The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Chapter 821: Waking Up

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Hubby!” Shen Yijia’s heart sank. She crawled over in a panic. Just as she touched his back, the heat in her palm made her heart skip a beat.

She quickly turned Song Jingchen over.

His face was flushed, and intermittent muffled groans spilled out of his clenched teeth.

Shen Yijia hugged Song Jingchen with trembling hands. “Hubby, don’t scare me.”

“Young Madam?” Thirty Thousand’s voice came from outside the door. It turned out that Ji Luo was worried and asked him to guard outside.

Shen Yijia said anxiously, “Thirty Thousand, quickly, call my mother over.”

Thirty Thousand agreed and jogged to look for someone. Ji Luo wanted to find a way to treat the plague as soon as possible. She was still in the pharmacy at this time.

Not long after, the door was pushed open from the outside. The wind and rain blew in, and Shen Yijia shivered from the cold. She subconsciously hugged Song Jingchen tighter.

“Mother, my husband has been trembling. Quick, take a look at him.” She looked at Ji Luo nervously, as if she had grabbed a straw to clutch at.

Ji Luo comforted her softly. “Alright, Mother will show him. Let go of him first.”

Shen Yijia glanced at Song Jingchen and took his hand out of the blanket.

Seeing her like this, Ji Luo didn’t dare to persuade her anymore. She reached out and checked Song Jingchen’s pulse.

Shen Yijia held her breath, as if she was afraid of affecting her. After a long time, Ji Luo retracted her hand. “Jiajia, Ah Chen…”

“Is it the plague?” Shen Yijia asked.

Ji Luo nodded with a pained expression.

“What should I do? My husband is feeling very uncomfortable now. Mother, what should I do to make him feel better?”

She was completely like a child who had just learned to walk, eager to be told where to go next.

Ji Luo felt upset. “I’ll get MO Yuan to get some water. Help him wipe his body.” “Get water? Alright, I’ll get water.” Shen Yijia finally let go of Song Jingchen. Seeing that he was trembling badly, she quickly covered him with her thin blanket. After getting out of bed, she forgot to put on her shoes and was about to walk out.

“Jiajia,” Ji Luo called out to her.

Shen Yijia turned around in a daze.

Ji Luo felt a lump in her throat. “Put on your shoes. Otherwise, Ah Chen will be worried. ”

Shen Yijia looked down at her feet and muttered, “That’s right. I cant let my husband worry.”

“Master, Miss…”

“Follow her and keep an eye on her. Don’t let her catch a cold in the rain,” Ji Luo said as he looked at Shen Yijia’s slightly thin back.

It was better for her to be distracted than idle.

MO Yuan quickly chased after her with an umbrella.

Ji Luo took a deep breath and instructed Thirty Thousand to guard this place, preparing to return to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, she saw a dim yellow light slowly approaching from the corridor.

“I’ll go with you.” Xuanyuan Ce held a lantern in one hand and an umbrella in the other.

He walked around this courtyard every day and knew the route by heart.

Ji Luo glanced at him and walked past him.

“I know I was wrong.” Xuanyuan Ce followed her. “As long as Jiajia wants to do something, I’ll support her.”

Ji Luo did not say anything.

Xuanyuan Ce went against his conscience and said, “That brat is indeed not bad. He’s worthy of our daughter.”

Ji Luo rolled her eyes at him. “Our?”

“Jiajia is our daughter to begin with,” Xuanyuan Ce muttered softly. His strong desire to live automatically shut him up and he did not say anything else.

Song Jingchen’s condition was much worse than the others. He had also just contracted the plague. Empress Dowager Zhou and Xuanyuan Ye’s condition more or less stabilized after using a new prescription.

Not only was it useless when it came to Song Jingchen, but in just one night, dense red dots had already appeared on his body. At first, it was his back, but it spread to his limbs.

Others usually had a recurrent fever when they first contracted the plague, but his fever had not gone down since last night.

He drank bowl after bowl of medicine and spat them all out in a moment.

Shen Yijia could only wipe his entire body again and again.

Ji Luo felt that something was wrong, but she did not dare to say it in front of Shen Yijia.

Xuanyuan Ziming came to visit before dawn.

“You’re saying that they gathered the blood?” Ji Luo asked in disbelief.

Xuanyuan Ziming nodded. At first, he knew that Ji Yunxi was involved in the plague.

Song Jingchen reminded him to set up a checkpoint outside the isolation area.

Anyone entering or leaving the quarantine area had to undergo strict disinfection and routine inspections.

The goal was to prevent anyone from bringing things with the plague out to do evil. It was also to prevent the plague from spreading too quickly.

It could be seen that Jia Quan and the others had only secretly brought out two bloody handkerchiefs. It was obvious that this method was effective.

Yesterday, Ma San used a bag full of blood. It was impossible for him to bring so much out alone.

Tt was onlv after interrogating Ma San that Xllanxman liming found Oilt that everyone had gathered the blood together. While taking care of the patients, they used a palm-sized handkerchief to dip it in pus and blood and secretly brought it out. Then, they gathered it together and finally gathered a bag of blood.

It only took a day to do all this.

To be precise, they had been planning this since Bai Zhi and Xuanyuan Ye quarreled in public.

Everyone was involved. It was everyone.

A solemn expression appeared on Ji Luo’s face.

Usually, letting two patients with a cold stay together could aggravate both sides’ conditions, let alone the fact that there were so many plague patients’ blood mixed together.

Thinking of this, she frowned. “No wonder Ah Chen’s condition is so serious.”

Seeing that no one had sent new medicine over, Shen Yijia stood at the door. After thinking about what she had just heard, her heart sank bit by bit.

Her beautiful husband’s condition was more serious than the others. Did this mean that others could last at most seven days after contracting the plague, but he might not even last five days, or even less?

Shen Yijia shook her head and staggered back two steps.

She couldn’t wait anymore. Her husband couldn’t wait for her spiritual liquid!

No, there had to be another way!

Thinking of something, Shen Yijia suddenly turned around and ran back.

The commotion alarmed the people in the central room. When MO Yuan walked out, she could only see her back.

“It’s Miss,” she said.

Ji Luo was shocked. “Jiajia must have heard it. Hurry up and take a look.”

Shen Yijia ran back to her room and chased Thirty Thousand out. She slammed the door shut and rummaged through her closet to find a dagger. She kicked her shoes and climbed onto the bed, pulling Song Jingchen into her arms again.

“It has to work. It has to work,” she repeated. It was unknown if she was trying to convince herself or pray to the heavens.

As she spoke, she picked up the dagger and tried to slash at her left palm.

Unexpectedly, a large hand rested weakly on her left hand.

Shen Yijia paused and turned around in disbelief. She met a pair of helpless

eyes.

“Hubby, you’re awake?”