When Song Ci suddenly fell acutely ill, Chunhui Hall became tense as if facing a major enemy, especially since the illness came fiercely and sharply, leaving people fearful of the time a few years ago when Song Zhiyuan had just been promoted.
After a round of acupuncture by Lin Qing, sweat was visible on her forehead, her face was a bit pale blue, and she felt Song Ci's pulse, forehead, and palm with her hand, her brows lightly furrowed.
"Has the fever not gone down?" Nanny Gong asked nervously from the side.
Lin Qing shook her head, "It has gone down a bit, but the body and forehead are hot, while the palm is cold. The fever might decrease slightly now, but it may rise again later; you must keep an eye on her constantly. Let's take her for a medicinal bath first."
Nanny Gong nodded and personally wrapped Song Ci in a big blanket, calling for strong maidservants to carry her to the bathing tub in the cleansing room.
