High fever

As soon as Su Nianwei stepped out of the prison door, he was intercepted by Dongling Chutian. He said that he had invited a royal doctor.

Suddenly, she remembered that he had never left. She knew that he must also be worried about the snow chill, but he had to pretend to be indifferent.

In this way, Xue Han has been in a coma and a long dream.

When the imperial doctor came, Su Nianwei came forward compactly. She saw that the snow in Dongling, who was already in a coma, was very cold and chaotic. She knew that his condition should be a little serious. So he looked aside anxiously, but he couldn't do anything, and his hands were so anxious that he sweated a thin layer.

At this time, the half-year-old thin imperial doctor brought a bowl of cold water and gave him a drink with his lips.

The muddle-headed Ling Xuehan in the Middle East seemed to be very painful and kept rolling his body.

Dongling Chutian saw his own brother lying in a dream so awkwardly, sighed, quickly walked to the imperial doctor and quickly called him for medical treatment.

I saw him holding his cold wrist, and his three fingers covered his pulse.

"How's it going?" Su Nianwei asked in horror, unable to settle down.

After a while, the imperial doctor spoke. He looked at Dongling Chutian and seemed to be embarrassed. When Dongling Chutian nodded, he said slowly, "The ninth prince is suffering from the disease of wind chill, which is caused by the evil attack of wind chill and the loss of lung qi."

Unable to understand these ancient texts, Su Nianwei directly stepped forward and asked, "What's going on? Is it serious?"

The royal doctor glanced at Su Nianwei in a dilemma and looked at Dongling Chutian. After a long time, hesitantly said, "Uh... It's not a big deal. Weichen only needs to prescribe a few prescriptions to let the ninth prince take the soup three times a day, and then the ninth prince can get better. After all, he is young and strong, and this disease will recover quickly."

Hearing this, Su Nianwei was slightly relieved.

At this time, the wind rose and lay on the ground trembled slightly.

Dongling Xuehan's face was pale, his red lips were tight, and his breath was short and he let out a cold word.

When Dongling Chutian saw this, the picture in his mind jumped and fell into the dark abyss. Seeing that the ninth emperor's brother was so uncomfortable, he secretly felt that the prison environment was difficult and made him look like this. Immediately ordered people to bring a few quilts, spread them on the ground, and then take off the white clothes worn by the prince and cover them on the quilt.

However, the royal doctor retreated, and two jailers also followed him to prescribe medicine. Su Nianwei sat next to Xue Han for a long time and sighed.

Then, she turned her head and looked at Dongling Chutian's solemn appearance. She didn't know what he was thinking at this time, but she thought that he must also be worried about the safety of the snow cold kid. Therefore, he was not very angry. He just sat next to him and said calmly, "How about letting him go?"

He replied curiously calmly; "Impossible!"

"Why?" She suppressed her anger and resisted the impulse to roar. After all, if Xue Han hadn't been soft for a while, he wouldn't have been afraid to exist today.

He said, "If you let him go, it is equivalent to selfishness. In this way, there will be more people who will compete with me in the future.

"You..." She looked at him indifferently and was speechless.

He still said calmly; "It's okay. If you want to blame me, it's all my fault..."

She said, "Now I don't have the right to blame anyone." Everything is because of her, isn't it?"

He six; "Maybe I'm wrong. I shouldn't have tortured him so much. I'm too cruel. Go and have a rest. The imperial doctor has already said that there is no big problem for me to stay with him and wait for him to finish his medicine before leaving.

She turned around stubbornly; "I won't go!"

He looked at her sitting silently, speechless and said slightly sadly, "Why? Can you make Jiu's brother recover from his illness like this?

She said, "I don't care. I'll see him until he's healed!" After saying that, she looked back at him. She was unconscious, her face was as white as paper, and her fever was high. She stroked his forehead with her heartache, and hot sweat dripped into her heart like boiling water.

He looked at her silently, as if thinking of something. The black pupil flashed a deep and complex emotion. After all, he didn't say anything and turned away.

On the way, Dongling Chutian said awe-inspiringly to the head of the prison: "I want you to order people to strengthen the guard, and the imperial doctor waiter on the side without permission until the king of Han recovers. In addition, if someone is a little more relaxed and neglecting the prince, it will be like the jailer's armor, with his head hanging high.

"Yes..."

Su Nianwei gently poured medicine for Dongling Xuehan, but the medicine repeatedly leaked down his chin and then flowed away.

Seeing that Dongling Xuehan couldn't drink the medicine, she frowned slightly and called him. She found that even the noise in front of him could only open his lips, but his eyelids seemed to be very tired but could not wake up.

She was afraid of what would happen to him, so she forcibly opened his jaw, poured some medicine, made him sit up, and forced him to drink the medicine. After so many times, she finally gave him a bowl of medicine.

After putting him down, the big stone under Su Nianwei's heart fell, but he was choked by the medicine and coughed. In a coma, he stretched out his hand and she quickly held it.

However, she caught a glimpse of Dongling's cold and bloody hand clenched the small stones, raised her eyes, and carved countless dense small words "wangchen", "tail" and "missing" in the corner of the stone wall that came into view. Suddenly, they were confused and confused her vision.

He was still immersed in a coma, tears flowing down his cheeks, and grasping his hand like a life-saving straw. Tight and won't let go. He squeezed out a Sichuan character between his eyebrows and never woke up. He shouted like a dream and called something inaudible.

She listened carefully, but she didn't know what he was talking about. But she understood that he was very uncomfortable.

So he took Xue Han's hand again and said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with it?"

A word in a coma; "Brother..."

Su Nianwei was shocked and hurriedly responded, "Don't worry, he will come soon."

After saying that, she said to the jailer behind her, "Tell the emperor quickly that King Han wants to see him."

In this way, Dongling Xuehan seemed to open his eyes slightly, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Su Nianwei sighed, covered the quilt for Dongling Xuehan, and lay aside to serve.

......................................

I don't know how long it took, Dongling Chutian came. Looking at Su Nianwei beside Dongling Xuehan looking at the top of the prison with a dull face, his former clear water eyes were full of ashes. His heart suddenly suffocated and angrily scolded the jailer next to him, "Didn't I let you take good care of King Han? Why did you let her do these things to deliver medicine and water? If you have any illness and cold, can you afford it?

Su Nianwei heard the angry shouting, came to his senses and replied with a godless face; "I'm going to do it myself. Don't blame them!"

"You..." Even if he knew that she was voluntary, but when she said so, the jealousy in his heart arose. He suddenly thought, if she fell into the end of the ninth imperial brother, would she do the same to herself?

"Xue Han wants to see you." Unable to guess his thoughts, Su Nianwei just said the words in his heart lightly.

He looked at the ninth emperor's brother, and his face was more transparent and moist, not as pale as at noon. Gradually relieved, he walked into the cell.

She seemed to be weak and her face was a little blue. It's not better than Dongling Xuehan. For a while, he was even more unbearable, and his face was full of sadness; "Let's visit him again tomorrow. Now it's late at night, it's inconvenient to stay for a long time. I will order the jailer to take good care of him."

He thought she would stay here stubbornly, but she had a faint jaw, so she stood up like a soulless doll and left coldly.