nashuaworldcup Chapter 239 Sleepless Night
Chapter 239 Sleepless Night
Half an hour later, Wen Jiayue's fever subsided somewhat.
Shen Fuhan remained vigilant and personally stayed by the bedside.
He even took over Ruyi's chores, doing everything from changing handkerchiefs to wiping away sweat.
Ruyi had been idle for a long time and felt somewhat apprehensive.
The Marquis says he doesn't blame her, but is he really going to sell her off?
But she didn't dare to directly compete with the Marquis for the job, so she spoke cautiously.
"My lord, the Emperor and the Princess sent over some tonics two quarters of an hour ago. What do you plan to do with them?"
Shen Fuhan said casually, "Leave it for now."
He didn't have time to think about why Li Zhilan sent the tonics or how he should thank her; he just wanted to take care of Wen Jiayue.
Ruyi scratched her head for a moment, then said, "My lord, why don't you go and have your meal first? I can take care of the lady."
After much fuss, it was already dark, and the small kitchen had already prepared dinner.
A maidservant came to ask once, but the Marquis did not respond, so she dismissed the maidservant.
It's almost 7 PM now, and the Marquis must be hungry after a busy afternoon.
Moreover, the lady only had a fever, and both the physicians and the imperial physicians looked relaxed, so it was obviously not a serious illness.
But the Marquis's behavior made it seem as if his wife was seriously ill.
"I'm not eating," Shen Fuhan said calmly. "Have the kitchen keep the porridge warm so that Madam can drink it when she wakes up."
Ruyi had no choice but to agree and go out to deliver the message.
Seeing that fine beads of sweat had appeared on Wen Jiayue's forehead again, Shen Fuhan gently wiped them clean with a handkerchief.
"Zhao Zhao..."
Wen Jiayue suddenly murmured Zhao Zhao's name. Shen Fuhan paused. Was she dreaming?
"Don't be afraid..." Wen Jiayue's voice was filled with pain, "Mother... will protect you..."
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to sob softly.
Shen Fuhan wiped away her tears and whispered, "I will protect Zhaozhao, and you too."
"No, don't hurt Zhaozhao," Wen Jiayue choked out, "Let her live... I'll die in her place, please..."
Shen Fuhan gripped her hand tightly; this dream was far too terrifying.
He hesitated between waking her up and not, as if Wen Jiayue was having a different dream.
“Zhaozhao likes boats…” A slight smile played on her lips, “Let’s go boating…”
Shen Fuhan said softly, "Okay, let's row."
She fell ill, so her trip to the temple in a couple of days would have to be postponed.
It just so happens that she once mentioned wanting to take Zhaozhao boating on the lake. If she recovers, they can go boating in the mansion.
"So many dragonflies..."
As she was deep in thought, Wen Jiayue spoke again.
Shen Fuhan snapped out of her reverie; she really liked dragonflies.
He noted this down and planned to have someone catch dragonflies the next day and release them all by the lake.
Wen Jiayue murmured many incomprehensible words, which were not connected into sentences. Shen Fuhan could not hear her clearly, so he continued to focus on taking care of her.
But... he wasn't in her dreams.
Shen Fuhan sighed softly and didn't think about it anymore.
The sound of the clapper rang for a long time in the dead of night, and Wen Jiayue slowly woke up.
She lifted her heavy eyelids, and before she could see what was in front of her, she felt a hand being grabbed.
"Ah Yue, you're awake?"
The unfamiliar address and slightly urgent tone made Wen Jiayue not immediately realize that it was Shen Fuhan speaking.
She raised her free hand, removed the handkerchief from her forehead, and rubbed her forehead with a frown.
Perhaps she poured too much cold water on her head, because her head was now aching and felt unusually heavy.
"Headache?" Shen Fuhan frowned and called out, "Go and fetch the royal physician!"
The familiar voice brought Wen Jiayue back to her senses, and she then glanced at Shen Fuhan.
For some reason, she felt that he had aged a bit. His once handsome face was now covered in stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked worried and troubled.
Wen Jiayue sized him up as if he were a stranger.
When Shen Fuhan met her gaze, he was somewhat puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Wen Jiayue nodded subconsciously, but then quickly shook her head.
How could she say she was better? She had to keep pretending to be sick.
Shen Fuhan's expression immediately turned serious, and he asked, "Is it more serious now?"
He felt her pulse; it was much more regular than it had been at the beginning.
But she said she wasn't better, so Shen Fuhan assumed it was because his medical skills were lacking and called out again, "Go and fetch the imperial physician!"
He kept the imperial physician in the mansion, and he is currently staying there.
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue quickly replied, "No need, this is a minor illness and there's no need to call the imperial physician."
Her voice was a little hoarse. Shen Fuhan called Ruyi over and instructed, "Go to the small kitchen to stew a bowl of pear soup, and bring over dinner."
Ruyi walked in and saw that the lady had woken up and that the Marquis had given her instructions. She quickly smiled and replied, "Yes."
Seeing that Shen Fuhan ignored her words, Wen Jiayue frowned and said, "My lord, don't call the imperial physician."
The first time she invited the imperial physician, it was already quite a grand affair. If it happened again, she couldn't even imagine how angry Li Zhilan would become.
“A headache is no small matter,” Shen Fuhan said seriously. “Just listen to me and focus on getting better.”
Wen Jiayue sighed inwardly. It was just a small matter, but she couldn't say that she had done it.
Ruyi and her two maids brought over chicken soup and wolfberry and white fungus porridge.
Wen Jiayue was indeed a little hungry, but she restrained herself and said she wouldn't drink anymore after taking two sips.
If she recovers from her illness so quickly, how will she avoid the trip to the temple two days later? Wouldn't all her previous efforts be in vain?
Shen Fuhan urged, "Have some more."
She needs to recover from her illness to have the energy to eat, and the fact that she's eating so little is really worrying.
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "I have no appetite, Your Excellency, please drink."
She didn't look at it again, afraid that she wouldn't be able to resist.
Seeing her so resistant, Shen Fuhan became even more worried. Was it really just a fever?
When Elder Qian and the imperial physician arrived, Shen Fuhan explained Wen Jiayue's symptoms in detail.
The two doctors couldn't help but take it seriously, but after taking the pulse, they compared their accounts and found it somewhat unbelievable.
"Madam's illness seems to have improved considerably."
Wen Jiayue insisted, "But I still have a headache and a poor appetite, and I don't know why."
After a moment's thought, Mr. Qian asked, "Did Madam come into contact with cold water before she developed a fever? Or did she get caught in the rain yesterday?"
Wen Jiayue immediately felt a little guilty, but forced herself to say, "I washed my face with cold water today."
“If that’s the only reason, it’s not that serious,” the imperial physician and Old Qian exchanged a glance, “it’s more like they’ve been splashed with cold water.”
Wen Jiayue was a bit overwhelmed; this was truly astounding.
She quickly pretended to have a headache, frowning as she said, "I don't know, I want to sleep, I'll feel better after a nap."
Unable to find anything further, Shen Fuhan asked the two to leave.
He patted her head: "Go to sleep, I'll stay with you."
But for him, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.