicating that he was keeping something to himself.

Xie Yan glanced in the direction of the washroom, then said to Shi Tou, "Help me up."

Shi Tou understood, immediately helped Xie Yan up, brought him an outer garment, and draped it over him.

Xie Yan left the washroom, already dressed, and walked directly out of his room towards the courtyard.

Upon seeing this, Wuying anxiously called out from behind, "Your Highness, you are not fully recovered yet, you need to rest in bed!"

Xie Yan was completely unaware and left with unsteady steps.

When he reappeared, he was already in Shen Nanzi's courtyard.

The courtyard was quiet; even the birdcages had been moved away.

It was as if Shen Nanzi's figure had disappeared from the courtyard, making every blade of grass and every tree seem somewhat dim.

As the door opened, my great-aunt, her eyes red and her face still streaked with tears, came out of her room carrying water.

They were quite surprised to see Xie Yan.

He immediately lowered his head, "Your Highness Prince Jing!"

Xie Yan's heart sank, but she still pretended to be calm and asked, "Where is Cheng'er?"

"The young prince was taken away by Grand Commandant Shen and went to stay at the Grand Commandant's residence for a while." The aunt's voice was clearly nasal after sobbing.

Xie Yan could wait no longer and went inside.

As soon as he entered the room, he smelled a strong medicinal odor, and his steps couldn't be stopped; he went straight to the inner room.

The maids who were taking care of her all looked somber and hurriedly withdrew when they saw him arrive.

He looked past the peony screen and saw her lying under the brocade quilt.

Her eyes were closed, she was lifeless, and her face was pale with an unnatural flush.

He didn't have time to look at her closely. He walked to the edge of the bed, reached out his hand to her forehead, and immediately felt his heart sink to the bottom.

...Those who are shot by arrows are most afraid of developing a high fever after the injury.

Nine out of ten died.

Xie Yan felt a tightness in her chest and a tingling sensation on her scalp. Trembling, she lifted the quilt and uncovered her inner garment.

His eyes then darkened, and the wound became noticeably red and swollen, with the surrounding skin turning purplish-red.

He reached out and touched the skin around him; it was so hot that he pulled his fingers back.

In this situation, the odds are against them.

Xie Yan's spirit was instantly crushed. He slumped weakly onto the footstool, clutching his hair, his chest feeling as if it were being crushed by lead.

Some feelings of unease and anxiety are hard to accept.

There was a kind of fear he dared not speak of.

Auntie came back into the house, carrying a basin of liquid that smelled strongly of medicine, and placed it on the footstool.

"This is a herbal remedy prescribed by the imperial physician, who instructed this old servant to wipe the princess's face continuously."

Xie Yan understood that this was to wipe her body, firstly to cool her down, and secondly to clean her wounds and prevent them from festering.

But he knew in his heart that in her condition, only by divine intervention would she have a chance of survival.

Hearing his aunt stirring the juice with a wet cloth, Xie Yan did not get up to move aside, but instead reached out his hand, "Aunt, give this to me."

The old aunt was somewhat surprised and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Highness Prince Jing, you are not yet fully recovered. Let this old servant do it!"

Xie Yan hung his head, his shoulders slumped as if all his strength had been drained, and said weakly, "Give it to me!"

His aunt looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and then handed him the half-wet handkerchief in her hand.

Xie Yan struggled to get up and sat on the edge of the bed, gently wiping her burning skin.

My aunt took a taller stool and placed the wooden basin on it so that he could change the water more easily.

Judging from the heavy aura emanating from Xie Yan, he probably knew the danger the princess was facing.

I sighed inwardly, realizing we were husband and wife after all.

Thinking of the princess, the aunt was overcome with grief, her eyes welled up with tears again, and she silently withdrew.

He gently touched her burning skin, gazing at her sleeping face.

Scenes from their past flashed through her mind; in her memory, he had never been kind to her.

He attributed his mother's death and the missed opportunities he had with Xue Qingning to her.

Use every trick in the book to humiliate her.

Her becoming so extreme was entirely his fault.

He was like an executioner, cutting her heart piece by piece.

Every time he saw her in such pain, he felt like he was getting revenge.

Although he was not happy during the process.

He could forget about it as soon as he turned away, but the harm he caused her was real and felt by her.

How did she survive more than eight years?

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Looking at her beautiful face, even in illness, he murmured softly, a voice he had never spoken to before:

"Nanzi, please come back to life!"

"What am I supposed to do if you do this?"

He stroked her cheek, the heat making his heart ache and his eyes sting.

Perhaps his voice startled her, for her delicate brows furrowed and her eyelids kept twitching as if she were desperately trying to open them, but no matter what she did, she couldn't.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her dry, chapped lips trembled slightly, and she murmured softly.

"Brother...brother...it hurts...it hurts so much!"

"Brother... Brother..."

Xie Yan watched as her glistening tears streamed down her face. He could empathize with her pain and knew how much she was hurting.

She was very delicate; when she first got married, she only had a small cut on her finger.

She would nag him on and on, and he knew that all she wanted was for him to notice her and care about her.

However, he mocked her, saying she was making a fuss over nothing and was making trouble out of nothing, which made her so angry that she burst into tears.

Looking back now, he was such a jerk!!

He gently wiped away her tears, placed her hand on his face, and caressed it softly, as if only by feeling her warmth could he be sure she was still alive.

His actions seemed to soothe her, and her tears stopped.

His brows furrowed, his face showed fear, and his tone changed, becoming flustered and uneasy, "Xie Yu..."