Honghui is reborn in Legend of Zhen Huan, I will protect my mother

The epidemic at the end of August was so severe that the number of people infected in the palace and on the grasslands soon exceeded one hundred. Several Mongolian princes were also unfortunately infected and struggled between life and death.

However, none of the princes and royal family members who came from the capital were infected with the plague, except Prince Yong Yinzhen himself, who was the first to fall ill!

Yinzhen's condition was sometimes better and sometimes worse, and his fever kept rising and falling, which made everyone feel uneasy for several times. But at least he stopped vomiting and didn't look as pale as he did in late August. He was just very thin now, and his arms felt prickly when you touched them.

Honghui watched with his own eyes as his father gradually became skinny and bony. How did he become so skinny? He drank porridge for more than ten days in a row, vomited from time to time, and took bitter medicine every day. Even a strong man looked like a nobody.

It wasn't until the eighth day of September that he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"President Chen, can Father have some chicken soup or egg custard as a tonic? If he drinks porridge all the time, can his body hold up?" In this dynasty, there is a saying that no matter whether the illness is serious or minor, the stomach should be cleansed. But how can one recover from the illness on an empty stomach?

Chen Yuanpan consulted with other imperial doctors first and gave him an uncertain answer, "For typhoid fever, it is best to use some easily digestible porridge. You can also eat some skimmed chicken soup and egg custard in moderation. Fruits are also okay, but it is best not to take risks. After all, the fever in the prince's body is still rising and falling."

Honghui pretended not to hear the imperial physician's words of dissuasion, and asked the kitchen to stew a casserole of chicken soup. Then he skimmed off the oil foam and tentatively let his father have half a bowl first.

Having not had chicken soup for twenty days, Yinzhen actually tasted like nectar in this small bowl of soup with little oil and salt - it was so delicious!

"It tastes good. I'll have another half bowl in the evening."

"That depends on if there's anything wrong with your body. If you're vomiting and having diarrhea, your son can't joke with your body!" How could he agree to that?

Yinzhen laughed and cursed in his heart, "You little rascal", then lay down contentedly to rest.

After half a day, finding nothing wrong, Honghui increased the amount a little, serving chicken soup and lean meat and vegetable porridge together, which changed Yinzhen's taste.

It should be said that nourishing food nourishes people! After the chicken soup was stewed for four times, Yinzhen's face was visibly red, and the high fever in his body turned into a low fever. He even subsided once, and he was about to be out of danger.

Seeing this, Honghui was extremely grateful that he had acted on his own initiative. Otherwise, according to the imperial physician's advice, it would be hard to say when his father's illness would be cured!

After that, good news came one after another. By September 15th, Yinzhen's fever had subsided and he no longer had vomiting and diarrhea. This went on for two days without a recurrence, and the expression on the imperial physician's face was visibly relaxed.

"Big Brother, the prince's health has begun to improve. If there are no further relapses, he will be out of danger."

Honghui was delighted when he heard this: "Really? That's great! Father, did you hear that? You're getting better soon!"

"It's been more than 20 days. If the condition doesn't get better, wouldn't all the imperial doctors' efforts be in vain?" Yinzhen regained his strength and half-leaned and half-sitting on the couch, smiling at his eldest son who had lost at least five kilograms. The heartache and satisfaction in the depths of his eyes could not be hidden.

"Thank you all for your help. When I recover, I will reward you handsomely!"

The imperial doctors said they dared not and immediately delivered the good news to the emperor.

"Your Majesty, good news. Prince Yong has not had a fever or vomited for three consecutive days. The imperial physician has diagnosed that he is out of danger..."

The emperor had been delaying his return to the palace, and Kangxi was waiting to see when his fourth son would get better before returning to the capital. When he heard the good news, he was overjoyed, "Great! Tell the imperial doctors that they did a great job. I am very relieved!"

Li Dequan was about to go down and tell someone to pass on the message, but Kangxi stopped him, "Li Dequan, have someone deliver a letter to the fourth son on my behalf, telling him to take good care of his illness. When he recovers, I will send someone to the palace to pick him and Honghui up and bring him back to Beijing. Also, I will allocate a sufficient supply of various tonics and ginseng herbs so that the fourth son can recover."

It’s almost the end of September, it’s time to return home!

Without waiting for a reply, he continued, "Spread the word to all places, and return to the palace three days later, on September 20th."

Then, three days later, the emperor returned to the palace, leaving behind only Yinzhen and his son Honghui, a number of servants, and those who were infected with the disease.

After the emperor left, Yinzhen rested and recovered, and at the same time, this sudden illness was gradually coming to an end!

The situation in the palace was relatively good, with sufficient medicine and only one or two slaves unfortunately dying. However, more than 20 people died of seasonal diseases on the grassland, most of whom were herdsmen. Most of the Mongolian princes and nobles who had access to medical care and medicine survived.

As for Honghui, his situation was the most dangerous, but he had never contracted any disease from beginning to end, and his body was as healthy as ever.

Su Peisheng was also in a dangerous situation, but he was lucky enough to escape. Now he is competing with the eldest prince Honghui for the job of serving medicine!

However, he never succeeded once.

Yinzhen said one thing but acted another, and he said many times, "There's no need for you to do it yourself, let Su Peisheng do it!" But in the end, he always let his eldest son do it without any resistance.

How could Honghui not see that his father was saying one thing and thinking another? But he pretended not to see it, practicing the old saying that good things should be started and good things should be finished.

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Late September, Rehe Palace.

Honghui pointed at the three or four dishes on the table and said, half to take credit and half worriedly, "Father, you finally stopped having diarrhea. I asked the kitchen to prepare these light meals. Please eat more... You are so thin that you are just a bag of bones!"

Yinzhen looked at the half bowl of rice in the small bowl and couldn't help asking, "Did the imperial physician allow you to move?"

Honghui nodded first, then shook his head. "It's still the same, nothing is certain. I thought you should try it once. If you have diarrhea again, I'll use some soup and noodles. But don't worry, I asked the kitchen to steam the rice until it's very soft so that it's easier to digest."

"Give it here and try it first. If it doesn't work, stop the loss in time!" Yinzhen never worried about this. He knew that his eldest son was more cautious and never acted impulsively.

While they were having dinner, Su Peisheng walked in and said, "Master, eldest prince, something has been delivered from the mansion."

"Honghui, go and see him. Father hasn't recovered yet, so don't let anyone in to question him!" He was afraid that if he was careless for a moment, the news would get back to the mansion.