Chapter 1387: pain!

The rain is getting heavier.
The big wind blows the big trees outside the house constantly shaking, and the shadows of the trees are reflected on the windows, giving people the illusion of shaking the mountains, as if the whole world is going to overturn in this heavy rain.
At this moment, a heavy footstep sounded, from far to near, all the way to the door.
With a cry, the door was pushed open.
The wind and rain blew into this empty room, causing the people inside to tremble with the cold. Aunt Tongyun looked back in panic and saw a tall figure walking in from outside.
The other party immediately walked to the bed, the tall figure giving people a heavy sense of oppression.
Aunt Tongyun and Nianqiu couldn't help but knelt down.
"emperor……"
It was no one else who came in. It was Zhu Feng, who was soaked in the rain. His face was dripping with water, and his face was pale in gloom, but his eyes were hot as fire, staring at the person on the bed.
Nan Yan hasn't woke up yet.
She just put on a veil moistened with cold water and put it on her forehead, but she still didn't let her body temperature drop a little. Her lips were burned dry and cracked, and the blood marks could be seen faintly, which made her haggard even more. It's dangerous.
Zhu Feng's fists were clenched.
He stepped forward and said in a hoarse voice: "Nan Yan..."
No one answered him.
The person on the bed had long lost his mind, a thick brocade was covering her body, and she could not even be seen. It could be seen how thin the body under the quilt became.
Zhu Feng gritted her teeth, took a step forward, and whispered to her: "Nan Yan."
His voice has never been so low, so soft, as if he was afraid that he would breathe a little harder, and he would blow this thin person away like a cloud of smoke. Seeing that she was still awake, Aunt Tongyun could only be red eyes. Whispered softly: "The emperor, the empress has been burnt this afternoon, just now, no matter what you call it should not be."
"..."
"I beg the emperor to save the noble concubine."
Nianqiu was crying and kowtow to her: "The emperor, please save Niangniang."
Zhu Feng said immediately: "Great doctor!"
Immediately afterwards, a few people rushed in from the door. It was Wang Baizhi from the hospital. They came along the way. Zhu Feng walked so fast, leaving them all behind, and finally found them. This house, they immediately walked in with the medicine box.
Seeing the gray face of the imperial concubine on the bed, everyone was shocked.
what happened?
Wang Baizhi said: "Here, how could the concubine empress become so sick?"
As he said, he looked at Aunt Tongyun: "Have you not taken any medicine recently?"
At this time, Aunt Tongyun didn’t care if his reproach would cause her failure to serve. She hurriedly said:
Drink, the medicine sent by the Royal Pharmacy every day, the lady obediently drank it, but it was—

"What is it?"
"It just doesn't work, the more you cough these days, the harder you have, and it's almost red!"
Hearing this, Wang Baizhi's face turned pale, and he hurried forward without paying attention to other things. He only took a small kerchief and covered Nan Yan's thin wrist to check her pulse.
Zhu Feng stood by the bed, staring sullenly at the pale, thin wrist.
The joints were raised high, almost skinny.
His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth hard.
Although he didn't say anything, a fiend like this stood by his side and felt the suffocation emanating from him, especially when he heard his teeth gritted, Wang Baizhi shivered. During the pulse diagnosis, his thoughts were broken several times. .
Finally, Zhu Feng said solemnly: "What the is going on?!"
"This--"
Wang Baizhi went to the outpatient clinic again with her pulse, and said softly: "Why is this? Why is the cold syndrome getting more and more serious? Are those medicines not effective at all?"
Zhu Feng said with a calm face: "I don't want to hear you say the reason now, I want her to get better first!"
Wang Baizhi said hurriedly: "Yes, yes."
He hurriedly discussed with the doctors behind him, and everyone decided to give the needle first.
The bright silver needle slowly penetrated into several large holes on Nan Yan's body under the light of the candlelight. Every time Zhu Feng sat on the bed, the hand holding her hand tightened. a little.
It's her who is clearly stuck, why do you feel it.
Moreover, it is not the acupuncture points that hurt, but it seems to be in the heart, the beating thing, every time it beats, it hurts once.
He squeezed Nan Yan's hand tighter and harder.
The silver needle entered the acupuncture point to dissipate the chill, and she managed to pull Nan Yan out of her coma. Although she was still not awake, she was barely conscious. Her dry lips opened slightly, and she muttered something to prove.
"pain……"
When everyone heard her voice, they immediately held their breath and looked at her nervously.
The lips were trembling slightly, and then he let out a mosquito sigh—
"pain."
When Zhu Feng heard this, he immediately raised his head and said to Wang Baizhi and the others: "She said it hurts, is there any problem with your silver needle? Did it hurt her?!"
Several doctors look at me, and I will look at you.
After a long time, Wang Baizhi had the courage and said softly: "The emperor, what the empress said is-her hands hurt."
"What—"
Zhu Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then looked down, only to find that she was about to crush that soft and boneless hand. She had no strength, and the pain was so severe that she subconsciously struggled to withdraw her hand, but she squeezed too much. It's tight, I can't feel it.
He quickly let go of his big hand.
This release, everyone seemed to be relieved.
Nan Yan's frowning brows finally loosened a little, but his face was still painful, and his whole body began to tremble and swing.
Zhu Feng coughed lightly, and when he saw her doing this, he immediately said, "What's wrong with her?"
Wang Baizhi stepped forward and after pulling out a few silver needles, he carefully checked her eyelids to observe her complexion.
Although his whole body burned like hot coals, Nan Yan did not sweat at all.
Holding it in this way is extremely harmful to the body, and it will continue to have a high fever. If you continue to burn like this, it will have a great impact on waking up.
He whispered: "The emperor, the lady needs to sweat now."
"Sweating? Then you quickly find a way!"
"Yes, Weichen immediately prescribes a prescription for them to decoction, but this place—"
As he said, he looked up at the room and said softly: "It's really not suitable for the patient to recuperate. You need to go to a warm place to keep the empress warm. When the sweat comes out, the person wakes up."
When he heard him say this, Zhu Feng immediately stepped forward, and, apart from anything else, wrapped Nan Yan in the brocade on the bed.
Everyone was taken aback: "The emperor, this is--"
Zhu Feng ignored them at all. He picked up Nan Yan, which was wrapped in quilts, tightly held in his arms, turned and walked outside.
Walked to the door and said loudly: "Umbrella!"