Persistent high fever 1

  At this moment, the eyes that were wildly furious and violent are now filled with a hint of confusion and a hint of tenderness.

  The young doctor rushed over in the dead of night, he was a special doctor for the Crazy King's mansion, about twenty years old, looked refined and small, but his medical skills were more accurate than the imperial physician.

  "Please withdraw, Your Highness, I will now administer the needle to the young lady." The doctor bowed respectfully.

  At the same time, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his pulse was unstable, and his breathing was weak. His life was rapidly slipping away, and medication could not control it. Only acupuncture would work, but... if this acupuncture didn't work, then even a god would find it hard to save him.

  "Get out of my sight and give me the injection quickly!" He was furious, for the first time in his life he blurted out a curse, with raging anger burning in his heart.

  "Yes, yes." The imperial physician hastily lowered his head and administered the injection. It was clear that the prince was in a fit of rage and couldn't be provoked any further.

  At this sight, he finally withdrew his gaze from afar, how could he tolerate others being alone with her!

  The doctor inserted silver needles into her head, seeing no reaction she inserted a few more, still there was no reaction. The doctor's face looked somewhat unsightly, cold energy entering the body could cause loss of life, let alone...

  The severe pinch marks on her neck were enough to kill her!

  "How is this possible?" Wildly staring at Lanya's head which was full of silver needles, yet she didn't have any reaction, his heart was anxious.

  "Your Highness, this young lady's vital energy is too weak, it won't work at all. The only solution now is to prick her fingernails." Only by letting her catch her breath can there be a more lively hope.

  "Inserting fingernails?" Chu Ye's crazy gaze fell onto her white fingers, the silver needle inserting into the fingernail was the most painful.

  Damn it, why did he hear such words, his heart was slightly moved, very uncomfortable.

  "It is, as long as Miss has a reaction, there is a glimmer of hope for survival. If not... " The doctor's voice trailed off, and everyone understood what was left unsaid."

  "Let's get started." As long as she can live!

  She can't die, absolutely can't die!

  The doctor took out a silver needle and grabbed Lan Ya's finger, inserting it into the seam between her fingers. One prick, no response; two pricks, still no reaction.

  Fingers one by one increased, the person lying down seemed to be sleeping very soundly...

  Jing Ye's face tensed up, her eyes gazing at the person on the bed, whose eyes were tightly closed, with a pale complexion, even their lips were deathly pale, and their small palm-sized face had no signs of life.

  The silver needle pierced into the ten fingers, but she still closed her eyes tightly, without a hint of pain, her breathing grew weaker and weaker, her entire body had long been cold as ice.

  Ten fingers inserted, the doctor's body trembled, it seems that this breath is irretrievable, life is about to end, and the brain has fallen into a deep sleep.

  "King... King..." The doctor's face looked somewhat unsightly, he turned around and met the gaze of Zhu Ye's crazed eyes, his heart was extremely frightened.

  "Why didn't you react?" He asked with a heavy heart, knowing full well what the result meant, yet still wanting to hear it from the doctor himself.

  His eyes were bloodshot with an unprecedented anger, as if the doctor would say a word of no rescue, he would cut her down with one knife!

  It's been three years since Yao Yi came to Kuang Wang Fu, and for the first time, she saw Master Wang get angry, and in her heart, she was terribly frightened.

  "Your Highness... her breath seems... as if it's about to disappear..." Trembling with his voice, he finished speaking and fell to the ground on his knees.

  "Breath disappeared? Breath disappeared?! This king did not permit her to die, she absolutely cannot die!"

  Ten fingers didn't respond, then continue to poke toes!

  His words fell, grasping the silver needle of the doctor, his big hand held onto Lany's ankle, the silver needle was inserted into the toenail cover, one after another, his forehead didn't know whether it was tense sweat or virtual sweat that came out because he was still afraid.

  The doctor and the two maids in the room were shocked by this move, they had never seen such a prince before, crazy and terrifying.

  Eight toes were tied up, but the person on the bed still didn't make a sound. The hands of the wild and crazy man were trembling.

  Wash your face clean, I won't let you die, I won't allow it!

  His subordinates continued to tie up the ninth one, no response, the tenth one... still no response...

  Stillness, the whole room is eerily still, with a terrifyingly gloomy face, quiet, the stillness before a storm.

  "Hmm... it hurts..." Just as the storm was about to break out, the person on the bed groaned and made a soft humming noise like a bee.

  Although the sound is small, it makes people hear very clearly in this quietness.

  In the midst of a gloomy and cold face, a hint of surprise flashed by, her eyes gazed at the person on the bed, did she just speak?!

  "Hurry up and get her treated." She's in pain, knowing she's in pain is good, knowing she's in pain means she's still alive!

  The doctor was also shocked. Although her breath seemed to be fading away, she could still feel pain and speak, which meant that she had regained a bit of strength.

  He hastily got up and took her pulse, which was still very weak, almost imperceptible. Although he knew she was in pain, the situation was still dire. Even if she recovered from this illness, the invasion of cold water in winter would leave behind symptoms of rheumatism.

  "How?"

  "Although the young lady is aware of the pain, the cold air invasion will inevitably cause a high fever before dawn. High fever is not a big deal, but the young lady's pulse is sometimes present and sometimes absent, extremely weak, and her body can hardly resist the attack of high fever."

  The high fever caused by the cold air is often the most fatal, and ordinary medicine can't suppress it at all, let alone her body being so poor.

  "You mean you can't cure it?" If you can't cure it, what's the point of keeping it!

  "Your Highness, calm down, I will do my best to treat her." For now, he could only take it one step at a time. By saving the woman on the bed, he was also saving his own life!

  The room was quiet, and Zhu Ye was always by her side. As expected, in the early morning, Lan Ya had a high fever, and her body, which was originally as cold as ice, was now like a fire.

  That little face turned from pale to crimson, the frightening temperature on her forehead, a very red and unnatural face, as if the blood could drip out of her face.

  He grasped her small, scorching hand tightly in his large one. The temperature was so high that it seemed like a normal fever, hot, too hot. Her hand felt like it had a hidden flame in the center of his palm, burning his skin.

  "The king's medicine is ready." The doctor brought in the medicine, made from the rare and precious Tianshan Snow Lotus, which would have twice the effect.

  If this bowl of medicine doesn't work to bring down his fever, then there's nothing else that can be done...

  "I'm here." Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng took the medicine bowl, stirred the medicine with a spoon, put it to his mouth and blew gently, then took a sip before putting it to Lán Yǎ's mouth.

  In the brief time of midnight, her lips had withered and a layer of skin had formed. The medicine was placed in her mouth, but her jaws were motionless, unable to swallow on her own.