The Royal Family's Orphan is on the Rise

Seeing this, the guard quickly took off his clothes.

"Sir, please wear my clothes."

Shen Jiarou quickly took it: "Thank you."

She quickly put it on her son, and Jiang Ziwen was no longer so cold, but the situation on the prince's side was more serious.

The prince's small body lay in the arms of a palace maid. He looked at his worried father and mother, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Father, I'm so scared..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted.

Queen Mu Simin was shocked: "Prince... Imperial Physician, come and take a look at the prince."

All the imperial doctors were in Fengyi Palace. Ji Chenyu was about to carry the prince back to Fengyi Palace himself, but was stopped by everyone. In the end, it was the guards who carried the prince back to Fengyi Palace.

In Fanghua Palace, Jiang Ziwen began to feel cold. Shen Jiarou kept taking her son's pulse but couldn't find out what was wrong.

Jiang Ruofan, who received the news, hurried over from the Regent Princess's Mansion. Seeing the painful look on the eldest son's face, his heart ached.

"lady."

"Husband, I don't know what's wrong with Wenwen. He's been itching all over and now he's starting to feel cold."

"It's so cold..."

Aunt Zhenhua arranged for the palace maids to burn a lot of charcoal, and the whole Fanghua Palace was very warm. Looking at her son in pain, Shen Jiarou felt very distressed.

"Wenwen, don't scare your mother." Her tears fell silently, hurting her body as well as her heart.

Jiang Ruofan had never seen his wife so helpless, not even during her three childbirths. He held his wife in his arms.

"Ma'am, we will find a way."

At this moment, Shen Jiarou felt that she was not talented enough and had studied medicine for more than 20 years, but it was of no use at all at this moment.

"Princess, Prince Consort, there are doctors in the mansion, why not let them check on the prince?" Mo Wen, who had been quiet all the time, suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked at him when they heard this: "I am also thinking that having one more doctor means having one more hope."

Shen Jiarou was about to pick up Jiang Ziwen, but Jiang Ruofan understood what she meant and pulled her up.

"Ma'am, Wenwen has grown bigger and heavier now. Let me hold him."

The couple walked to the gate of Fanghua Palace with their child and happened to meet Ji Chenyu.

Ji Chenyu looked puzzled: "Where are you taking Wenwen?"

Shen Jiarou said anxiously: "Wenwen has a cold. I want to take him back to the mansion and let the two palace doctors take a look at him."

Ji Chenyu felt sad when he thought that his only son was also on the verge of death.

"Let them enter the palace. If they are of any use, I hope they can save the prince as well."

The couple looked at each other, and Shen Jiarou looked at Zhang Zirou and Zheng Shutong and gave instructions.

"Sister Zirou, Sister Shutong, quickly go back in two directions. Whoever arrives first will bring the palace doctor into the palace."

The two bowed respectfully: "Yes, Princess."

Shen Jiarou looked at Ji Chenyu and asked, "Brother, let them use Qinggong to go faster in the palace."

"I'll listen to you. Just use Qinggong."

The two men nodded respectfully, and disappeared in an instant.

Looking at Jiang Ziwen who was sweating coldly, Ji Chenyu walked up and touched his forehead and found that it was very hot again.

Ji Chenyu was shocked: "He has a fever?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jiarou touched her son's forehead and compared it with her own forehead, and found that it was really frighteningly hot.

"This...Ruofan, quickly carry Wenwen into the hall."

Jiang Ruofan hurriedly carried Jiang Ziwen to the side hall and put him down. Ji Chenyu was also heartbroken when he saw this scene?

"Brother, what do the two doctors say?"

Jiang Ruofan also looked at him. Ji Chenyu shook his head silently. Shen Jiarou almost fell down. Jiang Ruofan supported her in time?

"lady."

"Fourth Imperial Sister..."

Shen Jiarou closed her eyes in pain, then spoke with tears in her eyes.

"What on earth is going on? We can't find the cause. Could this be a planned murder?"

Ji Chenyu frowned and pursed his lips: "I have asked someone to investigate, I hope there will be a result."

Shen Jiarou clenched her fists and said angrily, "If I find out who harmed my son, I will make him pay double."

Jiang Ziwen was in great pain after a cold night, and Shen Jiarou and Jiang Ruofan were so tortured that they had lost all their energy.

When Ji Chenyu returned to Fengyi Palace, Queen Mu Simin hurried over.

"Your Majesty, what's going on in Fanghua Palace?"

The empress dowager also looked at him. The grand empress dowager looked at her grandson and shook her head. The Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground. Everyone was even more shocked when they saw this scene.

The prince looked at his adoptive mother and biological mother, his eyes filled with tears. He spoke weakly, "Mother, Mother, is there no hope for me?"

The Queen Mother was heartbroken when she heard this: "My precious grandson, please don't talk nonsense. The Imperial Grandmother can't stand being frightened."

She had finally raised a child to this age, how could she bear it if he died?

Fanghua Palace

Doctor Li and Doctor Liu rushed over in a hurry and walked all the way to the bedroom where Jiang Ziwen was. Looking at the weak young man, they didn't have time to greet him, but went straight forward and each took one of his hands to feel his pulse. Shen Jiarou, Jiang Ruofan and others were very anxious.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Aunt Zhenhua hurriedly urged them.

"Two doctors, how is the prince?"

Doctor Li sighed and shook his head: "Princess, Prince Consort, I don't know why."

Doctor Liu stood up and sighed, "This is really strange. The prince has been cold all night, but he doesn't look like he has a cold."

Aunt Zhenhua said, "But this is not a solution. Is there any medicine that can relieve the symptoms?"

The two of them shook their heads. Aunt Zhenhua looked at Shen Jiarou, and she also shook her head.

Zhen Luosang has watched Jiang Ziwen grow up since he was a child. Seeing him lying on the bed so pale, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Princess, we have to find a solution quickly. The prince is still young and can't wait."

Shen Jiarou was also very anxious, but as a doctor, she really had no solution. She wandered around the hall anxiously, and she recalled all the cases in the medical books, but she still couldn't find any solution.

For someone like her who clearly knows medical skills, having to watch her son suffer while being unable to do anything about it makes her feel even more heartbroken.

She was walking in a disorderly manner and was tripped by her own dress. Jiang Ruofan quickly stepped forward to hold her back.

"Ma'am, please slow down."

Shen Jiarou looked at the healed wound on her arm and had a bold idea in her mind.

"Ruofan, I have an idea."

Jiang Ruofan was surprised and asked, "What's the solution?"

"Let me have the same symptoms as Wenwen, and then try each method one by one."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ruofan rejected him directly.

"No, I can't let you take risks."

Shen Jiarou held his arm tightly, and two lines of tears fell.

"This is the only way I can think of. Let's try it."

"I am the one who should try. I am also his father, Princess. Let me try."

Shen Jiarou shook her head: "No, you definitely can't tell me the symptoms accurately. Only I can try this method."

At this time, Jiang Ziwen began to groan in discomfort again: "It's so hot, so cold."

His hands were still scratching himself, and looking at the scratched areas, Shen Jiarou became very anxious.

"We took off Wenwen's clothes. Now only his underwear may have some residue left."

Jiang Ruofan walked forward painfully and was about to take off his clothes, but was stopped by Shen Jiarou.