When Lu Tingchen passed by, Ling Lihua had already checked Chujiu's pulse. She was not surprised when she saw him come in. She bent down and put Chujiu's hand into the quilt, then tucked her into the quilt, and then sighed and said : "This girl is too mentally stressed and has not had a good rest for a long time. Her body is severely overdrawn. Although her fever has gone away, her body is still very weak. She has to slowly recover before she can regain her strength."
Lu Tingchen looked over and saw that the candlelight in the tent was a little dim. The people on the bed were shrouded in shadow and huddled together, giving people a very pitiful feeling.
This thought flashed into his mind, and Lu Tingchen felt as if he had seen a ghost.
Chujiu, who can even carry a man, is not a weak woman.
He was shocked that he thought that just now.
"Weiwei told me that this girl is very dedicated to her. Now she is sick, which is very distressing to see. I have a lot of things to do in the quarantine area during the day. If you are free, come and see if anything happens. , and can help her in time." After Ling Lihua finished speaking, she yawned.
Seeing this, Lu Tingchen held her hand and walked out, "Mom, if you're tired, go back to sleep. I'm here."
"That's fine." Ling Lihua was really sleepy, so she went back to her sleeping quarters first.
Lu Tingchen watched her go away from where he was before turning back to Chujiu's tent.
After making sure she was fine, she planned to go back to sleep.
However, just as he turned around, he heard a faint voice behind him, "Leng..."
Lu Tingchen had no choice but to turn around.
The person in the bed turned his head uneasily, and his body was shaking under the quilt, muttering something cold.
Lu Tingchen decisively turned around and went out, and asked his bodyguard to come in with two quilts. He took them and covered Chujiu with them.
It is bitterly cold at the border, and it becomes even more unbearable at night in winter.
Although winter has not yet entered, the temperature difference between morning and evening is huge, and the tent does not block the wind, making it even colder at night.
The people in the camp were all men, and they were used to it, so it was okay.
But for a woman and a patient, it's different.
Women's bodies are naturally weaker than men's, and when they get sick, they become even weaker.
The long nights are indeed difficult to endure.
After Lu Tingchen put two quilts on Chujiu, she was still shivering, so he had to ask his guards to light the brazier.
The tent with a brazier is better than before.
Lu Tingchen was busy with his work, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. But when he turned around, he saw that Chujiu was still trembling, and he frowned immediately.
The personal guard saw it and came up with a bad idea.
"Your Majesty, I heard someone say that the most effective way to keep warm is for two people to hug each other..."
When Lu Tingchen looked over with a cold expression, the guard's voice became softer and softer, "The prince, I think my subordinates didn't say anything."
"Get out!" Lu Tingchen was very annoyed. How dare you make a joke at this time.
The personal guard shrank his neck and quickly retreated.
Lu Tingchen moved the charcoal fire in the tent to the bed.
The red firelight reflected the woman's snow-white face, and her lips were trembling. You can imagine how cold she was at this time.
Lu Tingchen walked around the tent a few times. If he had known better, he would not have let his mother go to bed.
If he went to wake her up now, he would definitely be scolded by his father, and he was a little reluctant to torment his mother.
After all, my mother is also tired on weekdays.
But you can't just leave people here and don't care about anything, right
Lu Tingchen was a little embarrassed.
(End of chapter)