PFC Chapter 159 Production
Chapter 159 Production
His Highness's health has deteriorated again.
Compared to his previous cold sweats, Xie Jinglan's current high fever made Jixiang even more panicked.
"Why is he running a high fever again?"
It was almost noon when Jiang Yuyue finally woke up. She then struggled to her feet and came over to Xie Jinglan. Seeing Xie Jinglan's even more serious condition, she frowned.
Xie Jinglan's lips grew increasingly pale, and his breath became so weak that it was almost inaudible.
Only his occasional rapid breathing reminded everyone that he had not completely lost consciousness, but no matter how Jiang Yuyue called out to him, she could not get any response.
The housekeeper stood at the door and looked at Xie Jinglan's condition. He shook his head and sighed repeatedly after just one glance.
"Butler Xiang? What's going on here...?"
Seeing his condition, Xiaoliu quickly said, "Should we go and call a doctor?"
"I'm afraid Young Master Xie won't make it through today."
The butler, fearing his young mistress would be upset if she heard this, whispered, "I've seen plenty of things. I could tell at a glance that Young Master Xie is beyond saving. Didn't you say before, Miss, that he only had a year left to live at most? Now, judging by his age, it seems that's about it..."
Hearing this, Xiao Liu was also very distressed. After all, she had accompanied her mistress to the capital to seek medical treatment for the Third Young Master. Although the Third Young Master's temper was sometimes a bit strange, it would be unbearable for anyone to watch a life slip away.
"Let's try to comfort the young lady more."
He sighed to the butler, "Young Master Xie is clearly not going to make it, but Miss is about to give birth, we can't afford to upset her!"
Although that was the logic, no one in the room dared to step forward and persuade him. Jiang Yuyue sat on the edge of the bed and held Xie Jinglan's hand. Although he had a high fever, his fingers were unusually cold.
Sensing his strange physical condition, Jiang Yuyue couldn't help but clench her fists tightly.
Finally, Jixiang couldn't help but speak up, carefully advising, "Miss Jiang, you are pregnant now, so please don't let the young master's illness affect you. The young master was lucid for a while last night and instructed me to take good care of you. Please don't hurt yourself. Your safety is also the young master's wish..."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuyue's lips curled into a bitter smile, and her throat tightened for some reason. She wanted to say something, but the words turned into a sigh.
"Xiao Liu, why don't you stay here and help Ji Xiang take care of the Third Young Master?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Liu quickly responded, but as soon as Jiang Yuyue stood up after saying this, she suddenly felt a sharp abdominal pain.
Her face turned pale instantly, and when she looked down at her protruding belly, she immediately realized what was happening.
She's about to give birth!
"Jasmine."
Jiang Yuyue tried to regulate her breathing and gripped the hand that Jasmine was holding onto. "Quick... quick, go call the midwife, I'm about to give birth!"
Upon hearing this, everyone was startled. The steward reacted the fastest and immediately rushed out of the courtyard. He had already arranged for the midwives and others to stay in a nearby house and needed to hurry over to call them over!
Xiao Liu couldn't care less about Xie Jinglan at this moment. She and Jasmine quickly helped Jiang Yuyue back to her room, one on each side. Jiang Yuyue, lying on the bed, had a furrowed brow and her face looked increasingly pale. Large beads of sweat kept sliding down her forehead. Intense pain made her bite her lower lip until it bled, and her hands involuntarily gripped the sheets beneath her.
"Quick! Miss, take this pain-relieving medicine!"
Jasmine acted quickly and immediately brought over the pain-relieving soup that Jiang Yuyue had prepared in advance for childbirth. After drinking all the medicine, although the pain was still unbearable, it was much better than before.
"Quickly! This way, please!"
The steward strode quickly and immediately ushered the two capable midwives into the courtyard. "Thank you both for your hard work. If you can help my young lady deliver her baby safely, you will be richly rewarded!"
Watching the midwife enter the room, the housekeeper paced nervously in the courtyard, praying incessantly.
"May God bless my young lady so that she can give birth to her child safely!"
After the midwife entered the room, she immediately began to assist Jiang Yuyue. The two maids, Jasmine and Xiaoliu, were also busy, constantly carrying basins of hot water into the room, their faces showing tension.
As for Jixiang, seeing Jiang Yuyue suddenly go into labor, it would be a lie to say he wasn't panicked. After all, the child in Jiang's belly was His Highness's child, and His Highness also had feelings for Jiang. If anything went wrong, it would be a real problem!
Just as Jixiang was listening to the commotion coming from the neighboring courtyard, Xie Jinglan, who had been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes as if sensing something and forced himself to sit up.
"Is...she about to give birth?"
"Your Highness?"
Jixiang quickly stepped forward to support him. "Miss Jiang suddenly had abdominal pain. The midwife that the steward found has already gone in, and Miss Jasmine and Miss Xiaoliu are also helping out."
There was a cacophony of noise outside the neighboring courtyard, but Jiang Yuyue made no sound at all.
Xie Jinglan's knuckles were bent until they turned blue and white, while Jiang Yuyue, being strong-willed, endured the pain of childbirth without uttering a single cry.
How can the pain of childbirth be compared to that of a common illness? What if she experiences no pain? Something must have happened...
He dared not think further, and his voice suddenly turned serious as he commanded, "Help me out of bed."
"Your Highness..."
Seeing the cold sweat dripping down his lord's forehead, Jixiang felt a pang of pity and said, "Miss Jiang has so many people taking care of her. Your condition isn't any better than hers. You should rest here. If you're worried, I'll go and ask her for you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Jinglan's sharp gaze sent chills down Jixiang's spine. She swallowed her words and dared not say another. She could only help Xie Jinglan slowly walk toward Jiang Yuyue's courtyard.
"Oh dear, Young Master Xie, why are you up?"
The housekeeper was in the courtyard when he saw Xie Jinglan being helped over and hurriedly said, "You're not feeling well, so you should go back and rest!"
Xie Jinglan ignored his advice and stared intently at the basin of bloody water that Xiao Liu brought out. Now that they were only separated by a wall, he didn't know what was going on inside, and his heart grew heavier.
"How long has she been inside?"
"It's only been a quarter of an hour."
The housekeeper sighed deeply, "They say childbirth is like a journey to the gates of hell for a woman, I hope Miss will have a smooth delivery..."
Xie Jinglan was already weak, and walking these few steps made it even harder for him to stand. Butler Xiang was perceptive; seeing that the young master Xie was still concerned about his young lady despite his poor health, he immediately brought over a chair.
"Young Master, please sit down and rest for a while. Miss will surely be blessed with good fortune."
Xie Jinglan didn't refuse anything, letting Jixiang help him sit down. He reached into his pocket and took out the two health talismans, rubbing them repeatedly in his palm.