nashuaworldcup Chapter 238 What Did You Call Me?
Chapter 238 What Did You Call Me?
Wen Jiayue didn't notice the change in his address; she was not fully conscious and could only slowly comprehend the second half of his sentence.
“There’s no need to call the imperial physician,” she said, frowning. “It’s just a fever.”
If Li Zhilan found out that Shen Fuhan had hired an imperial physician for her, that would be terrible.
Shen Fuhan is really something, why make such a big deal out of nothing?
But she couldn't stop Shen Fuhan; he had already sent someone to invite Ling He over.
"It'll be alright," Shen Fuhan brushed away her sweaty bangs. "The physician from the prefecture will be here soon, and the imperial physician will be here shortly as well."
His tone calmed down; the more this happened, the more composed he became.
Wen Jiayue shook her head: "No imperial physician..."
“Listen to me,” Shen Fuhan said slowly, “get a good night’s sleep, and you’ll feel better when you wake up.”
After a pause, he changed his mind and said, "Forget it, let's not sleep anymore, let's hold on a little longer."
He was afraid that if she fell asleep, she wouldn't wake up.
He kept falling asleep and waking up, and Wen Jiayue looked at him with some confusion.
Was it because she was sick that her comprehension was impaired, or did Shen Fuhan really say that?
She couldn't think any further; her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Seeing her unfocused gaze, Shen Fuhan was immediately startled: "A-Yue?"
Wen Jiayue immediately regained some of her senses and asked in confusion, "What did you call me?"
Shen Fuhan paused for a moment: "If you want to know, you're not allowed to sleep."
Wen Jiayue immediately lost interest; sleeping was more important.
She was already ill, so the plan to go to the temple to fulfill her vow in a couple of days was naturally abandoned, thus saving Ruyi's life.
As for summoning the imperial physician... she couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she gave up.
We can think about the future later. In short, a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. What else is there for her to worry about?
She closed her eyes again, and Shen Fuhan, somewhat anxious, took her pulse.
A strong, dilated pulse with irregular pulse patterns are symptoms of fever.
But because of what happened in his dream, he always suspected that there were still pulse signs that he hadn't been able to detect.
Just as I was calmly taking his pulse, Ling He arrived.
"What are your orders, Lord Marquis?"
Shen Fuhan handed him the token at his waist and instructed him, "Take my token into the palace and summon the imperial physician as quickly as possible to treat you."
Upon hearing that it was a serious matter, Ling He immediately took the token and said solemnly, "This subordinate will bring the imperial physician as soon as possible!"
As soon as Ling He stepped out, the family physician arrived.
The person who came was none other than Master Qian, Su Ye's master. Upon hearing that the lady had a fever, he rushed over.
He ran breathlessly to the bedroom and saw that the Marquis, who should have been at the Dali Temple, was also there. He was stunned for a moment and quickly bowed.
"Master Hou..."
"Enough with the nonsense," Shen Fu said coldly. "Come and get treatment."
Only then did Old Qian pick up his medicine box and walk over.
Shen Fuhan released Wen Jiayue's hand and gently rolled up a section of her sleeve.
Mr. Qian placed the handkerchief on his pulse and pondered quietly.
Shen Fuhan didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.
His medical skills were only superficial, and naturally could not compare to Qian Lao's decades of experience in practicing medicine.
If it is diagnosed by Dr. Qian... that would be good, as long as it is diagnosed, there will definitely be a way to cure it.
As for the dream's description of a hopeless case, he didn't believe it.
Old Qian withdrew his hand and said, "My lord, the lady has a fever. I will prescribe two doses of medicine and she will be fine."
Just now he was secretly pondering that even the Marquis had returned from the Dali Temple, so the lady's illness might be very serious, and the fever was just a pretext.
Fortunately, it really was just a fever; it was a false alarm.
Shen Fuhan asked, "No other illness?"
Old Qian was taken aback: "Madam is in good health, so naturally she doesn't have it."
Shen Fuhan lowered his gaze and landed on Wen Jiayue's face. She was frowning, clearly not sleeping soundly.
He didn't ask anything more and instructed, "Old Qian, please go and prepare the medicine."
After Mr. Qian left, Shen Fuhan looked at Ruyi, who was standing to the side.
"Why would the lady suddenly develop a fever?"
Ruyi immediately knelt down, tears streaming down her face before she could speak.
She kowtowed as she said, "Reporting to the Marquis, it was my fault."
Shen Fuhan asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"
Ruyi wiped away her tears and explained, "Two hours ago, when Madam was preparing to take a bath, the young master said that Third Aunt was drunk and asked Madam to come over."
"When we got back to the main courtyard, the water wasn't very hot anymore. I wanted to change it, but Madam wouldn't allow it, saying that it would be fine to just wash in it as is, so I didn't insist. If I had known this would happen, I would have definitely tried to dissuade Madam!"
Shen Fuhan said calmly, "Get up, it's not your fault."
But he increasingly felt that the death in his dream was related to this fever.
Perhaps he didn't take this matter seriously in his dream, which is why she fell seriously ill. By the time she realized it, it was too late, and there was no cure.
As for Zhao Zhao… Shen Fuhan instructed, “Send the young lady to Chang Le Courtyard and return her after Madam has recovered.”
Ruyi was stunned for a moment, thinking that fever was not contagious.
But since the Marquis had given the order, she did as he instructed.
Only he and Wen Jiayue remained in the inner room.
Shen Fuhan smoothed her furrowed brows and planted a kiss on her burning cheek.
It will be alright, don't be afraid.
Half an hour later, the medicine was served, and the imperial physician was also brought over by Ling He.
Shen Fuhan took the medicine and personally adjusted the temperature to a suitable level before having the imperial physician examine him.
The imperial physician was panting heavily. He could tell at a glance that it was just a common fever, and that Marquis Jing'an was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Moreover, with the medicine already prepared, what use is there for him, the imperial physician?
But since he was already there, he naturally wanted to take a look.
After examining the patient's physical condition (inspection, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation), the imperial physician said, "Reporting to the Marquis, the lady has a slight fever; a few more doses of medicine will suffice."
Shen Fuhan asked, "Do you have any hidden illnesses?"
The imperial physician examined the patient again and shook his head.
"Madam is in good health and has no hidden illnesses."
Shen Fuhan fell silent. Everyone said Wen Jiayue only had a fever, but in her dream...
He then asked, "What are the chances of dying from a fever?"
The imperial physician gasped. Was Marquis Jing'an trying to take his wife's life while she was ill?
Having spent so much time in the palace, he had seen this kind of tactic before.
The concubines made a big fuss about treating the illnesses of their close friends, but in reality, they were plotting to harm others so they could extricate themselves from the situation later.
He spoke cautiously, "It's hard to say... If one is weak, even a cold could be fatal; it depends on one's constitution."
The medicine bowl became warm, and Shen Fuhan fed Wen Jiayue a spoonful of the medicine.
But she couldn't drink it; the brown medicine dripped down her chin.
Shen Fuhan patiently wiped her clean as he spoke.
"Please have the imperial physician write a prescription, using the best medicinal herbs, to cure my wife's illness as soon as possible."
The imperial physician wondered, "Did I guess wrong?"
After the imperial physician left the room, Shen Fuhan drank the medicine, bent down, and slowly fed it to Wen Jiayue.
After confirming that she had drunk it all, Shen Fuhan gently kissed the corner of her lips.
I'll take good care of you, Yue.