Chapter 34 Heat-clearing and antidotes

The patients who were sent to the relocation center were basically sick and had no cure, and they were waiting to die.

I didn't expect that Zhaocai would be very arrogant on weekdays, and a rough man would go to the relocation house in order to take care of Yingniang. According to the epidemic prevention regulations, those who are strictly controlled by the Praetorian Guards only need to enter and are not allowed to leave. As soon as you enter the relocation center, life and death are a foregone conclusion.

On weekdays, the relationship between Wangcai and Zhaocai is the most iron, but at the moment he is in a hurry, rubbing his hands around Zhang Yang, and opening his mouth hesitantly: "Second little grandfather, can you find a way to get through the relationship and let the guards release Zhaocai......"

Zhang Yang's face was gloomy, and he raised his eyes and glanced at him, "You are from my British Mansion when you are a Praetorian Guard?" If I let people go, they can release them? ”

"The little one understands." Wangcai's eyes were slightly red, "But, beckoning him...... Staying in the relocation center is over. ”

Zhang Yang sighed heavily, "That's what he asked for himself." "Living for two lives does not mean that he is an immortal, with a turn of the brain, a few drops of nectar can bring people back to life.

He was never a good man with a lot of compassion, and he didn't have the courage to commit a traitor. Like most people, he was vulgar, selfish, and greedy for money. Without harming his own interests, he is willing to give some benefits to the people around him. After getting along with Zhaocai for more than a month, he was not without feelings, but that trace of pity was not enough to support him to risk his life.

When he came to the Ming Dynasty, his dream was to make good money and enjoy life.

At the moment, he just wanted to do what he was doing and take good care of the more than 200 patients in the Huguo Temple, so that they didn't have to be sent to the relocation center to wait for death.

Fortunately, Lu Wen's youngest daughter took the "Heat Clearing Antidote" and her symptoms were reduced a lot, her body temperature returned to normal, and she no longer coughed.

He excitedly rushed over to thank Zhang Yang: "Thanks to Master Zhang's medicine, the little girl's health is much better." As he spoke, he bowed to Zhang Yang with a solemn face, "Thank you Master Zhang for his excellent medical skills, please accept Lu Mou's worship." ”

The people of the Ming Dynasty had never taken antibacterial drugs and were particularly sensitive to anti-inflammatory drugs, which gave the ordinary Pudilan a chance to shine.

After taking the same medicine, Lu Wen's youngest daughter recovered, but Yingniang's condition worsened, and she entered the relocation center together with Zhaocai. Is this due to the lack of efficacy of the drug, or is it a difference in the individual's physical constitution?

Zhang Yang's mind was running at high speed, and he nodded perfunctorily.

Lu Wen visited Master Mingjing and heard him complain that Zhang Yang was short of money and asked the monk for money for masks. At this time, seeing Zhang Yang's gloomy face, he misunderstood that he was worried about money, so he took the initiative to say: "Lu is not talented, he has no ability, but he still has some money." If Lord Zhang has any difficulties, Lu is willing to give all his wealth to help adults tide over the difficulties. ”

Lu Wen has been in the capital for several months, but he has not yet found a safe backer, and it would be great if he could catch the line of the British Mansion at this moment. What's more, the flamboyant medicine really saved the life of the youngest daughter.

"Is that true?" Zhang Yang's eyes lit up. As the saying goes, if you have money, you can make a ghost grind, and if you have money, you can do a lot of things.

"Lu is a businessman, and he has always been true to his word."

With Lu Wen's money and efforts, the Zhang Yang Pharmaceutical Research Institute began to operate again, producing "Heat Clearing Antidote" overnight.

A large batch of medicine was transported to Huguo Temple, and Zhang Yang made a small adjustment to the dosage according to each person's condition and physical condition.

In less than three days, the condition of the mild patients in Huguo Temple was brought under control, and many people's symptoms were significantly reduced.

In the Taihe Hall of the Forbidden City, it is resplendent and brightly lit.

A young man dressed in a bright yellow robe sat on a dragon chair with golden silk nanmu, although his face was handsome, there was a majesty between his eyebrows and eyes.

He is the Jiajing Emperor Zhu Houxi, who has been on the throne for less than a year, the luckiest emperor in the world.

In history, in order to compete for the throne, it is not uncommon for fathers and sons to meet each other with swords and guns, and brothers to kill each other, and there are bloodstains on the road to the supreme imperial power. Only Emperor Jiajing can be called the chosen son.

Ming Wuzong Zhu Houzhao died of illness, because he had no heirs, Yang Tinghe, the first assistant of the cabinet, looked for an heir to the throne according to the "Emperor Ming Zu Xun", and the fourteen-year-old Zhu Houxi was selected as the heir.

With the support of Yang Tinghe, Zhu Houxi ascended the throne as emperor and changed his name to Jiajing.

The young Emperor Jiajing flipped through the folds on the case, and his heart seemed to be pressed against a heavy stone, which made him almost out of breath.

The menacing plague had swept through the entire capital in less than three days. In just six days, thousands of people were infected in Suncheon, and more than 900 people died from the plague. According to the report of the commander of the Praetorian Guard, more than 500 people in the city were infected with the epidemic, and more than 300 people were sent to the relocation center in the north of the city to wait for death.

The group of dry food eaters in the Tai Hospital have not been able to give an accurate diagnosis so far, let alone an effective treatment plan, so they will use some old recipes to fool people all day long.

Today, in front of all the courtiers, Yang Tinghe, the first assistant of the cabinet, claimed: The Son of Heaven wants to posthumously honor his biological father Youqi as the emperor, which is against the principles of heaven and humanity, so the plague fell on the capital to warn the world.

Zhu Houxi's face turned blue in an instant.

When he ascended the throne, Zhu Houxi was asked by the cabinet to respect the first emperor Zhu Houzhao as his father, and he did so, but proposed to invite the tablet of his father Zhu Youqi into the temple and be enshrined by later generations together with the first emperor, but Yang Tinghe denied it on the grounds of "unetiquette".

At that moment, the fourteen-year-old Emperor Jiajing found himself just a puppet pushed by the cabinet. Even so, he also has to win the reputation of his biological father, and in order to honor his biological father, the contradiction between Zhu Houxi and Yang Tinghe has been put on the surface.

What is hateful is that a group of civil servants have echoed Yang Tinghe, according to the ancestral etiquette, the Son of Heaven should respect Ming Wuzong as his father, otherwise he will not have the right to inherit the unification.

Yang Tinghe's power in the court can be seen from this

Thinking of this, Zhu Houxi's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip ink, and swept all the documents in front of him to the ground.

What does he mean Yang Tinghe? After being the first assistant for decades, I was confused, thinking that today's Ming Dynasty was surnamed Yang, and he led ordinary Wenchen to oppose me at every turn.

The eunuch who was waiting on the side knew that the emperor was on fire in his heart, so he didn't dare to make a sound, so he silently stepped forward and picked up the documents on the ground.

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the temple.

Needless to say, there was trouble again, Zhu Houxi's brows furrowed tightly.

"Your Majesty, Imperial Doctor Yang of the Tai Hospital has an urgent matter to see."

A bunch of waste in the hospital, the plague is current, there is no way at all, what are you doing in the middle of the night?

"Accurate!" Zhu Houxi said weakly.

As soon as Imperial Physician Yang entered the hall, he knelt down and hurriedly reported the good news, "Your Majesty, the old minister has found a prescription that can restrain the plague. ”

Sweeping away the haze of Fang Cai, Zhu Houxi couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and his eyes shone brightly, "Imperial Doctor Yang, is it true at this time?" ”

"Lao Chen has ordered someone to verify it in the Huguo Temple, and the patient's symptoms have been reduced after taking the medicine." Imperial Physician Yang quietly took the credit for Zhang Yang on himself.