441 Fleeting Momen (1/2)
The new Imperial Physician carefully examined the unconscious Crown Princess. She laid on the bed, unmoving, except for the steady rise of her chest. Her breathing had returned to normal but her temperature is on the higher side, warning of an impending fever.
”Your Highness,” the Imperial Physician slowly said. He rose from the chair and tucked her wrist back under the blankets.
”What is it?” Yu Zhen demanded. ”What happened to my Wangfei?”
”It seems the Crown Princess has either overworked herself or she was under too much stress which resulted in her losing consciousness.”
”What?”
Yu Zhen's brows were knitted together in worry. He peered down at Li Xueyue who had not woken up while she was being moved from the private study to the bedroom. He was the one who settled her onto the bed, took off her shoes, her socks, and even fluffed the pillow for her. He had performed the miscellaneous tasks usually done by servants.
”Has the Crown Princess been under a lot of stress lately? Additionally, the miscarriage that happened a few days ago had already put a strain on her body. If she had been under a lot of stress lately, then these issues combined could've caused this reaction.”
Stress? Yu Zhen thought back to the scroll he found, but his thoughts kept on drifting to something else—their passionate times in bed. How many times had they done it last night and this morning? If he recalled correctly, she was kept up all night…
Yu Zhen cleared his throat. ”Will she recover?”
The Imperial Physician immediately nodded his head. ”Your Highness, without a doubt, she will, since the Crown Princess is young and healthy. However, it seems her temperature has risen above normal, so we have to monitor her the entire afternoon and morning so that a fever would not break out.”
Yu Zhen pressed his lips together. Had he overdone it this morning? She was still recovering, and he did not mean to... But he could not help it. Her reactions were too erotic for him to ignore.
Yu Zhen knew he had to be careful from this point on. However, he didn't think her body was so strained to the point of losing consciousness and developing a fever.
Yu Zhen had so much stamina that he had forgotten not everyone was like him—certainly not his wife who was thin and frail. At least, in his eyes, she was made of glass, easily shattered and broken.
”Since you are a very busy man, Your Highness, we can have the servants watch over her closely, and have them check on her periodically to make sure her temperature does not continue to rise.”
Yu Zhen narrowed his eyes. ”No need, I will watch over her.”
The Imperial Physician blanched in response, his eyes nearly popping out of his sockets. He scratched his ears, wondering if he had heard incorrectly.
The Imperial Physician nervously chuckled. ”I-I beg your pardon, Your Highness?” he stuttered out, wondering if he had misheard the Crown Prince.
”What are the measures to take to prevent a fever?” Yu Zhen asked, but his stern voice made it sound like a command.
The Imperial Physician wondered if it was snowing in Diyu [1]… Or perhaps, there would be a blizzard in the middle of autumn. The occurrence of these impossible events would be less shocking than the Crown Prince's words.
”It is best to wait it out, Your Highness. If her temperature does rise, we will have to monitor the symptoms. For example, if she is experiencing chills, blankets should be placed on her, but if she is sweating profusely, then a cold cloth must be placed on her forehead and feet.”
Yu Zhen nodded. As far as he remembered, no one had ever comforted him when he was sick in his youth. The servants took care of him, but nothing cured a sick patient faster than love in itself.