Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Nanjing, Fengtian Palace.

"Your Majesty, something bad is happening!"

An old eunuch walked into the palace and said anxiously, ignoring the strict rules in the palace.

"Why are you panicking? Tell me slowly, what does this look like?" Zhu Di put down the memorial in his hand and asked.

Looking at the old eunuch's appearance, Zhu Di was also surprised. This old slave was usually very steady. Why was he behaving so carelessly today? I don’t know what the big deal is.

The old eunuch wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, a general from Duke Cheng's mansion just came to report urgently that Duke Cheng fell ill in Anqing!"

"What?!"

Hearing this, Zhu Di's face changed drastically, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He was not surprised that Duke Cheng Guo was ill, but Duke Cheng was so young and powerful, in his early thirties, and had a strong body that could tear apart tigers and leopards. How could he fall ill even if he had a slight cough?

Moreover, a more terrifying thought appeared in Zhu Di's mind.

When Jiang Xinghuo was just released from prison, he said that Duke Cheng Zhu Neng would die of illness on the way to conquer Annan!

It's not that Zhu Di didn't believe in Jiang Xinghuo's prediction ability. He did believe it at first, and even visited Zhu Neng's physical condition in person. But Zhu Neng did only have a slight cough at that time, just like an ordinary throat discomfort, and his health was not good at all. Not affected.

Therefore, Zhu Di slowly became doubtful. After all, Jiang Xinghuo himself said that once his prediction ability interferes with reality, it may deviate. At that time, Zhu Di thought, maybe Zhu Neng's body also had this possibility. .

After several months of observation, Zhu Di still found nothing unusual about Zhu Neng. Zhu Neng also said that he had seen a doctor and had a cold and cough, so Zhu Di finally sent Zhu Neng to lead the army.

But who knew that he was still fine in Nanjing, but why did he fall ill just a few days after leaving Nanjing?

"Bring me the messenger!"

After a while, the family generals of Chengguo Duke's Mansion were brought in.

"How is Duke Cheng's condition now? It only took two or three days to go down the river from Anqing to Nanjing. Why not let Duke Cheng come back to recuperate?" Zhu Di asked quickly. It was obvious that he really cared about Zhu Neng. physical condition.

"Cheng Guogong is now seriously ill and dying. He can't even get off the ship. The army doctor said that Cheng Guogong can no longer ride long distances. He may be able to survive for a while in Anqing, but if he gets bumped once, he may die."

The general of Chengguo Duke's Mansion finished speaking tremblingly, then lowered his eyes and waited for the holy teaching.

"boom--"

Zhu Di, who was standing in front of the imperial court, slapped his hand on the table, knocking the tea cup to the ground.

"You bastard, you are fooling me! Duke Cheng Guo is obviously in good health, where did he get this serious illness?"

"Young ones don't dare..."

The generals of Chengguo Duke's Mansion are also in trouble.

"Get out, get out!"

Zhu Di shouted angrily, and the general was so frightened that he peed, but he was immediately called back by Zhu Di.

"What kind of disease is Duke Cheng Guo? Have the army doctors diagnosed it?"

"Tianxiao, also known as egret cough."

"If you have nothing else to say, just rest aside and call all the doctors from the Imperial Hospital!"

Not long after, the judge from Taiyuan Hospital, together with several other doctors who were qualified to be truly called "imperial doctors" and treated the emperor, came to Fengtian Hall.

The top giants in the medical field of Yongle Dynasty gathered together.

"Egret cough?"

Dai Sigong, a seventy-nine-year-old doctor from the Taiyuan Hospital, looked embarrassed when he heard this.

Jiang Xinghuo had a good saying in his previous life: We are not afraid of a smile from Western medicine, but we are afraid of a shameful face from Chinese medicine.

Seeing Dai Lao's appearance, Zhu Di's heart sank.

You know, Dai Sigong is a ruthless man who has been treating his father, Lao Zhu, for decades without any trouble.

In fact, this is indeed a famous medical scientist in the early Ming Dynasty in history. His father, Dai Shiyao, was a famous doctor. He inherited his father's business at a young age and studied medical skills from Zhu Danxi for more than 20 years. However, Dai Sigong received his true transmission and was able to cure many diseases with miraculous effects. , so he is known as "Hua Tuo is alive".

During the Hongwu period, Dai Sigong was recruited as an eighth-grade imperial doctor and awarded the title of Di Gonglang. Because of his particularly good curative effect, he could cure the disease every time, so he was highly regarded by Zhu Yuanzhang.

In the thirty-first year of Hongwu, when Lao Zhu was about to die, the medical officer of Tai Hospital was killed and his head was spinning. He only comforted Dai Sigong and said: "You are a benevolent and righteous person, don't be afraid." Even Zhu Yunwen, a bastard, He trusted Dai Sigong's medical skills and treated many of his attendants, but only promoted Dai Sigong to be the envoy of the imperial hospital.

"Is it possible that the diagnosis was wrong?" Zhu Di asked.

Dai Sigong twisted his beard and shook his head with a wry smile, and simply said: "Your Majesty, egret cough is not a disease that is difficult to diagnose, because the sound the patient makes when coughing in the advanced stage is so unique that it is unlikely that the military doctors will make a wrong diagnosis."

In fact, heron cough has an official name that is familiar to parents of children in modern times, "whooping cough". However, "whooping cough" does not only affect children, but children have weak resistance and are more susceptible to infection. However, adults are not immune to it, and may even be affected by it. It doesn't matter whether you are strong or not, because this is a disease transmitted through droplets. It is contagious from the incubation period to the sixth week, and the population is generally susceptible to the disease.

The cause of this disease is acute respiratory infection caused by B. pertussis infection. Because the course of the disease can last for several months, it is vividly called "whooping cough". Patients may present with paroxysmal spasmodic coughing, accompanied by a deep and long inspiratory roar like a rooster's crow, and severe cases may lead to death.

The disease can occur throughout the year, most often in winter and spring, and can be extended to late spring and early summer. Zhu Neng, the Duke of Chengguo, contracted the disease in the spring. He was not accustomed to the acclimatization, so he suddenly fell ill in the late stage of whooping cough. , and was extremely ill.

Of course, although the name "whooping cough" is a modern one, it has existed in ancient China, and Chinese medicine has naturally been studied. However, there are many prescriptions, but not many can be effective, especially for late-stage whooping cough, there are even more effective ones. Very little.

——In the final analysis, because the essence of this thing is bacteria!

How to fight bacteria? The most effective method is naturally to use antibiotics, because the bacteriostatic or bactericidal effects of antibiotics and other antibacterial agents mainly target mechanisms that bacteria have but humans do not.

But there are no such thing as antibiotics in this era?

Therefore, the mortality rate of whooping cough is obviously very low in modern times. Not only is there a vaccine to prevent it, but even some antibiotics will not kill anyone.

But in ancient times, this was a completely incurable disease!

Whether you can survive late-stage whooping cough in this day and age depends entirely on your fate!

"Then is there any cure for this disease? If it is, you can leave for Anqing immediately."

Although Dai Sigong couldn't bear it, he still answered frankly: "Your Majesty, if the patient is already in this state, it may be difficult to cure it with medicine or stone."

"Wang Boxan? Yuan Bao? Chen Kegong? Wang Bin?"

These are all good doctors in Prince Yan's palace, and they are usually responsible for the medical issues of the emperor, queen, princes and others. They have followed Zhu Di for many years, so they must understand what Zhu Di means.

But unfortunately, these people lowered their heads silently.

Bowing your head means being powerless.

Zhu Di waved his hand weakly, and everyone retreated silently.

After everyone left Fengtian Hall, Zhu Di stood up and paced back and forth, his brows furrowed, obviously deep in thought.

He himself was not very interested in ghosts and gods, but he was still shocked after hearing about this incident.

Jiang Xinghuo's prophecy was verified once again after inheriting Wanli Shitang Guano Island and Japan's largest gold and silver mine!

Although he didn't understand these gods and ghosts, Jiang Xinghuo had always been in Nanjing Prison. He had never been to the north before. He was thousands of miles away from Zhu Neng's life. What could he do about Zhu Neng's situation? Will it be clear? Zhu Gaoxu told him? This is even more impossible. Zhu Gaoxu had not seen Zhu Neng for a long time at that time, and Zhu Gaoxu had always advocated "you don't need to see a doctor if you are sick." A slight cough was not considered a disease. Even if he knew about it, he would not tell Jiang Xinghuo seriously.

Even if Zhu Gaoxu really told Jiang Xinghuo, how could he infer that Zhu Neng would die on the way to conquer Annan after just a little cough?

But the facts before him have proved without a doubt that Jiang Xinghuo is right.

Although Zhu Di was extremely incomprehensible, he had to admit that Jiang Xinghuo's prediction was so accurate. It was so accurate that Jiang Xinghuo could not have met Zhu Neng before he was released from prison, but he directly deduced his death method. What a terrifying ability!

Along with Zhu Neng's seemingly destined death, a question that had been buried deeply in his heart and almost forgotten by Zhu Di resurfaced in his mind.

In the last class in prison, Jiang Xinghuo asked him to choose one of the two and only answered one question. Zhu Di chose to predict Ming's ending instead of his own.

At this moment, after learning that his beloved general who was younger than himself might die before him, an unprecedented fear that Zhu Di thought he would hardly face appeared in Zhu Di's heart.

Zhu Di has never been afraid of death. During his half-life in the military, he experienced too many brushes with death. If he had been afraid of death, Zhu Di would not be where he is today.

But Zhu Di was afraid today. No, to be more precise, Zhu Di was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that if he died suddenly, the country he had just conquered in the name of being a rebel would disappear, and the "Zhilong" in his heart would disappear. The great ambition of "Tang and Song Dynasties, reaching far away from Han and Tang Dynasties" will be impossible to realize.

Jiang Xinghuo never told him when he would die, which meant that maybe in the future Jiang Xinghuo saw, he could not say that he would die next year, or even tomorrow.

Even the emperor cannot guarantee which will come first, tomorrow or death.

After a while, he seemed to have made a decision.

"Prepare your horses and don't need to drive them. Take the family general from the Chengguo Palace and Dai Sigong, the envoy of the imperial hospital. I will go to see the imperial master in person."

——————

The new mansion is still being renovated, and Jiang Xinghuo still lives with the old monk.

Today, Yuan Gong went to study how to turn sand into glass. For this purpose, he specially built a new workshop next to the fertilizer workshop.

Zhang Yuchu, on the other hand, led a group of scholars from Lu Jiuyuan's Xinxue lineage and began to promote Xinxue.

Jiang Xuan went out to buy groceries, and Yu Qian also went to school and hasn't come back yet, so although it was off-duty time, there were only Jiang Xinghuo, the old monk, and Zhu Gaoxu at home.

When Zhu Gaoxu arrived, Jiang Xinghuo was dragging the old monk to do scientific research.

Well, using "scientific research" to describe it is not accurate. To be precise, it is a tea party.

The first part of the tea party is meditation.

This is the content of the "Mingjing Theory" in psychology, and it is also the most important aspect of Wang Yangming's psychology. Jiang Xinghuo has heard about it a little bit.

What he heard a little bit about meant that he didn't know how to do it.

But fortunately, there are still sensible people here. As for meditation, the old monk must be good at it.

"What is the purpose?"

Yao Guangxiao, who has returned to lay life, once again put on the monk's robe. He looked like a Buddha and said calmly: "Is it still the same as Neo-Confucianism? Everything in the world has laws. The so-called 'Three Cardinal Guides and Five Constant Rules' are the basis for dealing with people. Without these three cardinal guides and five constant principles, it would be difficult for people to distinguish between true and false, good and evil. Therefore, the principles of heaven and earth must conform to the laws of heaven and ethics, follow the three cardinal principles and five constant principles, and the mind must always reflect on it. This is the so-called 'gentleman is careful to be alone'."

"Or should we say that the motto of Xinxue is to seek after one's own mind?"

Jiang Xinghuo replied: "The main purpose is to formulate a set of training methods for Xinxue that can be promoted. Xinxue is like the demonic kung fu in the novel. It is quick, has a low threshold, and is easy to promote. It is perfect for fighting and overthrowing Neo-Confucianism. .At present, although there has been a revival in the debate competition, both spiritual learning and practical learning have been revived, but this is only the first stage. The second stage will reappear the tripartite confrontation between the three schools of the Southern Song Dynasty, and the third stage is when practical learning completely becomes official learning. .”

Zhu Gaoxu asked: "I can understand a little bit of what Duke Rong Guo said, but I always feel that something is missing?"

Yao Guangxiao stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Amitabha, how can there be anything perfect in the world? You may want more... Meditation is a way to cultivate your mind. The most fundamental thing is your heart."

Yao Guangxiao returned to secular life purely for Jiang Xinghuo. He did not want his status as a Buddhist leader to affect the debate and reform. It was not that he could really change his decades-long habits.

He raised his hand outside and called a young novice to come in.

The young novice monk bowed and said, "Master."

Yao Guangxiao pointed to the futon on the ground and said gently: "Put it in the middle."

The little novice monk did as he was told, and the futon was quickly placed. Yao Guangxiao continued: "Sit on it."

Looking at the little novice monk who was sitting cross-legged and clasping his hands, Yao Guangxiao asked: "What are you thinking about?"

".Want to eat meat."

Yao Guangxiao didn't say anything, let the little novice go down, and then motioned for Zhu Gaoxu to come up.

Zhu Gaoxu said: "I am a military general and a warrior. Why do I do this?"

"Sit down if I ask you to," Jiang Xinghuo said.

"Oh." Zhu Gaoxu had no choice but to walk over and sit down cross-legged.

"Although I don't understand what Jiang Sheng wants to gain through meditation."

Yao Guangxiao continued: "But human emotions are connected with nature, and the human heart is also a kind of nature. This is the so-called human beings have seven emotions and six desires."

After hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo showed an expression of approval and nodded slightly.

Zhu Gaoxu said: "So what?"

Yao Guangxiao raised his hand and waved to the little novice monk: "Light the lamp."

"Yes." The young novice agreed.

After a while, there was finally a little light in the quiet room with the curtains drawn, and the little novice quietly retreated.

"Is the world you see the world you can imagine?"

Yao Guangxiao suddenly turned his head and stared at Zhu Gaoxu: "What people want is what they see and think. When you see it, you will imagine that it is your eyes that tell your head."

Zhu Gaoxu frowned and said, "I don't understand."

Yao Guangxiao added: "According to the principles of Buddhism, things in the world are unpredictable. Everything in the world has its own trajectory, and so is the human heart. If you can imagine a temple, you will know it. If you think about it, you can see it. Go to the Buddha statues enshrined in temples; and if you imagine a person, you can know what he is thinking."

Zhu Gaoxu said in astonishment: "Is this so?"

He imagined for a while and found that his imagination was too short. He couldn't imagine any temples or Buddha statues at the moment, let alone a person who was fabricated out of thin air.

Yao Guangxiao said: "If you think about it more carefully, what do you want to happen?"

"I want to be a prince, and I don't want to leave my father and go to Beizhili."

The awards and rankings have passed. Due to various considerations, Zhu Gaoxu was asked by Zhu Di to give up the rankings. Although he was not rated as a general, Zhu Gaoxu obviously got additional benefits. He was given a certain amount of military power by his father to defend the north. The Mongolian tribes, as well as the Jin king in Shanxi who was ready to make a move.

But even so, Zhu Gaoxu still didn't want to leave Nanjing.

Zhu Gaoxu walked down and Jiang Xinghuo sat up.

After a while, Jiang Xinghuo opened his eyes.

"What is in Master's mind?"

"Wine and garlic."

Yes, when Jiang Xinghuo went to the prison today to inspect the progress of allicin research, he saw Kong Xilu who was serving garlic as a meal.

Although white wine with garlic can help tonify the kidneys, strengthen yang, and promote metabolism, when Kong Xilu reported to him that the research and development had been successful, Jiang Xinghuo was still choked by the pungent spicy taste, which he could not forget for a long time, so much so that Yao Guangxiao asked. When something came to his mind, Jiang Xinghuo immediately thought of this smell.

At this moment, Wang Bin suddenly came to inform him that the emperor personally came to visit the imperial advisor.

Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart. He knew that this Zhu Di would not come to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, and he would never come to see him easily if he had nothing to do. At most, he would ask him to go to the palace to find him.

"Could it be..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Xinghuo quickly stood up to greet him, and sure enough, he saw sitting in the hall, the current Holy Emperor, Zhu Di.

It's just that his face looks ugly now.

Next to Zhu Di stood the generals of the Chengguo Palace and Dai Sigong, the envoy of the imperial hospital.

"I, my son, see you, Your Majesty."

The three of them said in unison.

"Well, no need to be polite."

Zhu Di did not have any suspicion about Zhu Gaoxu's appearance here, because the whereabouts of the princes were under his control.

Without waiting for others to ask, Zhu Di simply said: "Master, Duke Cheng is seriously ill in Anqing and is now unable to get off the ship."

Hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo's heart clenched.

Is it really Zhu Neng who is destined to have this calamity?

"What disease is it?" Jiang Xinghuo asked quickly.

Although Jiang Xinghuo knew that Zhu Neng died of illness, he did not know what disease Zhu Neng died of. There seemed to be no clear record in the history books in his memory. His previous guess of being acclimatized was only a general one. Just the highest possibility.

"Heron (pronounced the same as Ruth) has a cough, and it's in the advanced stage." Dai Sigong, the doctor from Taiyuan Hospital, answered truthfully.

Zhu Di's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xinghuo's expression. If Jiang Xinghuo was like Dai Sigong, then he would be really desperate.

"What cough?" Jiang Xinghuo and Zhu Gaoxu looked at Yao Guangxiao blankly at the same time.

Although Jiang Xinghuo is knowledgeable and has extensive knowledge, he has never studied medicine!

Moreover, Jiang Xinghuo would be able to understand if someone mentioned whooping cough, but whooping cough was a name that was only established in the 20th century. It would be weird if Jiang Xinghuo could understand an ancient name for this disease.

Yao Guangxiao not only had extensive knowledge of the three religions, but also had considerable knowledge in medical research. He taught Huikong's medical skills, so he naturally understood what kind of disease the egret cough was, so he explained it to Jiang Xinghuo.

"Oh, isn't this just whooping cough?"

Hearing this, Yao Guangxiao was slightly startled. The description of whooping cough is quite appropriate.

Just like the seven-step snake, the seven-step snake will die of poison after taking seven steps, while whooping cough will kill a person after coughing for a hundred days.

Zhu Di looked at Jiang Xinghuo eagerly: "Since the Imperial Master knows, can he cure it?"

"It can be cured, it's easy to cure."

Dai Sigong, the doctor from Taiyuan Hospital, reminded tactfully: "It's an advanced stage."

"Can it be cured at an advanced stage?" Zhu Di continued to ask.

"Of course."

The hospital made Dai Sigong open his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He was able to survive from Lao Zhu's hands for decades without moving his head. In addition to his superb medical skills, he also had another advantage, which was that he knew what to say and what not to say.

Just now he told Zhu Di that he couldn't be cured, not because he was upright, but because he was the envoy of the imperial hospital, and he had to make clear medical conclusions to the emperor. This was his duty.

Now the Imperial Master says he can cure it. Although from a professional perspective, Dai Sigong thinks that the Imperial Master is just bragging, old Chinese medicine doctors don’t always specialize in treating braggadocio, especially when the other person’s status is much higher than his own. At that time, it was even harder to say the words of doubt.

"I'll be serving as an official in one year, forget it." Mr. Dai Sigong comforted himself.

But the conversation between the two of them next made Dai Sigong unbearable.

"But the imperial doctors said that the late stage of Heron's Cough was a terminal illness for the Imperial Master. Are you sure it can be cured? Use Talisman Water?" Zhu Di's imagination was limited to this. He had only heard that Lin Lingsu, the Imperial Guru of the Northern Song Dynasty, used Talisman to treat diseases. water.

"What talisman to use? You have to believe in science."

"Does science still care about treating diseases?" Zhu Gaoxu asked.

"Of course, medicine is a science, because all subjects in the world that study objectively existing things are sciences, and medicine studies living bodies and diseases, which all exist objectively, so medicine is also a science."

"Please, the Imperial Preceptor, please save my Duke!"

At this time, the general of the Chengguo Palace fell to his knees on the ground. The iron-bone man kneeled in front of Jiang Xinghuo, hugged his thigh and cried with tears.

"Then how exactly does the Imperial Master plan to make him a Duke?"

"Use allicin."

"Allicin?"

"Well, the antibiotics extracted from garlic can kill bacteria. Whooping cough is caused by bacteria."

Hearing this, Dai Sigong couldn't bear it anymore.

The old man said: "Your Majesty, although there is no cure for the late stage of Egret's Cough and we can only resign ourselves to fate, the cause has been studied for a long time. It starts from the lungs. The lungs are light bodies and are most afraid of the evil of wind and cold. Once you feel it, the trachea will collapse." In the above, the disease is first suffered, and the disease produces phlegm, which hinders breathing. Due to the obstruction of breathing, the lungs are in urgent need of dispelling the evil, so they cough to drive it away."

"At the beginning of the egret cough, the cough is often sharp and the phlegm is often white. The cold evil has not resolved the heat at the first attack, and the phlegm and saliva have begun to appear, but the turbidity has not yet resolved. In the middle stage of the disease, the cough is often heavy and turbid. The color of the phlegm is often thick and yellow, which is caused by the evil force, which then turns into heat, accumulates phlegm and saliva, and becomes thickened by fumigation. In the later stage of the disease, there are mixed internal and external causes, and repeated colds may cause severe damage to the lungs. If it becomes incurable, it is said that tuberculosis will develop if you don’t wake up from a cold, which is exactly what it means.”

In other words, heron cough is generally not fatal to adults, but if it is combined with a cold, it will be fatal. However, Zhu Neng is acclimatized to + heron cough + cold, so he is like an ironclad general. The body collapses because the internal immune system of the body is defeated. It has nothing to do with whether the surface of the body is strong or not.

Dai Sigong gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, garlic cannot cure heron's cough. If it could, our ancestors would have discovered it long ago. Perhaps the national master said that garlic can prevent heron's cough."

Before Zhu Di could speak, Jiang Xinghuo ignored the steps given by the other party and said simply.

"Garlic can't cure it, but allicin can. The difference between the two, as well as the principles of how to treat diseases and kill bacteria, I can't explain to you for a while. Now you won't believe it even if you think about it. It's important to save people right now. Since You have no choice but to listen to me."

Zhu Di really had no choice at this time. He could only treat a dead horse as a living doctor. Who else could he trust except Jiang Xinghuo? The imperial doctors said there was no hope.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter whether it's garlic or allicin, as long as it can save Duke Cheng Guo! Dai Yuanshi, you, Wang Boxan, Yuan Bao, Chen Kegong, and Wang Bin will also go to Anqing with the Imperial Master!"

As for Zhu Di's little intention to ask Jiang Xinghuo about his future, it was temporarily covered up. The situation is really urgent now, and no one knows how long Zhu Neng can hold on. Zhu Di urged: "National Master, hurry up and bring him with you." Take your allicin and go."

"Wait a minute, I have to go to the prison."

——————

Anqing Pier, on top of the ship.

Zhu Yong did not go to Nanjing in the end, because the health condition of his father, Cheng Guogong Zhu Neng, had begun to deteriorate seriously visible to the naked eye. In just two days, his face became sallow and his body became weaker and weaker. He coughed hoarsely, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs.

In the past, although Zhu Neng loved Zhu Yong very much, he put all his hopes on his son. Over the years, Zhu Yong has always been strictly required by Zhu Neng at home, and Zhu Neng's attitude towards Zhu Yong has also changed. Very strict. Because of this, Zhu Yong's rebellious mentality gradually emerged in adolescence, and there were some conflicts between father and son.

The reason why Zhu Yong went to military school and studied artillery was very simple. He wanted to use his actions to make his father recognize him and recognize that he could accomplish something without his father's protection.

In Zhu Yong's view, as long as he can do it, even if his father objects, what's the problem? When the time comes, his father won't stab him with a knife, right? And in this way, he can live independently without having to go home every day to be disciplined by his father.

But now Zhu Yong hopes so much that his father, who used to chase him around the house with a whip, can regain his healthy appearance and shout to himself "Little bastard, don't run away!". Unfortunately, this can only be done. It has become a luxury.

The cruelty of reality was far more intense than he expected. In just a few days, his father's condition deteriorated to such an extent that he even fell into a coma.

"What's wrong, you won't come back."

Seeing his father lying on the bed dying, unable to even speak, Zhu Yong's enthusiasm gradually cooled down.

Although his father was still holding on, Zhu Yong could still tell from his weak breathing that his life was hanging by a thread.

My father is so stubborn and wants to continue to make great achievements. In fact, as long as he listens to the advice, he doesn't have to be where he is today!

"Oh father, I know I was wrong."

Zhu Yong sat on the edge of the bed and murmured.

Zhu Neng tried his best to open his mouth, but only low and hoarse vague syllables came out.

"My child was wrong. I shouldn't have been willful in the past."

Zhu Yong sighed softly and held his father's hand in his palm.

"Yeah, kid, but, cough, cough, teach me!"

Zhu Neng raised his right hand with difficulty and touched Zhu Yong's head: "Remember, don't cry."

Zhu Yong was silent for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "My child, obey your orders! My child will never live up to your expectations!"

"Go, let's go."

But Zhu Yong still stood where he was, refusing to move even half a step, just looking at Zhu Neng with longing eyes.

"Father!"

Zhu Yong knelt down in front of Zhu Neng and begged pitifully: "My child, please! Let me accompany you! My child doesn't want to go back to the army. If it is destiny, my child is willing to accompany his father on his last journey."

Zhu Neng was silent for a long time, then slowly shook his head and uttered a few words.

Zhu Yong got closer and just heard it.

"The army was not successful, and the body died first. The long envoy, the hero, burst into tears."

After finishing speaking, a line of turbid tears flowed from Zhu Neng's eyes.

Then Zhu Neng passed out again.

After an unknown amount of time, when Zhu Yong was lying beside the bed and already asleep, he suddenly noticed movement and saw Zhu Neng looking at him tenderly.

Yes, gentle.

This is a scene that has never happened before between father and son.

Miraculously, Zhu Neng seemed to have improved a lot at this time. Not only could he move a little, he could also speak much more fluently and no longer coughed.

But Zhu Yong's joy just appeared on his face, and the next moment there was endless fear.

Of course he knew what this meant.

——My father has returned to his former glory.

Zhu Neng looked down at his thin body and murmured: "It's really hard to survive. If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to live for long. My son, you are my only hope and the pillar of our Zhu family's future. You have to Live well and keep the incense of the Zhu family. My father hopes that when I go to the underworld and see my ancestors, I can have an explanation, do you understand?"

Zhu Yong was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly realized what his father meant. He was explaining the funeral arrangements.

He raised his head suddenly, tears rolling down his eyes: "Father, my child is willing to follow his father on the battlefield, through fire and water, even to the death!"

Zhu Neng smiled slightly, but this smile looked extremely far-fetched: "Silly boy, of course my father knows that you are loyal and brave, and want to sacrifice your life to serve the country, but the foundation of our Zhu family depends on you. After I die, , I don’t worry about the title, His Majesty will let you take the title, and he will treat you well. You have to take good care of your younger brothers and sisters, so I promise my father not to fight in the battle of Annan, okay?"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhu Yong to reply, Zhu Neng seemed to be relieved and his head hit the pillow heavily.

Zhu Neng looked at the ceiling of the cockpit. The ship was very big and heavy. It was moored in the dock and there was no sway. It was no different from the one on land. Zhu Neng was trying to imagine this scene as he had been in Yanshan Sanwei before. The roof of the dilapidated tile-roofed house where I lived when I was a soldier.

"Cough cough cough cough."

After a violent cough, Zhu Yong looked a little dazed.

"That's right. When your mother brought you to me, she said, let me protect you two siblings and make our family prosperous and wealthy. Now, I have done it, but I still feel that it is not enough, not enough."

Zhu Yong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why his father was so stubborn in wanting to be the commander-in-chief of the expedition against Annan.

"I regret not listening to the advice of the Imperial Master." Zhu Neng said with a bitter smile, "I misunderstood the Imperial Master. I thought that the Imperial Master did not want me to perform meritorious service, and I even felt a little bit resentful. When you see the Imperial Master, you will do it for me." apologize to him."

Zhu Yong nodded, and then the father and son fell into silence again.

"Take me to see the Yangtze River again."

Zhu Neng said angrily.

Zhu Yong called the guards, and together they silently lifted his father from the bed. At this time, there was no point in following the doctor's orders. Fulfilling his father's last wish was more important than anything else.

Zhu Neng sat on the chair, and Zhu Yong stood behind him.

The father and son were on the deck, gazing at the Yangtze River. It was almost evening, and the setting sun was setting on the water, reflecting golden sparkling waves, making the already beautiful river scenery even more colorful.

Suddenly, there was a burst of noise from the dock, breaking the rare tranquility, and then a ship was seen slowly docking.

Immediately, a group of people boarded the pier and walked towards the building boat on their side.

When he saw clearly the young man in a green shirt who was leading the group, Zhu Yong's face turned stern.

"Father, father, the principal is here! It's the principal! You are saved!"

However, at this moment, Zhu Yong discovered that his father's head had dropped.

Zhu Yong was so anxious that he quickly felt for his pulse and breath.

Fortunately, Zhu Neng only fell into a coma and did not die directly.

Without waiting for Jiang Xinghuo to arrive, Zhu Yong rushed over. When he saw Jiang Xinghuo and his group, he knelt on the ground, "Bang, bang, bang!" After a series of loud bangs, the boy's forehead became bloody and bloody. Jiang Xinghuo couldn't pull it anymore. He couldn't get up, as if there were roots under his feet. Finally, several guards forcibly pulled him up.

"Principal! My father knows he is wrong! Please save him!" Zhu Yong's voice was filled with tears. Usually Xu Jingchang, Zhang Anshi and others would be laughed at for days even if they were hurt and shed tears. Now, the tears couldn't stop flowing down, like a flood opening.

When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly, but they are not sad yet.

Even though everyone in the Taiyuan Hospital who was traveling with him didn't believe Jiang Xinghuo's so-called allicin at all, after seeing this situation, they actually had some illusions in their hearts, hoping that Jiang Xinghuo could rescue Zhu Neng.

After all, doctors are benevolent. How can a doctor say that he can't cure a disease by cursing someone else's method? At best, he just doesn't believe it, and Jiang Xinghuo can fully understand this disbelief. After all, the germ theory has not been proposed at all.

Of course, Jiang Xinghuo does not think that Chinese medicine is useless and only Western medicine is useful. In fact, the things from our ancestors are of course very effective most of the time, but in some aspects, they are not as intuitive and effective as Western medicine.

For example, respiratory diseases caused by bacterial infections, even in the so-called advanced stage, can be cured by a tube of antibiotics, but a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine may not necessarily be able to save the disease.

In the midst of everyone's doubts in Tai Hospital, and in Zhu Yong's expectation as if grasping a life-saving straw, Jiang Xinghuo took out the freshly prepared and cryogenically stored allicin.

The golden liquid seemed to be holy water at this moment.

Jiang Xinghuo pried open Zhu Neng's mouth and drank it. Then, he carried him back to the cockpit to rest. The cockpit when the building was parked at the dock was extremely stable and would not cause any bumps to the patient. On the contrary, it was better than lifting him down. It’s better to toss further.

I don't know how long it took, but when Zhu Neng woke up, he only saw a group of old men wearing official uniforms of the Taiyuan Hospital. Their eyes were filled with shock, disbelief, and even horror.

Jiang Xinghuo's voice came from outside the cabin.

Jiang Xinghuo was seen carrying a pot of wine, admiring the river view, and walked in.

"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times."

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to looking at the autumn moon and the spring breeze. We are happy to meet each other over a pot of turbid wine. Many things in ancient and modern times have been laughed at and talked about."

Jiang Xinghuo was not surprised when he saw Zhu Neng, who was obviously improving and struggling to escape from the line of life and death.

Jiang Xinghuo just handed the wine bottle to Zhu Neng's lips and let him smell it.

"When you drink, smile and let go of grudges."

When Zhu Neng heard this, the corners of his mouth that usually remained motionless in the past were not pursed seriously this time, but a smile was raised with difficulty.