After Being Dedicated To the Tyrant By My Brother

Ji Ruoqing didn't want to leave Ye Qianchen lying on the ground just like that.

Her conscience is still there.

I had to order a few soldiers to come in and lift Ye Qianchen onto the soft couch.

She is the doctor, there is no need to ask the doctor next to her, so she just sat on the soft couch to get Ye Qianchen's pulse.

Although his face was pale and his eyes closed tightly, his pulse condition was steady.

Nor did she automatically have any prescriptions in her mind.

Ji Ruoqing was absolutely sure that Ye Qianchen had pretended it at this moment.

She stretched out her hand and pinched Ye Qianchen's tall and thin nose to see if he would wake up.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qianchen was able to hold back, and she didn't even wake up even if she pinched it until her pale face rose slightly and flushed a little, and she didn't use any movement.

Ji Ruoqing didn't dare to continue pinching, for fear that it would really suffocate him to death.

Had to change the method again.

Ji Ruoqing reached out and scratched his waist...

There was still no movement, Ye Qianchen seemed to be asleep, and his slender eyelashes did not move.

"..." Ji Ruoqing didn't make any mistakes, switching to the place where his armpits continued to tickle.

Ye Qianchen still closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, and he just didn't wake up with the wind from east to west.

Ji Ruoqing squinted, pinched her nose, and slowly moved to Ye Qianchen's feet, scratching the soles of his feet through the foot bag.

But even so, Ye Qianchen still didn't wake up.

Ji Ruoqing had nothing to do with Ye Qianchen's ability to pretend to be dizzy.

As the saying goes, "You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep", the same is true for people who pretend to be dizzy.

Ji Ruoqing ordered the soldiers to give her some hot water and clean her hands. She tucked the quilt for Ye Qianchen, pretending to be calm, and said: "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."

After speaking, Ye Qianchen didn't move, even his eyelashes didn't tremble.

Ji Ruoqing pursed her lips, knowing that he was determined not to wake up, and then walked out again carrying a small baggage.

Picking up the curtain and walking outside the military tent, Ji Ruoqing said to the soldier guarding the door: "The king is sick. You can go in and take care of him alone. Then you will call all the doctors over to see why the king fainted. NS."

"Yes." The soldiers replied in unison. Only the leading soldier hesitated for a while, glanced at the small baggage that Ji Ruoqing was carrying on his back, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, then you..."

Ji Ruoqing tightened the straps of the burden again: "I have taken a step beforehand."

The soldiers naturally did not dare to stop more, so they could only let Ji Ruoqing go.

Ji Ruoqing walked to the outermost periphery of the barracks and looked back.

Today's military barracks are no longer so lonely and gloomy as before, because after winning the battle, it has become an atmosphere of joy and peace.

There are fewer soldiers with wounds and lame faces, and there are more soldiers looking forward to returning home full of joy and hope.

Such a scene is what she enjoys.

Ji Ruoqing looked at the direction of Ye Qianchen’s military tent, and there was still no movement. He did not chase it out, nor did the soldiers he sent over...

Ji Ruoqing hooked her lips, since he wanted to pretend, let him keep pretending.

Ji Ruoqing took a deep breath, rode the prepared horse, spurred the horse, and left.

Because she didn't know the road well, Ji Ruoqing didn't dare to ride too fast.

We must also be alert to the dangers encountered along the way. After all, the war has just subsided, and the world is not very stable.

Ji Ruoqing also had to stop and go, and when he encountered some movement, he had to lead the horse to hide. On this way, riding a horse was not much faster than walking.

As dusk approached, the fading sunset turned the skyline into a golden yellow, as if the golden edge of the fried egg was burnt, and the yellow scorch made Ji Ruoqing look a little hungry.

Thinking whether he should hurry up and see if he can get to a town before dark, or find a quiet and safe place to rest and rectify, Ji Ruoqing suddenly heard a rush of horse hoofs behind him.

Accompanied by it, there was a rush of calls, one after another: "Lian adults... even adults..."

Ji Ruoqing sneered at the corners of her mouth when they heard them calling her.

Look at it.

Don’t you still can’t hold back, let the soldiers come out to chase her...?

Ye Qianchen... pretending to be dizzy, is that pretending to be the end of it...?

Ji Ruoqing rode a horse in the barracks, so Ji Ruoqing did not ride a horse to escape, because she knew she could not escape.

Simply got off the horse and stood on the side of the road waiting for them to come.

When they approached, Ji Ruoqing realized that General Zheng had brought the people over.

General Zheng is the only person in the barracks who knows the true identity of Ji Ruoqing, so General Zheng's expression is a bit more complicated than the soldiers with anxious and anxious faces.

General Zheng was quite uncomfortable leading the soldiers to pay a military salute to Ji Ruoqing before scratching his head and saying, "Lian, please help the king..."

This time, when he came back to chase Ji Ruoqing, General Zheng arbitrarily advocated and led the soldiers over.

He didn't know if this was right or wrong, and he didn't know whether Ji Ruoqing could save Ye Qianchen, but he always felt that he had to do this.

Ji Ruoqing glanced at General Zheng's complex expression, and said indifferently, "What does General Zheng say?"

"Even your sir, the king has been in a coma for a whole day, and he hasn’t woken up yet. The doctors have watched it all over, but they can’t see why it came. My lord, your medical skills are superb, and you must be able to see it." General Zheng's face was also full of anxiety.

Ji Ruoqing has been dealing with him for so many days, it is natural to see that General Zheng's expression is not pretending.

Moreover, General Zheng, a straight man who is upright, can't co-operate with Ye Qianchen to the point where he can act so well, it's natural...?

It seems that Ye Qianchen is really in a coma...?

Ji Ruoqing couldn't move her mind for a while, she originally thought Ye Qianchen was pretending to be dizzy.

Now it seems that he really fainted...?

But obviously he couldn’t see anything in his pulse, and she didn’t have any prescriptions in her mind...

Ji Ruoqing sighed for a long time, and said in all sorts of rogues: "General Zheng, I have taken the pulse for the king before I came out...he...his pulse is not abnormal, and I can't see anything..."

General Zheng was stunned. His weather-beaten face was already flushed with anxiety at this time: "Lian sir, did the king have a fever when you came out? Now that the high fever is not going away, the lower officials are afraid that the king's life will be worrying...! Please Even the lord will go back and see the king again?!"

General Zheng can't do this either.

This place is far away from the king's capital, Ji Ruoqing is already the doctor with the highest medical skills he can find, so he led the soldiers to chase her.

No matter what kind of grievances between her and the king, but as long as there is a slight possibility of saving the king, he will do his best to move her with affection, understand the reason, and persuade her to go back.

The king had stayed up so many days and nights, suffered so much, shed so many blood and tears, and finally won a big victory, unified the world, but fell down at this juncture. What a pity...

Ji Ruoqing bit her lip. When she came out, she didn't see Ye Qianchen having a fever...

The heart of the healer's parents.

Since Ji Ruoqing has gained some medical skills, he has also gained some special qualities as a doctor. Now, thinking of Ye Qianchen lying on a soft couch, unconscious and high fever, compared with the scene of flying far away from her, she feels a little unbearable.

Ji Ruoqing sighed and said helplessly: "Then I will go with you again..."

"Okay!" General Zheng overjoyed, and asked again, "What are you going to do with your sir? You can send someone to do it for you!"

Ji Ruoqing was stunned, and then waved her hand again and said, "No... I am not in a hurry... If General Zheng is free, you can help me inquire about the whereabouts of the Bai family..."

General Zheng was stunned for a moment, and immediately nodded and said: "Lian adults, don't worry, I must take this matter to heart."

"That's great." Ji Ruoqing hooked her lips, and had nothing to say with General Zheng, rushed to the barracks, and returned to the barracks in only an hour.

Ye Qianchen was still lying on the soft couch of the military tent, his face pale, his eyes closed tightly, just like when Ji Ruoqing left.

Ji Ruoqing gave him his pulse with a solemn expression, still the same way.

Nothing could be seen in the pulse, and no prescriptions suddenly appeared in my mind.

It's just that the forehead is horribly hot.

In other words, not just his forehead, but every part of his body was terribly hot.

Even the hand that Ji Ruoqing put on his wrist to get his pulse, felt that the tip of his finger was burnt, and the fingertips were a little hot.

Ji Ruoqing and the doctors were helpless, except for ordering people to send some veils soaked in cold water to stick on his forehead, there was no other way.

Of course, he also wiped his body with a cold kerchief to cool him down.

This kind of personal and meticulous work is naturally done by Ji Ruoqing, who has been waiting close by.

It's just that this kind of thing doesn't seem to have much effect.

After the whole night passed, Ye Qianchen was still unconscious and had a high fever.

Ji Ruoqing had no prescriptions in his mind, so naturally she couldn't prescribe medicine.

Instead, the doctors prescribed some prescriptions to reduce fever, one by one prescribed prescriptions for Ye Qianchen to try.

It's a pity that I tried all of them and it didn't work.

one day…

Two days...

Three days...

After three days have passed, Ye Qianchen is still not awake, his whole body is still hot like scorching iron, even if he touches it, his skin feels a bit fiery and painful.

The doctors always sighed in Ji Ruoqing's ear: "How can the king stand it if it burns like this..."

"I'm afraid it's burned out..."

"No one can afford to burn like this for three days and three nights..."