The little prince's illness comes on quickly but goes away slowly.
The fever goes away in the morning, but then comes back again in the afternoon and evening, and it goes back and forth endlessly.
Queen Fang took good care of her with no clothes on, and had no energy to care about outside matters.
But even so, the little prince's illness continued to get worse.
By the tenth day, he had no fever in the afternoon and no fever in the evening.
He was still worried.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that things were finally getting better this time, and even the doctors wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.
Emperor Longqing only had such a precious son.
When his son fell ill, he couldn't take care of anything else and ran to Fengyi Palace after the court.
The little palace lady who was burning paper outside was also caught.
It was said that she was a palace servant who had served Concubine Feng in the palace.
She was thinking of Concubine Feng's kindness, so she burned paper money for Concubine Feng on the Ghost Festival.
Now Emperor Longqing didn't care about her, but Concubine De was so anxious that she took off her hairpin and came to Fengyi Palace every day to apologize.
He had been kneeling for more than ten days in a row.
Emperor Longqing would see her every time he came to Fengyi Palace.
He sighed and wanted to tell her not to kneel down.
After all, she was still pregnant, but there was trouble inside again.
The little prince had a fever again, this time it was accompanied by high fever and convulsions, and he would convulse after a while.
The queen almost went crazy with anxiety, tears fell down the back of her hands, and she cried hoarsely while holding the little prince.
Emperor Longqing was even more frightened and angry.
In his rage, he couldn't care about anything.
He completely forgot about Concubine De and the others, and repeatedly asked Eunuch An to ask the court to correct them.
Most of the imperial doctors were originally stationed in the side hall of Fengyi Palace on standby.
As soon as they heard the summons, they came immediately.
When they came forward to look at it, they were all helpless.
The little prince is too young after all.
If the fever continues, he may burn out his brain.
But if they were asked to prescribe heavy medicine to reduce the little prince's fever immediately, it would be a huge risk for such a young child.
No matter how he could bear it, don't take even one dose of heavy medicine.
The situation would be even worse.
Even Yuan Zheng was sweating profusely and kneeling on the ground, unable to think of a way for a while.
In the anger of Emperor Longqing, one Buddha was born and two Buddhas entered Nirvana.
At this moment, he couldn't care about anything.
He pointed at the imperial doctors and cursed: "If you can't cure the little prince, all of you will come to see me."
Finally, the Confucius Institute found the courage, glanced at Yuan Zheng, and whispered a few words in Yuan Zheng's ear.
The hospital turned back to see him.
He hesitated for a moment and then kowtowed to Emperor Longqing: "Your Majesty, at the beginning of last year, there was an outbreak of typhoid fever in the capital.
The last prescription was donated by the pharmacy of Dingbei Houfu.
After the improvement of our Taiyuan Hospital, it was able to contain it.
After suffering this typhoid fever, the symptoms of the little prince now are somewhat similar."
He didn't dare to raise his head, lying on the ground hesitating and hesitating, and then said: "The Confucius Institute was responsible for dealing with which drug store at that time, and learned a method to reduce fever.
It just required the use of soju.
I don't know if the little prince can do it."
To be able to withstand the wishes of a humble minister is a very good method in extraordinary times.
It is really not a good idea for the little prince to continue burning like this."
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Before Emperor Long Qing spoke, Empress Fang suddenly became surprisingly calm.
She held the little prince with a feverish face in her arms and said decisively: "No matter what method, I can't take care of so much now, let's give it a try first."
The little prince had begun to roll his eyes and was about to pass away.
Queen Fang bit her lip and knelt down in front of Emperor Longqing, crying uncontrollably and begging him for help.
The child was placed in Emperor Longqing's hands.
The child, eight or nine months old, was white, fat, and soft in his hands.
Emperor Longqing felt as if it weighed a thousand kilograms.
It took him a long while before he rushed forward with difficulty.
The president of the institute and the Confucius Institute nodded: “Then let’s do this.”
The judge of the Confucius Institute hurriedly bowed his head in response, ordered his disciples to go down and prepare, and ordered some soju.
After cleaning everyone, he started to strike tremblingly.
First, he mixed some shochu with warm water, stripped the little prince naked and put him on the bed, leaving him to cry.
He only left a small bellyband.
Except for his chest, which he avoided wiping, the other parts were carefully wiped with warm water.
After an unknown amount of time, the child shouted in surprise: "Your Majesty, the master is no longer burning."
The president of the hospital and the judge of the Confucius Institute stood up hurriedly and went to explore the palms of the little prince's hands and his armpits.
They found that it had indeed dropped a lot, and the flush on his face had also receded, and they were relieved.
The two of them looked at each other and felt that they had saved their lives.
They asked the wet nurse to re-dress the little prince, and warned him not to wear too thick clothes to prevent the heat from dissipating, and then went out to recover.
Queen Fang couldn't wait any longer.
When she heard that the fever was gone, she recovered from the panic.
She rushed into the room with a sob, knelt in front of the bed and carefully touched her son's face and body.
Emperor Longqing followed behind.
When he went in, he saw that his son had already fallen asleep and was not jumping in shock like before.
Then he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded to the Confucius Institute judge and director: "Reward."
Queen Fang had been out of water and rice for many days.
Seeing that her whole body seemed to have lost a layer of skin, Emperor Longqing reached out to help her and comforted her softly: "Aman will be fine, everything is fine." " The little prince's nickname was given by Queen Fang.
Mrs.
Fang said that she wanted the little prince to be happy in the future, which was a good omen.
But the name wasn't very good, at least Queen Fang couldn't see how it was perfect.
The house is already like that Empress Fang raised the corner of her lips and sneered, stretched out her hand to brush him away, and stared at him: "Your Majesty, who is the reason why Aman is like this?"
Emperor Longqing lowered his head, looked at his son sleeping peacefully, and said with difficulty from his throat: "It's me."
If he had not quarreled with Queen Fang, perhaps this ordeal would not have happened.
He reached out to hold the hairpin by Queen Fang's ear, brushed her broken hair behind her ears, and sighed softly: "It's me.
It’s because I can’t help you.”
Tears fell from Queen Fang's eyes, and she laughed with deep grievance: "You can't forgive me, and you can't forgive Aman.
If it weren't for the people in this palace, they would serve others, worship others, and disobey others.
If it weren't for the fact that the management of palace affairs is no longer in my hands, I wouldn't dare to treat our mother and son so lightly."
Emperor Longqing lowered his head even more.
An old man and a young wife, Queen Fang is young enough to be his daughter.
He has always held Queen Fang in the palm of his hand, and now she has given birth to a very important son for him.
He has always treated her differently. , conniving.
Besides, she still felt aggrieved.
He sighed: "It's up to you to deal with these people however you want."
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