High fever for 2 days

  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.

  His hands trembled as he pointed at the vast wilderness, unable to swallow?

  He put the medicine bowl aside, pinched Lan Ya's chin with one hand, forcing her to open her mouth, and poured the medicine into her mouth. The medicine was poured in, but it flowed out of the corner of her mouth immediately.

  "Your Highness, she can no longer swallow." The imperial physician reminded him in a low voice.

  His hands froze in mid-air, his eyes dark and menacing. He flung the spoon aside, picked up the medicine bowl, tilted his head back to take a sip, then bent down to feed her mouth-to-mouth.

  The breath entered the top, and a whole mouthful of medicine went into her abdomen. Seeing this, the doctor widened his eyes and immediately turned around.

  Such an astonishing move, it's the first time I've seen it, it seems that Wang Ye really cares about this woman.

  The medicine has been administered, but the high fever doesn't seem to be subsiding at all. The heat is scorching, hotter than a furnace, and time is passing minute by minute. Before you know it, it's already afternoon again.

  After a whole day, the good person has lost a circle of flesh, as if being dried up by heat. The palm-sized small face has become pointed, looking pitiful.

  The sky has been gloomy since yesterday, and everyone in the palace is tense, afraid of provoking the emperor who is in a rage.

  In the blink of an eye, two days have passed, and the fever is still ongoing. He has been running a high temperature for two days, and he suspects that her brain will be burned out.

  Two days have passed, and the Tian Shan Snow Lotus has been simmered into medicine one after another, but there is no sign of its efficacy. Zhu Ye's anxiety has also reached a boiling point, and in a fit of rage, he smashes the medicine to smithereens.

  "Two days, two days, Mu Qingyan, what do you want to do!" He grabbed her clothes at the chest, his eyes were red enough to drip blood.

  But no matter how he shook her, she closed her eyes and let her head swing back and forth with his movements.

  "You speak, you speak, don't you want me to die? Get up and kill me!" Chu Ye Kuang's eyes went wild with madness, his hands clenched into fists, the unbearable pain in his heart.

  He never knew what heartache was, but now he felt it, heartache, and how it could torment a person...

  She didn't speak, her thin cheeks even more gaunt in the dim light, her hands relaxing slightly as she laid her on the bed.

  "Your Highness, it's time for dinner." A shadow entered from outside the door, carrying a tray of dishes.

  All the maids and servants in the mansion did not dare to approach, fearing that they would provoke the king's wrath and lose their lives. Now only the four dark guards of the Dragon Rider Guard dared to come.

  "What time did I let you in? Get out." The wild and handsome face of Zhu Ye had a hint of stubble.

  "The dishes are placed below, I hope the king can eat a bit." Yǐn Yǐng said, glancing at the person on the bed with a flicker of his eyes, then turned and left without saying anything else.

  The doctor smelled the fragrance, his eyes fixed on the dishes on the table, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he had been in this room for two days, every day was like a year, and he had to endure unprecedented fright.

  Not even a single dish of food had been served, and since Wang Ye hadn't spoken up, he really couldn't move an inch.

  "Medicine, treat her." Zhū Yě Kuáng Míng suddenly let go of Lán Yǎ's body, he felt the heat seemed to have decreased.

  "Yes, yes, yes." The doctor swallowed his saliva and got up towards the bedside.

  The doctor took the patient's pulse, looked into her eyes, and suddenly the dizzy head cleared up, still unsure, checked the pulse again.

  The fever has subsided, but it's not a recovery, it's the end of life...

  Feeling this pulse, the doctor's face was shocked, his hand trembled, and the hand holding the pulse loosened.

  "What's going on?" Seeing the doctor like this, a good premonition rose in Chuangye's heart.

  "Your Highness, the young lady's high fever has finally subsided, but her breathing is rapidly weakening... I'm afraid it's too late for me to save her..." Two days and two nights of high fever would be fatal even for a robust man, let alone this frail and injured woman.

  "Unable to save the sky?" Ji Ye's voice was low and menacing, but then he burst out laughing, his laughter falling away as his eyes gleamed with madness: "Unable to save the sky? You dare say that to me? Get out! Get out, you incompetent doctor, incompetent doctor!"

  The doctor was so frightened that he fell to the ground and lost his ability to run, staring blankly at the terrifying Wild Yuanyang.

  Jue Ye turned around and looked at the woman on the bed, wanting to escape from him was absolutely impossible. He took a step forward, pinched her chin, his eyes were fierce and cold: "Mu Qingyan, you'd rather die than try to get rid of me!"

  His voice carried an inner power, and his whole body burst forth with a coldness.

  "Die, you dare to die!" The beautiful face contorted in extreme terror.

  His fingers pinched her chin tightly, and that thin chin became red and swollen.

  "Ow..." The person on the bed let out a sound.

  Her eyelashes quivered slightly, and a narrow slit opened, with a blurry figure looming in her vision.

  He hastily helped her up, his eyes urgent: "Mù Qīngyán, open your eyes and look at this king..."

  "Lian Cheng, you... have returned..." Her eyes were distant and her life was without any entanglements, the only one she had ever been concerned about was Lian Cheng.

  In her dazed mind, everything was a blur except for that white figure, with him in her heart, so she only saw him...

  Jūya Kyōmei grasped her shoulder with force, his urgent eyes filled with murderous intent, and once again, it was a hundred miles of continuous cities.

  "Your Majesty's face is ashen with rage, if I hear his name from your mouth once more, this king will surely chop him into ten thousand pieces!"

  Lan Ya's eyes slightly opened, and she felt that she had slept very soundly, feeling as if she had slept for a long time. The blood in her body was boiling, as if it was constantly guiding her.

  Her painful body felt much better after a sleep, but her ten fingers and toes were very sore, so sore that she had to open her eyes...

  Opening her eyes, she slightly regained consciousness, and the pain in her arm made her sober. The first thing that entered her sight was a face full of anger.

  "What's wrong with you?" Her voice was dry and her eyes showed a surprised expression, that handsome man, at this moment, looked so disheveled.

  A face full of stubble, bloodshot eyes, dark circles under the eyes, and even hair that's disheveled.

  When she called him, the anger on his face suddenly dissipated by half, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

  "Call out again." He liked hearing her call, so he could be sure it was real.

  "What?" Lan Ya frowned, her throat hurting to death, the air constantly carrying the smell of medicine, and there was some bitterness in her mouth.

  "Call my name." Chūya's eyes changed for a moment, using the word "I" to her for the first time.

  "Ne... uh..." She hadn't even finished speaking when his large hand clamped down on the back of her head, and his lips pressed down on hers in a forceful kiss.