Rebirth: The Fourth Lady Wants to Lie Down

In the following days, Kangxi was sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious. His physical condition was very unstable, which made everyone very worried.

"Father, you must hold on!" Yinreng held Kangxi's hand tightly, his eyes full of worry and anxiety. As the crown prince, he knew that he had a heavy responsibility. Not only did he have to maintain order in the palace, but he also had to handle state affairs on behalf of Kangxi. Despite the heavy burden on his shoulders, he still stood firmly at the forefront.

He summoned Li Dequan and whispered, "Eunuch Li, prepare some items that may be needed, including a heater and cushions, to ensure the comfort of the emperor." His voice was low, but it revealed an unquestionable firmness. At the same time, he did not forget to maintain close communication with the imperial physician and kept an eye on Kangxi's condition.

"Doctor Ji, how is your discussion going? Is there a way to cure it?"

"Reporting to the Crown Prince, malaria has always been a problem. Now we can only ensure that the Emperor's condition does not worsen. It is still difficult to cure it completely." Doctor Ji answered cautiously.

"Why don't you go and study quickly? What are you doing here?" Yinreng scolded immediately.

"Yes." Doctor Ji then hurried down to discuss Kangxi's condition with other doctors.

At the same time, the third prince Yinzhi was decocting medicine for Kangxi. Beside the fire, he was carefully boiling the medicine while quietly reciting Buddhist scriptures. His voice was low and pious, as if he was praying to the Buddha for Kangxi's safety. His face was full of determination and persistence, which made people feel his deep concern for Kangxi.

Yinzhen stayed by Kangxi's side silently, paying close attention to his condition. He carefully wiped Kangxi's sweat and made his bed to ensure his comfort. Although he didn't say much, his actions revealed a kind of firmness and persistence. He told Kangxi in his own way that no matter what happened, he would always be by his side and never leave him.

During these days, the princes protected Kangxi in their own ways. Their actions were simple but full of warmth and strength. Kangxi also felt the power and hope of life in their care.

In the eldest prince's house, the study was brightly lit. Mingzhu, the powerful regent, was having a secret conversation with the eldest prince Yinzhi.

"Brother, the emperor's condition is getting worse. This malaria is like a tiger rushing down the mountain. It is extremely difficult to resist." Mingzhu's tone was filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Yinzhi frowned, glanced at Mingzhu, and said in a deep voice: "Mingzhu, you have followed our father for many years, you should know his physical condition. Although he is ill this time, our father will be able to recover from the danger."

Mingzhu sighed. He knew that the eldest prince was loyal to and admired Kangxi, but he also had his own concerns: "Eldest prince, that being said, there must be a chance of something happening. If the emperor really... how should we respond?"

Yinzhi's face darkened, and he interrupted Mingzhu: "Mingzhu, what do you mean by this? Do you want me to look forward to my father's death? You and I are both the emperor's subjects, and we should serve him wholeheartedly instead of discussing these unlucky things here!"

Mingzhu was startled by Yinzhi's angry shout. He hurriedly explained: "Brother, calm down. I have no such intention. It's just that the situation in the court is complicated and we have to make plans for the future."

Yinzhi glared at Mingzhu, his voice filled with dissatisfaction: "Future? What future? This prince only knows that the day when my father recovers will be the day when the court will be stable. There is no need to worry about anything else!"

Mingzhu looked at Yinzhi's determined eyes and knew that it would be useless to continue talking. He sighed and slowly stood up: "My eldest brother is right. I will take my leave."

Yinzhi did not try to persuade Mingzhu to stay, but nodded coldly. He looked at Mingzhu's departing back, but undercurrents were surging in his heart.

At the same time, in a study room in the Ulanala mansion, Fucun sat quietly at his desk, frowning. His thoughts drifted to the distant future, thinking of the magical drug that could cure malaria - quinine, or cinchona cream.

"If we can get this medicine, maybe we can save the emperor's life." Fu Cun whispered to himself, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He immediately summoned a trusted servant and urgently ordered: "Quick, tell the Fourth Prince Yinzhen that I know of a drug that can cure the emperor's malaria. It's called Cinchona Frost. Tell him to act as soon as possible and find this drug."

The servant nodded and quickly left the Ulanala mansion.

After Yinzhen read it, a gleam flashed in his eyes. He knew Fucun's knowledge and insight very well, and believed in his words without a doubt.

"I will immediately send someone to investigate the authenticity and effectiveness of this medicine." Yinzhen said decisively, "If it is indeed effective, I will do my best to obtain this medicine for my father."

After some investigation, Yinzhen learned that quinine was indeed a specific medicine for treating malaria. He immediately ordered to find this medicine at all costs.

Finally, with the efforts of everyone, quinine was found and delivered to Yinzhen. He personally took the life-saving medicine, hurried into the palace, and went straight to the Qianqing Palace.

As night fell, the lights in the Palace of Heavenly Purity flickered, emitting a warm and mysterious glow. Prince Yinreng sat on the throne, his face calm and majestic. His eyes fell on the medicine bottle in Yinzhen's hand, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Yinzhen looked solemn. He knew very well how important this bottle of cinchona was to his father, Emperor Kangxi. He slowly stepped forward, presented the bottle, and whispered, "Prince, this is the cinchona I had someone find in Jiangnan. It is said to be very effective in treating malaria. I want to give it to your father to try."

Prince Yinreng frowned. He looked at Yinzhen and said in a deep voice, "Do you know the origin of this medicine? The emperor's condition is serious. We can't easily try unknown medicines."

Yinzhen nodded, his voice firm: "I understand, Prince."

Prince Yinreng took a deep breath. He knew that Yinzhen was prudent and would not do anything without a purpose. But Kangxi's illness was related to the safety of the entire Qing Dynasty, so he could not be negligent in the slightest.

"Okay, I'll have the imperial doctors carefully examine the medicine." Crown Prince Yinreng stood up, his voice full of authority, "If it is indeed effective, I'll let my father take it."

Yinzhen nodded and stepped aside, waiting quietly. Soon, several imperial doctors were summoned to the Qianqing Palace. They took the medicine bottle and began to examine it carefully.

As time passed, a depressing atmosphere filled the Qianqing Palace. Crown Prince Yinreng and Yinzhen waited silently, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

Finally, the doctors stopped what they were doing, looked at each other, and then reported to Crown Prince Yinreng: "Your Highness, after careful examination, we found that this cinchona cream is indeed a Western medicine from foreigners, and it is very effective in treating malaria. We think it can be given to the emperor."

Prince Yinreng showed a happy expression on his face, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He nodded, with a firm voice: "Okay, then let the emperor take this cinchona cream."

Yinzhen also showed a gratified smile on his face, knowing that his efforts were not in vain. The lights in the Qianqing Palace seemed to have become much softer, giving people a feeling of warmth and hope.

As the imperial doctors were busy preparing medicine, Crown Prince Yinreng and Yinzhen also left the Qianqing Palace.