Become a feudal king from today

In the front yard of the palace.

Doctor Hu rubbed his hands nervously and begged Zhao Xu: "Your Highness, I have an unwelcome request, I hope Your Highness will agree."

"Please speak, Doctor Hu." Zhao Xu still respected this number one famous doctor in Yan County.

After all, he is a doctor, and if someone has a headache or fever, he will always need him.

"Actually, I just want to get a few more jars of your secret magic medicine." Doctor Hu said the purpose of this trip.

After he took the medicine back, the news spread like wildfire.

Originally, he was only going to treat three people, but six more people came.

These people knelt in his clinic and didn't want to leave.

There was no way, he could only come again with a thick face.

Zhao Xu thought it was about Chang Wei's condition, and he was nervous for a while.

When he learned that it was such a trivial matter, he said: "Doctor Hu, just go and get as much as you need. If you can save people, it will be considered a good deed for the king."

Doctor Hu was overjoyed when he heard this, and thought that the King of Yan was indeed as friendly as people said.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Doctor Hu bowed.

Zhao Xu nodded and asked a servant to take Doctor Hu away.

He was confident in the effect of allicin, but if Doctor Hu could treat patients with it, he would no longer have any doubts.

Therefore, he was willing to let Doctor Hu try it.

He followed the servant to the middle courtyard.

After beating three jars, Doctor Hu returned to the clinic happily.

The injured in the clinic immediately begged when they saw Doctor Hu coming back.

"Doctor Hu, help me..."

They were all injured people. Because of the hot weather, their wounds were red, swollen and festering, and they had fever.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask for the medicine. Whether I can save you depends on fate." Doctor Hu asked his apprentice to give the medicine in the jar to the patients.

Three times a day, three hours apart each time.

This was what King Yan told him.

After giving the medicine, the injured people went back and came back the next day.

Doctor Hu checked them one by one and tested their fever again.

When he tested the fever of a middle-aged man, he was surprised.

The man still had a fever, but it seemed lighter than yesterday.

After he tested all of them, he found that four of the nine people had slightly improved symptoms.

Then, he gave the medicine to the nine people for two consecutive days.

On the third day, the fever of six of the nine people had faded, and the wounds also showed signs of healing.

The three people were seriously injured and still had fever, but the symptoms were slightly alleviated.

Such a result shocked him.

Because according to his experience, these nine people used his medicine, except for three of them who were in good health and had a chance to survive with minor injuries, the others had basically no chance of survival.

"Miracle medicine, miracle medicine." Doctor Hu muttered to himself, his body trembling slightly.

In addition to practicing medicine in the folk, sometimes when war broke out in Yanzhou, he would be temporarily recruited by the government to treat wounded soldiers in the army.

Last year, the Northern Di autumn hunt was full of smoke in Yanzhou.

The Yuan family and the Yanguan Imperial Army both sent troops to encircle and suppress, and there were countless wounded at that time.

The most hateful thing is that the Northern Di cavalry was very vicious. The arrowheads on the arrows were soaked with feces before the battle.

Even if the soldiers who were injured by the arrows were not hit in the fatal place, they would often die from the wounds that fester later.

Thinking of the tragic scene at that time, he still shudders.

Because of this, he asked for the secret medicine after seeing the King of Yan rescue Chang Wei.

He knew that the Northern Di people would also smear feces juice on the arrows that hit Chang Wei.

This is why he said to leave it to fate at that time.

"Magic medicine..." Doctor Hu raised his hands and whistled to the sky.

Thinking of something, he immediately went into the house, picked up a pen and wrote a letter.

When he came out, he called a disciple and said, "Li Zhen, you ride your horse to Yanguan in Pingjun immediately and give this letter to your uncle."

After saying yes, Li Zhen turned and left.

Not long after, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and Li Zhen rode away.

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Pingjun.

It borders Yanjun, and it is only more than 300 miles from Yancheng to Yanguan.

After one day and one night, Li Zhen arrived at Yanguan.

Looking at the towering and thick city walls in front of him, and the soldiers in bright armor patrolling on the city walls, a sense of solemnity rose in his heart.

General Mo Di, who was in charge of Yanguan, was over fifty years old and came from a famous military family in Dasong.

Since joining the army, he has made numerous military exploits.

When he led the army in the northwest, he defeated the Xiliang army several times, causing the enemy to flee without fighting when they saw his flag.

When the situation in Yanzhou became chaotic, this veteran was sent here and became the pillar of guarding Yanguan.

After he showed his identity and the soldiers reported, he was allowed to enter Yanguan.

In the medical officer's office, he met his uncle Li Xingjian.

Originally, this uncle and his master jointly ran a medical clinic.

But after being recruited last year, this uncle entered the medical officer's office.

And his master, who called himself a free and unrestrained man, stayed in Yan County.

At that moment, he handed the letter to Li Xingjian and stood by.

"…The King of Yan used a secret medicine, and the nine wounded have all recovered. I want to inform you, my junior brother." Li Xingjian raised his thick eyebrows slightly.

In the letter, his senior brother first reminisced about the past, and then told about the strange things that happened recently.

After reading the contents of the letter, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

If it wasn't for his junior nephew personally delivering it, he would have thought it was nonsense.

At the end of the letter, his senior brother Hu Yan asked him to personally ask for the secret medicine to test it on the wounded soldiers in Yan County to distinguish the true from the false.

"This matter is not trivial." Li Xingjian looked solemn.

The Northern Di cavalry often provoked outside the pass, and Yanguan would also send cavalry out of the pass to investigate.

So there were soldiers injured in Yanguan almost every month.

Although these sporadic attritions are not much, they add up to a lot.

"You rest here for a while, I will report to General Mo right away."

After that, he took the letter and went to the general's mansion.

In the pavilion of the General's Mansion, he saw General Mo Zhai, who had gray hair but a face as ruddy as a baby.

This veteran has a burly figure. Even though he is in his fifties, he can still eat three bowls of rice in one meal. His exuberant energy puts him to shame.

After saluting, he explained the reason, and Mo Zhai, who was reading a book, suddenly turned his head.

"Is King Yan's secret medicine really so effective?" Mo Zhai's eyes burned, "That's nonsense, it's impossible!"

"Senior brother will not cheat." Li Xingjian always respected his senior brother and he believed in his senior brother.

At this time, he handed the letter to Mo Zhai.

Mo Zhai glanced at it and immediately showed a look of shock.