Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 184 Wake up

Ten days passed in a flash for others, but it was very difficult for the Prime Minister's Mansion and those who cared about Zhang Yuanqing.

"Doctor Chang Xian, it's already the ninth day. Why hasn't the Marquis woken up yet?"

Chang looked at Qingque, who had no idea how many times he had asked the same question to himself, and wished he could beat him out.

It was said to be ten days, isn't it still not time yet?

I've said this several times. Even if you care about the Marquis, you can't treat them like this.

"Qingque, how about you go to the storehouse and pick out some good cloth to make a few more suits for your Lordship?"

"Look at your Lord's current figure. His old clothes definitely don't fit him anymore."

Qingque blushed when she was stared at by Changqian and the others.

But he still did not leave, lowered his head and asked again: "Then the Marquis..."

"Tomorrow, how about you come back and ask me tomorrow?"

Chang Qiong put down the herbs in his hand and interrupted Qingque without waiting for her to finish.

Han Shui glanced at his senior brother and added, "Senior brother, you're right on time. The Marquis is fine. We'll go check his pulse tomorrow. Qingque, go get some more clothes for your Marquis that fit you."

"Otherwise, when the Marquis wakes up, what will he do if he has nothing suitable to wear?"

Qingque got the answer, saluted, turned around and ran away.

After leaving, Qingque hurried to the warehouse, picked out some cloth, and had someone send it to the embroiderer to make clothes for the Marquis.

In this way, the long day finally passed. At noon the next day, several doctors came to Zhang Yuanqing's room to take his pulse.

Fusu didn't even attend the morning court, but came early in the morning. After the doctors finished taking his pulse, he hurriedly asked, "Doctor, how is the teacher? When will he wake up?"

"Prince, let's go out and talk."

Afterwards, several people came to the courtyard. Several doctors looked at each other, and finally Chang Xuan spoke.

"The Marquis's health is improving and he will wake up at 3 p.m. today."

When Xia Wuqi heard Chang Qie say this, he looked up at Chang Qie, then looked away and stood there quietly.

Finally getting a positive answer, Fusu was so happy that he couldn't wait to return to the palace to share the good news with his father.

Watching the prince leave happily, Xia Wuqie looked at Chang Qiong and the others, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"Doctor Xia, the most important thing now is for the Marquis to wake up."

In a word, Xia Wuqi felt at ease.

As time passed, Qingque became more and more restless.

Afraid of disturbing the Marquis's rest in the room, he stood up, quietly left the room, stood at the door, and paced back and forth anxiously.

Seeing Qingque like this, the other maids also became inexplicably nervous.

At 3:00 p.m., the emperor and the crown prince's carriages stopped at the gate of the prime minister's residence.

"Greetings to your Majesty, and to the Crown Prince."

"Get up."

Ying Zheng strode into the Prime Minister's Mansion with Fusu and came to the door of Zhang Yuanqing's room.

"Greetings, Your Majesty, Prince."

"Get up."

Seeing that Qingque was not in the room, Ying Zheng frowned, "Why are you standing outside?"

Qingque quickly knelt down and apologized.

"Your Majesty, I am anxious for the Marquis to wake up. I cannot sit still in the room, but I am afraid of disturbing your rest, so I am standing outside the door."

Ying Zheng didn't say anything else. He pushed open the door and saw other maids in the room, which made him feel relieved.

"All go out."

"promise."

After the maids left, Ying Zheng walked up and looked at Zhang Yuanqing lying on the bed.

He was already thin, and now he is even thinner.

His once handsome face has lost its former charm.

Ying Zheng lifted his robe, sat on the chair and waited quietly.

Seeing this, Fusu took out an unfinished book that he had left in his teacher's room and sat beside the teacher's bed, reading it quietly.

Time passed little by little, Chang Qi, Han Shui, Lu Sheng, and Xia Wuqi also came over with medicine boxes, and everyone was waiting for that person to wake up.

The autumn sun shines into the room through the window, falls on the bed, and dances playfully on the face of the person lying on the bed.

Zhang Yuanqing felt as if his limbs had been ripped apart and his whole body was in pain.

Even breathing makes my chest uncomfortable.

Where are you?

Why can't I see anyone?

Can't hear any sound either?

A Da, where is A Er?

Where is the bluebird?

Although Fusu was flipping through the books, his attention was more on the teacher. He saw the teacher frown slightly and the book in his hand fell to the ground.

"teacher?"

"teacher?"

When Ying Zheng heard Fusu's voice, he stood up and walked forward.

"Father, the teacher just frowned, and I saw it."

"Doctor, come in."

Ying Zheng's steady voice calmed Fusu down. He picked up the book on the ground and put it away. Then Chang Qie, Xia Wuqie and others opened the door and walked in.

Suddenly, Zhang Yuanqing seemed to hear Fusu's voice.

He struggled to peel away the fog around him and open his heavy eyelids, but after several attempts, he failed.

Afterwards, there seemed to be His Majesty's voice.

Your Majesty is here too?

Why can't I see or move?

As Zhang Yuanqing continued to struggle, a ray of light finally shone into his eyes.

Then, it quickly closed again.

"Quick, cover the windows."

Qingque and others quickly closed the corner of the window.

Everyone stared at the man on the bed nervously, but he did not disappoint them.

After his eyelids twitched a few times, his eyes finally lit up again.

"teacher!"

Fusu squatted beside the bed excitedly, pulling Zhang Yuanqing's arm.

Zhang Yuanqing, who had just woken up, was still a little confused. Why was Fusu here?

Is Your Majesty here too?

And a doctor?

Why are you all watching me sleep in my room?

"Pour some warm water for the Marquis."

Chang Qiong calmly instructed Qingque.

When Qingque walked to the bedside with the water and was about to ask the prince to move away, the water in her hand was snatched away by the prince.

Qingque carefully helped Zhang Yuanqing up, and Fusu brought the cup of water close to Zhang Yuanqing's lips.

Zhang Yuanqing took a sip mechanically, and the bitter taste in his mouth made him frown.

"Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"

"bitter"

As soon as the word "bitter" was spoken, everyone in the room laughed.

Even Ying Zheng had a smile in his eyes when he looked at Zhang Yuanqing like this.

Fusu pressed the corner of his mouth and said, "Teacher, this is warm water, not bitter. Would you like to drink some more?"

Seeing the teacher's eyes looking at his hands, Fusu understood and brought the water to the teacher's lips again.

"Cough cough cough,"

Just as he was about to speak, Zhang Yuanqing started coughing, accompanied by pain in his chest.

"Doctor"

Fusu made way for him, and Chang was the first to sit down, his fingers resting on Zhang Yuanqing's slender wrist.

Accompanied by a cough, Chang'an's face looked a little solemn.

After a long time, he withdrew his hand.

He stood up and asked others to come forward to take his pulse.

At this time, Zhang Yuanqing gradually became confused and remembered what happened before he fell into a coma.

At that time, the assassin wanted to cut his own throat with a sword, but someone outside stabbed the assassin, and the sword in the assassin's hand deviated downward and finally pierced his own chest.

He still clearly remembered the assassin's ferocious look at him before he died.

It seemed as if this sword would definitely kill him.