The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

"Xiang Gong!" Shen Yijia's heart sank suddenly, she crawled over in a panic, just touching his back, the hot palm of her hand made her heart stagnate.

She hurriedly turned Song Jingchen's body over.

I saw his face flushed, and intermittent muffled humming overflowed from his clenched teeth.

Shen Yijia held Song Jingchen into her arms with trembling hands: "Master, don't scare me..."

"Young madam?" Thirty thousand voices came from outside the door. It was Ji Luo who was worried and asked him to guard outside.

Shen Yijia said anxiously: "Thirty thousand, hurry up, hurry up and call my mother over."

Thirty thousand responded and trotted to find someone. Ji Luo wanted to quickly find a way to cure the plague, but he still stayed in the pharmacy.

After a while, the door was pushed open from the outside, the wind and rain came in, and Shen Yijia shrank from the cold, it was revealed from her bones, she subconsciously hugged Song Jingchen tighter.

"Mother, my husband has been shaking, you, show him quickly." She nervously looked at Ji Luo who came in, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Ji Luo softly reassured: "Okay, mother, show him, you release him first."

Shen Yijia glanced at Song Jingchen and only took his hand out of the bed and did not let go.

Seeing her appearance, Ji Luo didn't dare to persuade him any more, and reached out to Song Jingchen to check her pulse.

Shen Yijia held her breath, as if afraid of affecting her.

After a long time, Ji Luo retracted his hand: "Jiajia, Ah Chen he..."

"Plague, is it a plague?" Shen Yijia asked.

Ji Luo nodded reluctantly.

"Me, what should I do? Xianggong is very uncomfortable now, mother, what should I do to make him feel better?"

She is now exactly like a toddler, desperate to be told where to go next.

Ji Luo didn't feel good in his heart: "I'll ask Mo Yuan to get some water in, you help him wipe his body..."

"Fetching water, okay, I'll go fetch water." Shen Yijia finally let go of Song Jingchen, seeing that he was shaking so much, she hurriedly put her thin quilt over him, and even forgot to put on her shoes when she got out of bed, she had to go out .

"Jiajia!" Ji Luo stopped her.

Shen Yijia turned back blankly.

Ji Luo's nose was sour: "Put on your shoes, otherwise Achen knows it's time to worry."

Shen Yijia looked down at her feet and murmured, "Yes, you can't let your husband worry."

"Master, Miss, she..."

"You follow and watch, don't let her get cold in the rain." Ji Luo looked at Shen Yijia's slightly thin back and said.

At this time, it is better to have something to distract her than to be idle.

Mo Yuan quickly caught up with her umbrella.

Ji Luo took a deep breath and ordered 30,000 to stay here, preparing to go back to the pharmacy to get medicine first.

As soon as he stepped out of the door, he saw a dim yellow light slowly approaching under the corridor.

"I'll go with you." Xuanyuance held a lantern in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

He walks around this yard every day, and the route is already well-known by heart.

Ji Luo glanced at him and walked right past him.

"I know I was wrong." Xuanyuan Ce followed her footsteps: "As long as Jiajia wants to do, I will support her."

Ji Luo didn't speak.

Xuanyuan Ce said with conscience: "That stinky boy is really good, worthy of our daughter."

Ji Luo rolled his eyes at him: "Who are you and us?"

"Jiajia was originally your daughter and I." Xuanyuan Ce whispered, and the eagerness to survive automatically shut up and said no more.

Song Jingchen's condition was much more serious than the others. He also just contracted the plague. Empress Dowager Zhou and Xuanyuan Ye used new prescriptions to stabilize their condition somewhat.

Going to Song Jingchen's place is not only ineffective, but after a night of hard work, dense red spots have appeared on his body, at first it was the back, and then spread to the limbs...

When others contract the plague, they usually have repeated fevers, but he hasn't had a fever since last night.

The medicine was poured into bowl after bowl, and he vomited it all out in no time.

Shen Yijia could only wipe his body over and over again.

Ji Luo felt that something was wrong, but did not dare to say it in front of Shen Yijia.

Until Xuanyuan Ziming came to the door before dawn...

"You said that the blood was collected by them?" Ji Luo asked in disbelief.

Xuanyuan Ziming nodded, knowing from the beginning that the plague was written by Ji Yunxi.

Song Jingchen reminded him to set up a checkpoint outside the quarantine area.

Anyone entering or leaving the quarantine area must undergo strict disinfection and routine inspections.

The purpose is to prevent people from taking things carrying the disease out to do evil, and to prevent the plague from spreading too fast.

Looking at Jiaquan and the two only sneaking out two blood-stained handkerchiefs, it can be seen that this method is still effective.

Yesterday, Ma San splashed a bag full of blood, and it was impossible for him to bring out that much by himself.

It was only after Xuanyuan Ziming interrogated Masan that he learned that the blood was collected together by everyone - while they were taking care of the patients, they used a palm-sized handkerchief to stain the pus and blood, smuggled them out, and gathered them together. , and finally collected such a bag of blood...

And to do this, it only took one day.

To be precise, after Bai Zhi and Xuanyuan Ye quarreled in public, they began to make this calculation.

Everyone is involved, it's everyone...

Ji Luo's face showed indescribable solemnity.

Usually, keeping two cold patients in one place may aggravate the illness of both parties. What's more, He Lun is the blood of so many plague patients mixed together...

Thinking of this, she frowned: "No wonder Achen's situation is so serious."

Seeing that no one had brought new medicine, Shen Yijia, who had found it by herself, stood at the door, thinking about what she heard just now, her heart sank little by little.

Beauty Xianggong is more serious than others, does it mean that others can last up to seven days with the plague, and he may not be able to last five days or even less?

Shen Yijia shook her head naively, and staggered back two steps.

Can't wait, Xianggong can't wait for her spirit liquid!

No, there must be another way!

Thinking of something, Shen Yijia turned around abruptly and ran back.

The movement was so loud that the people in the hall were disturbed. Mo Yuan walked out but saw only her back.

"It's Miss." she said.

Ji Luo was startled: "Jiajia must have heard it, go take a look."

Shen Yijia ran back to the room, drove out the 30,000 people who were guarding inside, slammed the door shut, rummaged through the box and found a dagger, kicked his shoes and climbed onto the bed, and took Song Jingchen's half body into his arms again.

"It must be useful, it must be useful." She repeated this sentence, whether she was convincing herself or praying to God.

As she said that, she picked up the dagger and slashed it towards the palm of her left hand...

Unexpectedly, a big hand rested on her left hand with little strength.

Shen Yijia paused, turned her head in disbelief, and met a pair of helpless eyes.

"Master, you are awake!"

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(Please ask for a monthly ticket, ah, let me stay on the monthly ticket list for a while, it's a ball! I don't dare to think about it at other times, only at the beginning of the month!)