Zhao Ce walked into the main hall.

Then I saw Liu Daxia, who was still wearing an official uniform, covering her mouth and coughing a few more times.

After coughing, he spoke hoarsely: "You are here..."

Liu Ruyu, who learned that Zhao Ce had visited the mansion, also walked out of the house.

He was very happy to see Zhao Ce coming.

"Dad, you're back."

After saying that, he said to Zhao Ce again: "Brother Lin..."

Before he could finish his greeting, he was interrupted by Liu Daxia, who kept coughing again.

Liu Ruyu quickly stepped forward to support him and said with concern: "My father was fine when he went out in the morning, why did he suddenly cough?"

Liu Daxia forced a smile and said, "I'm old, my body is useless..."

He remembered what happened in the palace and was about to remind Zhao Ce.

I felt a itchy throat again.

After a shocking cough.

Liu Daxia was panting all over.

My face was not very good just now, but now it is even pale.

Zhao Ce looked at his pale face and said worriedly: "Mr. Liu's health is important, please ask the doctor to come and have a look."

Seeing Liu Daxia's expression, Liu Ruyu nodded anxiously.

He helped Liu Daxia walk back to the room.

However, after this cough, Liu Daxia's whole body seemed to have been drained.

He was supported, groggy and gasping for breath.

After walking for a few steps, my teeth began to shivering.

"cold......"

He murmured subconsciously, his whole body trembled like a sieve.

Liu Ruyu could hardly help him.

"father……"

"Come here, go and invite the doctor!"

Seeing this, Zhao Ce also rushed forward and helped Liu Ruyu support him together.

"Brother Linzhi, I heard that you understand some medical skills."

"Is my father infected with the cold?"

Zhao Ce is a person who knows how to prevent smallpox, and Liu Ruyu can't control how much medical skills Zhao Ce knows.

He asked in a panic.

Liu Daxia was dizzy and felt that his son's voice seemed to be far away from the sky.

In just a few steps, he was covered in cold sweat.

"hot……"

"cold……"

Liu Daxia's breathing was heavy, and the heat and cold alternated.

After walking a few steps, his facial features were tangled together and he reached out to cover his forehead tightly.

It's obviously a headache.

Zhao Ce was also surprised when he looked at him.

The symptoms of Liu Daxia's illness were very similar to the plague he knew.

But Zhao Ce has no real clinical experience, so it is really difficult to be sure.

He could only tentatively say: "Honor Liu has contacted some foreigner recently?"

Liu Ruyu shook his head: "My father was in poor health recently. He would not rest at home or be on duty in the yamen of the Ministry of War."

"I must have never seen anyone from outside."

Zhao Ce paused and said, "I probably have an idea in my mind, but it's hard to confirm."

"When the doctor comes, I will check his diagnosis and treatment."

Although Liu Ruyu was anxious, he could only nod.

The two worked together to help Liu Daxia back to the room.

Not long.

The doctor was also hurriedly brought over.

While taking the pulse, the old doctor asked Liu Ruyu's illness next to him.

Liu Ruyu calmed down and told the doctor as much as he did.

After the consultation, the doctor hesitated: "The cough continues..."

"Maybe it's a bit more severe cold..."

In fact, he still had a guess in his mind.

But this is the capital, and this speculation is a bit too outrageous.

The doctor dared not say these alarmist words before he was sure of it.

Seeing his father's uncomfortable look, Liu Ruyu wiped his face.

"Please give me the doctor the medicine to relieve my father's pain."

The doctor nodded and took out paper and pen.

Zhao Ce, who was standing beside him, suddenly asked: "Doctor, is it really just an ordinary wind and cold?"

The doctor said angrily: "This is my diagnosis."

"Mr. Liu is not in good health recently, so the attack may have become more serious."

"Let me prescribe him a few doses of medicine first, and then see how it works after drinking it." ωωw.

Liu Ruyu quickly said, "That's going to be troublesome."

Zhao Ce looked at Liu Daxia on the bed and remembered the symptoms he had just had.

He said something that the doctor could hardly hold the brush in his hand.

"Doctor, is it possible that this is infected with the plague?"

The doctor's hand holding the brush shook, and his face changed drastically.

"Young Master, do you know what you are talking about?"

"How could a plague happen in the capital?"

"Mr. Liu is the Minister of War. He meets the emperor every day and walks in the palace. How can he get infected with the plague?"

Liu Ruyu also frowned and looked at Zhao Ce with disbelief.

If Liu Daxia is really infected with the plague...

He just came back from the palace, that...

The consequences of that matter may be incalculable!

Liu Ruyu said anxiously: "Brother Linzhi, this matter is of great importance."

"My father..."

Zhao Ce knew that the old doctor had some skills when he looked at the old doctor.

It is very likely that the old doctor actually had some doubts.

Zhao Ce was sure of a little more in his heart.

"The patient's face turned pale when he started to get sick, and began to feel chilled all over and shivered."

"After having a chill, less than half an hour, I started to get fever."

"It's what we commonly call "sticking."

"Then the headache..."

Zhao Ce told Liu Daxia all the symptoms.

At the end, I decided a few more points.

"I guess, this is not an ordinary wind chill."
To be continued...