Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace: Wanwan's Daily Advancement

"Wanwan, pain, Feifei."

"Mother, don't be afraid, it hurts so much."

Different children, almost the same words, made Yanwan almost cry out.

With tears in her eyes, she resisted the urge to hug Yongcong, and followed the imperial physician's instructions to carefully apply medicine powder on his body.

He hasn't got any acne yet, just a low-grade fever. After a while, he will have a sustained high fever until he gets acne, and then his body temperature will drop.

As long as you get through the acne and the disease is eliminated, and the body's self-healing ability overcomes the damage to the internal organs caused by the disease, you will survive.

Seventh Prince, everything will be fine!

"My dear, please let me do these tasks. You are weak. If you get infected, it will be the end of you!"

"I know. If I can't hold on any longer, I'll tell you."

She loves Yongcong, but she is still Wei Yanwan who knows best what is best for herself. If she really can't hold on, she won't force herself.

This is the only legitimate prince of the Qing Dynasty. All those present are the most powerful female doctors and imperial physicians in the palace, and each one of them is more powerful than her.

She would not cause trouble out of blind kindness. She just needed to keep a close eye on things, not let anyone be careless, and not let those with ulterior motives take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. She would then promptly inform the Empress of Yongcong's condition, which was what she really should have done.

It was getting light and voices could be heard faintly outside.

Yan Wan seemed to have sensed something and hurried out of the door. As expected, she saw Empress Fucha kneeling at the door of Xiefang Palace, staring at this side.

Seeing her come out, Empress Fucha straightened up suddenly.

Yan Wan took two quick steps forward and stood in the middle: "Don't be afraid, Your Majesty. The Seventh Prince is in good spirits and slept well at night. The imperial physician said that he only has a low fever now and is not in any danger."

Empress Fucha felt relieved, as she suddenly lost her strength and slid down.

Fortunately, Su Lian and Lian Xin quickly supported her and prevented her from falling.

Yan Wan asked, "Have you eaten yet, Madam? What are you going to eat later? I know, so I can go back and tell the Seventh Prince."

Empress Fucha knew that she was trying to persuade her to eat, but how could she eat? But looking at Yan Wan's thin body, she could not even stand steadily, but still insisted on talking to her. Tears fell down and she choked up and said, "What I eat, what I eat is..."

Lian Xin wiped her tears and opened the food box, then took out a porcelain bowl: "It's mushroom and shredded chicken porridge! Madam!"

Empress Fucha choked with sobs and took Lianxin's hand, struggling to swallow the porridge stuck in her throat.

Can!

too difficult!

It felt like there was a hard stone stuck in her throat, making it impossible for her to even swallow.

Empress Fucha sniffed, wiped her tears and tried again and again, finally swallowing the porridge, and forced a smile to Yanwan: "Yes, it is mushroom and shredded chicken porridge. Wanwan, tell Yongcong not to be afraid, mother is waiting for her outside."

Yan Wan rolled her throat several times before she squeezed out a sound: "I will definitely tell him!"

Empress Fucha said softly, "Wanwan, good child, don't get into trouble."

Yanwan paused, for she was really afraid that she would cry again, and hurried into the house.

She huddled in a corner and cried silently. After she finished sobbing, she stood up, disinfected herself strictly according to Qi Ru's instructions, and then drank three bowls of thick medicine in a row.

After changing her clothes, she armed herself again and went in. She sat in the corner of the room, staring at the imperial doctors and female doctors, and touched Yongcong's forehead from time to time.

This went on day after day, night after night, and on the fifth day, Yongcong began to have a high fever.

He had a fever for three days.

During these three days, Empress Fucha could not eat anything. Only when Yan Wan came out and asked her what she had eaten under the pretext of the Seventh Prince, would she swallow a little food with difficulty and hang on to her life.

On the ninth day of staying in Xiefang Palace, the Seventh Prince started to get acne.

Yan Wan almost cried with joy: "Doctor Qi! It's out! It's out!"

She felt dizzy and fell to the ground, crying and laughing.

Qi Ru and other imperial doctors rushed forward, and each of them was crying with joy like her.

Yan Wan slowed down a little, then hurriedly got up and rushed outside: "Your Majesty! The Seventh Prince has had acne, and the disease has come out! Our chances are getting better and better! Your Majesty!"

Empress Fucha finally smiled for the first time in many days: "Okay, okay."

Yan Wan looked at her eagerly: "My Lady, are you willing to eat more?"

Empress Fucha was so soft-hearted that she said, "Eat! I will definitely eat more today! Good boy, you should eat more too!"

Lianxin hurriedly brought the porridge that was almost cold, and Empress Fucha ate a lot of it in front of Yanwan.

Yanwan felt the meager warmth of the winter sun falling on her body, and couldn't help but smile.

very nice.

Great.

She waved her hands happily and walked briskly into the house.

The Seventh Prince, who always had a burning fever and couldn't even open his eyes, smiled sweetly at her with a face full of pockmarks: "Wanwan, don't cry, it hurts."

Yan Wan smiled as brightly as a spring flower: "It hurts so much!"

Day after day, Yongcong's fever gradually subsided, and he became more energetic. The imperial physician even allowed him to wrap himself in a small quilt and carry him to the door of the house, where he waved to Empress Fucha.

Seeing Empress Fucha crying and laughing outside, and hearing the Seventh Prince's happy laughter, Yan Wan wanted to let the mother and son look at each other more, but she hardened her heart and sent Yongcong back to his bed after saying hello.

Yongcong was very young, but very smart. He knew that the scars on his body could make people sick. Even though he wanted to be close to Yanwan, he only carefully placed his hand on her arm through the quilt.

"Mother is crying, Wanwan, you have to comfort her."

Yan Wan felt sad and put him on the bed with a smile on her face: "What I say is useless. Seventh Prince's words are the most effective! Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, a new year and a new beginning. Our Yong Cong has grown another year older!"

Yongcong curved his eyes and looked at her softly, proud and happy: "I've grown up, one year old!"

He tilted his head: "Will there be fireworks on New Year's Eve?"

During these days, Yan Wan told him a lot of things that he had never seen or played before. As long as he was awake, she would try her best to arouse his interest, hoping that his vitality would become stronger and stronger.

She shook his little hand and said, "Of course, the Seventh Prince has recovered from his illness and will be able to return to Changchun Palace in two days. If the Queen and the Emperor are happy, they will definitely set off a lot of beautiful fireworks."

Yongcong's bright eyes sparkled with anticipation. His long eyelashes trembled and he rubbed his eyes: "Wanwan, I want to sleep."

Yan Wan nodded gently: "Go to sleep, the queen and I will be watching over you."

Yongcong smiled unconsciously, tilted his little head, and fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Wan didn't know why she felt a little nervous. She turned her head to look outside the house and saw people coming and going. Suddenly, she felt a little dark in front of her eyes.

She shook her head, stood up and went outside: "Where is Doctor Qi?"

The female doctors who were busy burning moxa and disinfecting the room helped her up and said, "Mrs. Ling, you are shaking even when you walk. Are you okay?"

Qi Ru stood up from the corner in confusion: "Are you feeling unwell, my lord? I have been guarding here the whole time!"

Didn't she ask him before if he dared to pick up the prince and walk to the door of the room so that the queen could see him from a distance? How could he forget it when he just took a breath?