Under the leadership of Xiao Zhenzi, Erhong came to Zhu Zhanji's bedroom in Chonghua Palace, where Zhu Zhanji was lying on the agarwood dragon bed given by Emperor Yongle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

There are 12 lotus lamps around the bed curtain, and a bat can be seen in the recess of the lantern.

This bat is not only a homonym for "Fu", but the bat's mouth can also be used to hang mosquito nets, and the design can be described as ingenious.

This long-lost dragon bed made Erhong suddenly feel like he was back in the past.

When Zhu Zhanji returned from the battlefield of the Northern Expedition last year, he was also on this bed. Zhu Zhanji, who was in a coma, took away Erhong's first kiss.

Later, Erhong never had a chance to enter this bedside again.

The lotus lantern is still so beautiful, but this time Zhu Zhanji, compared to the last time he came back from the battlefield, he described him as withered and hideous.

It's only been a few days, and the young man who is in the wind in the jade tree has become embarrassed in the blink of an eye.

"Erhong girl is here?" At this time, a doctor recognized Wu Erhong.

This imperial doctor is the imperial physician Sun who showed Zhu Zhanji's wound last year.

He saw Erhong coming in, and hurriedly confided in Erhong about the criticality of his condition like grasping the last straw:

"The imperial grandson is now innumerable in stool every day, the amount is large, at first it is yellow water, and soon it turns into rice swill, and even ....... hidden blood in the stool, the imperial grandson is now delirious, the pulse is weak, and today is a day...... Anuria. The limbs are cold, the muscles are spasmodic, the body temperature drops, and the heartbeat is sometimes fast, sometimes slow, as if it is about to ......"

"How?"

"Girl, listen to it for herself." The envoy of the Sun Yuan did not dare to speak.

Erhong leaned into the agarwood bed and looked at Zhu Zhanji distressedly.

I saw the imperial grandson in front of me, whose once handsome pair of bright eyes were now tightly closed.

The eye sockets are deep, the lips are dry and the tongue is cracked, and the once firm and elastic skin that is exposed becomes dry and wrinkled, and the elasticity is lost.

The most thrilling thing is that the lower abdomen is completely sunken, and even if you are wearing a single dress, you can clearly see it from the outside, and the belly is deeply sunk into the flesh.

Isn't his current appearance the same as the cholera patients who Erhong drew on paper in the "Ling Wei Painting Garden" that day, and were called "ghosts in the Yama Palace" by Zhu Zhanji?

It's also a shame that Zhu Zhanji is now in a coma!

If he wakes up and gives him a mirror, I'm afraid that he himself will be frightened by his appearance of being neither a human nor a ghost.

Erhong couldn't bear to look at it more, so he rushed close to the chest of the imperial grandson and listened carefully to his heartbeat, which was really slow and low...... There is almost no heartbeat.

Could it be that Zhu Zhanji died so inexplicably? Erhong suddenly went crazy.

"Brother Zhanji, you can't die! How can you die! Erhong couldn't help but scream.

As if he heard Erhong's call, as if Zhu Zhanji himself was also struggling with the comatose and sleepy god, his heartbeat suddenly "knocked knock", beating very violently.

"Don't, Brother Zhanji, don't beat so fast with your little heart, don't be so anxious, you slow down."

Erhong began to call again.

It didn't take long for my heartbeat to slow down again! Slow to almost nothing!

was so frightened that Erhong didn't dare to say anything in front of Zhu Zhanji.

Although she knew that Zhu Zhanji's heartbeat was fast and slow, it had nothing to do with her call, and it should be a phenomenon caused by metabolic acidosis caused by Vibrio cholerae.

But she's really scared! Zhu Zhanji really looks like a human and a ghost anymore.

What do I do? This time, Erhong was really helpless.

Vibrio cholerae has penetrated deep into the texture, and the traditional Chinese medicine in the hospital, no matter how precious the traditional Chinese medicine, can only delay life.

If the germs cannot be killed quickly and effectively, and Vibrio cholerae is allowed to wreak havoc in Zhu Zhanji's stomach and intestines, Zhu Zhanji will inevitably become dehydrated all over his body within three days, and all organs will fail and die.

In fact, for modern people, how simple it is to treat cholera!

Only a few yuan in pharmacies can buy a large bottle of "tetracycline tablets", which can immediately reduce diarrhea, shorten the time of fecal excretion, and reduce the phenomenon of bacteria.

Then it can be intravenously instilled until the condition improves, of course, it can also be used with "doxycycline", "cotrimoxazole", "pyridoxine" and other Western medicines.

For Zhu Zhanji, a member of the royal family, in fact, he doesn't need so many Western medicines, and he doesn't need to inject drips.

As long as there is a large bottle of tetracycline tablets, accompanied by the precious health care Chinese medicine treatment of the ancient court, it can quickly come back to life.

But!

For modern people, such a simple tetracycline tablet is tantamount to a fantasy for the ancients.

No matter how much Erhong learns to be reborn, he won't be able to make Western medicine.

As far as Zhu Zhanji's current situation is concerned, time is life. One more minute of delay, and he'll be ten points haggard!

Only by returning to modern times immediately, getting Western medicine, and immediately feeding him in his stomach, Zhu Zhanji, who is dying, can have a glimmer of life!

There is no other way. There is only one way to be reborn back into the modern era.

Erhong ordered himself in his heart: "I must go back to modern times immediately and get a bottle of tetracycline tablets!" If I can't go back to modern times, Zhu Zhanji will definitely die, so I'd rather die.

But how can you go back? Wu Erhong has lived in the Ming Dynasty for seven years, and now he suddenly found that he had to face this problem.

From the time Erhong inexplicably came to this Ming Dynasty, she never thought of going back.

Because she didn't know how to go back.

But now, if Zhu Zhanji dies, there will be no point for her to live in this Ming Dynasty, so she must let herself go back.

"We must go back to modern times, if we can't save Zhu Zhanji, I'd rather die." Erhong's determination has never been so firm.

The passages played in those TV dramas, under the big trees, under the moon, chanting scriptures and hugging Buddha......

The means of crossing that can be thought of, Erhong has tried it.

For the whole night, Erhong didn't close his eyes.

As long as she thought that Zhu Zhanji was still asleep and couldn't open her eyes, her eyes couldn't be closed.

"No, I have to conserve my strength, I can sleep, maybe I can travel back in my sleep."

When it was time to arrive, at three or four o'clock in the morning, Wu Erhong really couldn't think of any way, all organs in her body sent out signs of sleepiness, and she had to fall on the bed with her clothes.

At this time, the candlelight in the Rouyi Hall flickered and flickered, which was a bit weird.

All the maids in the main hall, under the request of Erhong, have already fallen asleep.

The silent night of the deep palace was suddenly shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere.

Erhong just closed his eyes, and suddenly saw a long-lost modern face.

The face was a little blurry at first, but gradually became clearer.

Ah, isn't that Zhu Zhanji, the class leader of his own in the "Red Shield University of Science and Technology"?

Erhong is so surprised! She hasn't remembered modern people and things for many years, why is it that at this moment, the class president who has always had a crush in college, that is, the negative person who caused herself to be reborn in this Ming Dynasty, suddenly appeared in front of her?

(Dear friends, this book is being recommended on the latest shelves of the girls' channel.) Released on September 30th. I will spend a happy National Day with you. Sapped and rolled for the first order. Continue to thank you for your support along the way. ）