The Prince Wants to Assassinate Me Every Day-Chapter 1079 - 670: Feng Xiyun’s Nauseating Breakdown (Part 1)
An Ning frowned.
The official soldiers mentioned... Could they be talking about Xiao Jinxing?!
An Ning did not ask further questions.
She hurriedly followed the soldiers into Feng Xiyun’s room.
At this moment, Feng Xiyun’s face was as pale as a ghost, even the color of her lips was faint. She leaned weakly against the headboard, eating plain congee spoonful by spoonful as Du Juan attended to her, but her gaze was tenderly fixed on Xiao Jinxing who stood nearby.
An Ning’s entrance caught the attention of those inside.
Xiao Jinxing glanced at her and said coolly, "Check on her condition?"
"Alright."
An Ning approached Feng Xiyun and seriously checked her pulse.
After a while.
An Ning withdrew her hand and said, "Doctor Feng’s fever has subsided and her pulse is much steadier now. Continue taking medicine and be mindful of your health, you’ll recover in three to five days."
"Thank you, Ali." Feng Xiyun gave An Ning a slightly wan smile. "To specially send you from the plague area to take care of me, it must have been inconvenient."
"No problem. If Doctor Feng doesn’t awaken, there’s no way to cure the upcoming plague patients." An Ning’s tone was slightly distant.
"Now that I’m alright, we should focus on treating the plague patients as soon as possible."
The implication was for An Ning to leave.
An Ning nodded, thinking that since Feng Xiyun had awakened, there was no need for her to stay here. She said directly, "Since Doctor Feng is using my prescriptions, I’ve left a few sets of prescriptions for the Imperial Physician. Remember to take the medicine on time and don’t overexert yourself."
"Thank you," Feng Xiyun sincerely expressed gratitude.
After speaking, An Ning went to the side and sat at the inkstone stand to write.
Xiao Jinxing looked in the direction she was leaving.
His gaze was light, without showing any particular emotion.
"I didn’t expect to catch a cold and worry you." Feng Xiyun turned her gaze, looking warmly at Xiao Jinxing.
Xiao Jinxing retracted his gaze and replied, "Take care of your health."
"Yes." Feng Xiyun nodded.
When their eyes met, her face turned shy.
In her soft voice, she added quietly, "I’ve had trouble taking medicine since I was young. I wonder if I properly took my medicine while I was unconscious?"
With those words.
Du Juan, at the side, turned pale.
If miss knew she was fed by mouth-to-mouth...
"I didn’t anticipate an Imperial Physician would have such a refusal towards medicine," Xiao Jinxing’s voice was cold and clear.
Feng Xiyun’s face turned even redder.
Even in her slumber, she could sense certain things, but she couldn’t open her eyes due to weakness...
"I’ve never liked bitter tastes since childhood. My father, being a doctor, would pay particular attention to my diet and health. I’ve rarely been sick and seldom had to drink medicinal soups. Whenever I accidentally fall ill, taking medicine becomes a headache for me, and so it takes a long time for me to recover each time," Feng Xiyun explained, her previously pale face turning rosy, "I’ve inconvenienced you."
"Not really," Xiao Jinxing subtly said, "It hasn’t caused me any trouble."
Feng Xiyun stared blankly at Xiao Jinxing.
Hoping to thank him earnestly.
But the emperor was silent on the matter, and she felt shy to bring it up.
She nibbled her lips, a hint of displeasure in her heart.
In a moment.
An Ning brought over the prescription and handed it to Feng Xiyun.
Feng Xiyun redirected her attention.
Thinking, Xiao Jinxing had kissed her.
He would take responsibility.
She needn’t be overly eager.
Patience was all that was required.
She looked at An Ning’s writing on the prescription thoughtfully and remarked, "From Ali’s handwriting, you can tell Ali has been busy during this period."
An Ning pressed her lips.
The reason she wrote so poorly was just to avoid Xiao Jinxing recognizing it.
"Luckily, we’ve communicated often during this period, otherwise I wouldn’t know who’d come to treat me if I fell unconscious," Feng Xiyun said in a seemingly offhanded manner.
Implicitly informing Xiao Jinxing that it was because she’d shared the prescription with Ali beforehand.
Worried Xiao Jinxing might doubt and Ali might take credit for her success.
Ali agreed, "Indeed, the medicine was prescribed based on Doctor Feng’s prescription. Doctor Feng, make sure to take it on time. By the way, this prescription is for Du Juan. Almost forgot, since Du Juan had close contact with you, she’s more vulnerable to infection, so it’s best for her to take the medicine preemptively."
Feng Xiyun seemed puzzled.
She did not overthink and glanced at Du Juan’s prescription.
Then asked, "Should the master also take the medicine? He’s had close contact with me..."
Feng Xiyun’s voice gradually softened, almost inaudible.
Her shyness made her face turn crimson.
"Certainly possible," An Ning considered, "but probably unnecessary. The master has been in contact with plague patients for days without getting infected, generally indicating immunity. However, if the master is concerned, just to be safe, he can take the medicine too."
"No need," Xiao Jinxing immediately declined.
Feng Xiyun raised her eyes to look at Xiao Jinxing, somewhat surprised, and hurriedly advised, "The medicine is bitter, but please make sure to take it. After all, the master and I..."
"I haven’t really interacted much with Doctor Feng, hence no need for medicine."
"The master didn’t..." Feng Xiyun gathered her courage, face flushed, "feed me medicine, did he?"
Her face was burning red.
Feng Xiyun had never been intimate with anyone like this before.
Before so many people, ultimately feeling embarrassed to the extreme.
"I haven’t thanked the master," Feng Xiyun whispered.
At this moment, even her ears turned red.
Such shy, tender appearance, An Ning thought, any man would probably be moved by it?!
Just then, Xiao Jinxing’s indifferent tone was heard, casually saying, "It wasn’t me who fed Doctor Feng medicine, it was your maid."
Feng Xiyun was visibly stunned.
Seemingly not comprehending.
She turned to glance at Du Juan.
Seeing Du Juan with her head bowed, almost buried in her own body.
"Du Juan?" Feng Xiyun called her.
Du Juan stammered, too afraid to speak.
Feeling the miss’s gaze, she responded timidly, "Miss continually refused the medicine, An Ning the doctor placed it in her mouth, but miss spat it out, so there was no choice but to feed her mouth-to-mouth, I had to offend miss to give her the medicine..."
Feng Xiyun’s rosy cheeks quickly turned pale.
Like a bolt out of the blue.
She looked at Du Juan, then glanced at Xiao Jinxing.
Knowing Du Juan couldn’t have lied to her...
The thought of being fed mouth-to-mouth by Du Juan, realizing it wasn’t the emperor...
"Ugh." Feng Xiyun suddenly felt nauseated.
Regurgitating all the congee she just consumed.
"Miss, what’s wrong?!" Du Juan cried out in shock.
Feng Xiyun felt so sick, she wanted to die!
