The most important woman is Mohan

Chapter 11 Smallpox
Empress Feng froze on the spot holding Mo Han, how could his such a good daughter get such a disease, God!You are killing me!

Empress Feng just kept crying, but it was Jiahe beside him who reacted first: "I'm sorry for your embarrassment, please prescribe a prescription for His Highness, cook the medicine according to the prescription, and decide on other matters after His Majesty is here. I have to trouble the imperial physician to keep it secret first, so as not to cause panic in the palace."

"I know, I know. It's just that if the Eighth Highness is really suffering from smallpox, he will be infected. I hope you don't get close to anyone." The old doctor gave another order before leaving with the medicine box.

"Your Majesty, please come and take care of His Highness the Eighth Highness! You go and rest!" Seeing that Empress Feng felt sad, Jiahe also felt distressed.

"No, I want to guard Han'er. If something happens to her, I won't live anymore!" Empress Feng always had a firm belief in her heart that he couldn't do without this child. Growing up by Queen Feng's side, her every move is under the watchful eyes of Queen Feng, and Queen Feng's doting on her is far more than other people.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician only said that it was suspected of smallpox, but it was not diagnosed. Just now, I have taken your token to invite Imperial Physician Hu into the palace. Don't panic..." Jiahe followed Lin Lin since childhood. Han, he knows how important the eighth princess is to him, and she must be saved at all costs, so he will not blame himself for calling the doctor Hu here on his own initiative.

"Yes, that's right. Imperial Physician Hu is very skilled in medicine, so he can get my Han'er." After hearing this, Queen Feng finally calmed down a little. When the disease comes to her hands, it can be cured by hand.

"I've seen the Queen." Imperial Physician Hu rushed over with a big medicine box and led her little apprentice. She was sleeping soundly when she heard the little servant calling her to say that Queen Feng was calling urgently. She thought it must be some noble in the palace. When a man fell ill, he rushed over in a hurry.

"Principal Physician Hu, hurry up, come and see what's going on with Han'er? You must save her!" Queen Feng stood up and helped Physician Hu herself.

Physician Hu nodded, then went to see Mo Han, this symptom...

"Your Majesty, forgive me for my honest words, His Majesty's symptoms are suspected to be smallpox..." The words of Imperial Physician Hu seemed to have sent Queen Feng into the eighteenth hell, and the little hope in my heart disappeared without a trace.

Han'er, my Han'er, who will save my daughter!
"Your queen..." Seeing Queen Feng's unlovable expression, Doctor Hu continued, "Don't worry, it's just that the symptoms are suspected to be smallpox, but I don't quite imagine it. Smallpox pimples are swollen. However, His Highness the Eighth Highness is a red spot on his body, and the diagnosis can only be confirmed after two days when the symptoms become more obvious. But in the past two days, it is better not to let other people get close to it to prevent infection." Hu imperial physician examined the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician on duty at night medicine, nodded to indicate that Jiahe could feed it to Mo Han.

After hearing the words of Imperial Physician Hu, Empress Feng had a glimmer of hope again, and held Mo Han all night without letting go.

The next day, the emperor heard that his youngest daughter was sick, so he hurried over, but Jiahe blocked the door.She was worried about her husband and daughter, and was in a hurry, but Imperial Physician Hu stopped her from approaching Fengyi Palace, and she was even more worried.

This year, the nine-year-old princess thought about going to see her little sister after school in the morning, but she hadn't seen her for a few days, and she missed her very much.Holding the pastry she entrusted someone to bring from outside the palace, she happily walked towards Fengyi Palace. She always remembered that her younger sister loved to eat that pastry since she was a child, and her mouth was always stuffed like a cockroach. Like a little squirrel.

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