The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Wang Yong's wound has already received many guests.

Many doctors seem to come to watch the lantern.

Some people even took some tissue from his wound and sent it to the microscope for observation.

Now, Wang Yong has welcomed a new group of onlookers.

Zhu Hou Zhao took the tweezers and said to Wang Yong: "It may hurt a little, don't be afraid."

The tweezers opened the gauze again, and then ... it was carrion ...

Fortunately ... the carrion situation has improved a lot.

It looks less terrifying.

"Ji Fan, come and see." Zhu Hou Zhao pinched the wound with the tweezers in his hand.

Wang Yong didn't hum, but he still had a look of unrequited expression.

This situation, he has experienced countless times.

Fang Jifan took the magnifying glass and looked at it: "Yes, yes, it seems that the medicine is effective and there are no sequelae."

Zhu Houzhao was silent for a moment, and then looked at the doctors aside.

A doctor stepped forward: "His Royal Highness, Prince Gong, sequelae ... there seems to be no, but ... there may be some problems mentally."

"Spiritually?" Fang Jifan groaned in his heart, lying down, could this medicine fail, would it cause mental illness? Depression, or anxiety?

Suddenly ... Wang Yong suddenly sat up.

He was still very quiet just now, and in a blink of an eye, he was sitting on the sickbed, his eyes were covered with blood, his face was grim, and he shouted: "Cut it, I'd rather cut it, don't want this leg, not this leg. "

Then, she lay down again in love, quiet.

Fang Jifan looked at the disease: "It's a bit like a brain disease, it's not light. The side effects of this medicine are really terrible."

"Are there psychiatric people?"

"Yes." Several doctors arrived in the crowd.

"After the leg is cured, you should study it carefully. Don't let the patient cure the leg, but cause the brain disease to go, and the cost of treatment is free. It is absolutely necessary to study well. Make a mistake. "

Although there may be a little side effects.

And this side effect is a bit suspicious.

But clinical trials in this era cannot be too harsh.

Because it is a question of picking watermelon or sesame.

Fang Jifan had some regrets but pulled Zhu Houzhao aside. He looked at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is sick."

"I'm sick again." Zhu Houzhao said dissatisfiedly: "Why is he always sick?"

Fang Jifan said: "Lung tuberculosis."

Hearing the word tuberculosis, Zhu Hou Zhao's disdain suddenly became dignified: "What?"

Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao's shoulder and comforted him.

Zhu Hou Zhao said: "Can this medicine be cured?"

He looked at Fang Jifan nervously.

Fang Jifan shook his head.

Zhu Houzhao fell silent.

"But ..." Fang Jifan lengthened his voice: "There is a medicine that can be cured, which is also the method of cultivating mycin. The principle of pharmacy is conceivable, but it can cure this disease."

Penicillin can inhibit germs and is a panacea. In this era, many deadly diseases can be treated.

Once promoted, it will benefit the world.

Where is this medicine so powerful? The most powerful thing is that even if it is just a quack, he will prescribe this medicine when he sees the patient, and he can treat most people's diseases.

What a terrible thing it is, without the need of a clever doctor or good conditions, many serious illnesses can be treated in one dose, and people can be brought back to life.

But ... tuberculosis is not successful, tuberculosis is tuberculosis, common penicillin, it has no effect on it.

Of course, there is a kind of mycobacterium specifically for tuberculosis, which is effective against tuberculosis.

Although the disease is terminally ill, but ... there is still time, as long as the method of cultivating natural penicillin can be used to cultivate this kind of mycin.

"Really?" Zhu Houzhao's face looked ugly.

"Anyway, I have to give it a try. It seems that it is going to be a painstaking prince."

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao said nothing: "Which direction do you go?"

Without direction, there is no clue. If you rely entirely on mistakes, you may not be able to reach the threshold for a hundred years.

Fang Jifan thought about it: "Come on, let's talk in detail."

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Emperor Hongzhi's coughing up blood was not serious, but he was very upset, and Xiao Jing was taking care of him, but there was no cure for this disease, and he could only relieve some pain.

In Fengtian Temple, Emperor Hongzhi wore a mask.

He was standing high, but sitting on Jin Luan weakly.

The ministers sat on their knees from afar.

People looked at the emperor worriedly.

It seems ... Everyone realizes that the era of Emperor Hongzhi is coming to an end.

This made many ministers quite sad.

But ... terrible tuberculosis, but people still discouraged Hongzhi emperor.

This is an incurable disease.

Moreover, it will be contagious.

Like a plague.

The gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Emperor Hongzhi said weakly: "I have violated my body, and my energy has become worse over the years. The prince ... being honest ... smart ... coughing ..."

"In the future ... it is possible to defeat the grand rule, I originally wanted to pass it on to him, but ... I can think about it ... or let him temporarily supervise the country. In the future, all the performances will be reviewed by the prince, I ...... I ... I feel at ease and quiet, Zhuqing ... I have worked with Zhuqing for many years, after careful calculation, it has been nearly thirty years ... cough ... I hope Qingqing, etc., like me, help Prince. "

Liu Jian just sighed.

He couldn't help but think that His Majesty has reached the point where he is today, old man ... I'm afraid it's not been a few years. Once the emperor and the courtier, he was afraid of the unbearable weight of his majesty.

Both Li Dongyang and Liu Jian couldn't help but feel sad and sorrowful.

Ouyang Zhi looked dignified and said nothing.

But he was already used to it.

This unsmiling look is precisely the greatest deterrent to the officials of the Ministry of Civil Affairs.

How many people want to go through the door? Ouyang Zhi has used countless methods and wants to vote for him, but Ouyang Zhi, like a wooden pile, always has nothing to do with sugar coating or shells.

So ... everyone is used to Ouyang Zhi.

The only thing to be thankful is that Ouyang Zhi is fair and does not have any favors.

Ma Wensheng and Zhang Shengren all sighed.

The other ministers also fell into deathly silence.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "I have decided to let the prince ... the prince come ... I will personally tell him ... cough ... after a while he comes, let him take the decree in the temple."

Emperor Hongzhi felt sorrowful. At this time, he got such a disease that he could not get close to his closest relatives.

There was a silence in Fengtian Temple.

Emperor Hongzhi remembered something and looked at Xiao Jing around him: "Company Xiao, why is the prince still coming?"

Xiao Jing bowed: "I want to come, almost."

The emperor Hongzhi nodded.

After anxiously waiting for a long time, Emperor Hongzhi just coughed constantly.

But at this time, an **** hurried in and bowed down: "The slave-servant has seen your majesty."

The Fengtian Temple was wide, but the **** bowed far away, but he was alone.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Where is the prince?"

"Your Highness hasn't come," the **** said tremblingly.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but cough again.

In the temple of Fengtian, the group of kneeling men sitting far from the ground suddenly began to whisper and talk.

His Majesty is seriously ill, obviously has the meaning of carelessness, but this is the point of view.

At this time, His Royal Highness was not called.

Isn't this unfilial?

People looked upset.

...

After the emperor Hongzhi had a hard cough, he looked up and looked at the eunuch, feeling even more upset. For a long time, "He ... why didn't he come?"

"Your Majesty, His Royal Highness said that he was developing a new medicine ... His Royal Highness ... His Royal Highness also said ..."

"You say what else did he say?"

The **** said: "His Royal Highness also said ... He is not free!"

The **** said here, prostrate to the ground.

No time……

Is this not love Jiangshan love pharmaceutical?

Lying trough ...

The group of ministers were all angry.

Unfaithful and unfilial.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

He knew his son.

This son has shortcomings all over his body, but he does not believe in filial piety.

It's just that ... the crown prince was not accused at this time. Could he still be tied to him?

Again at this juncture, he watched the ministers talking about each other.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

Desperately resisted the cough: "I know, you withdraw."

If the **** is forgiven, he is busy withdrawing.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled bitterly: "Zhuqing ... Prince may have something to do with it."

"Your Majesty." Liu Jian said sadly: "The veteran went there in person to persuade His Majesty to see the palace and drive."

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand weakly: "No need, I ... Although I am insecure, I can still support some days, let the prince do what he wants to do. I can't. I ... persist for some more time ... Xiao Jing, and later ... Zhu Shu will send me here. "

Xiao Jing looked at Emperor Hongzhi worriedly.

But it was a good way: "The slave-servant obeyed the purpose."

A very important meeting, but at this moment, came to an abrupt end.

The group of ministers went away with full of anxiety.

They are both worried about the emperor.

What is more worrying is the future.

The prince was still like this at this time.

In the future, who can be the Son of God?

This is the beautiful monkey king in the play.

No, I am not sure, he will be the Emperor of the Jade Emperor in the future.

Um ... smashed the Lingxiao Hall into a sparse jade emperor ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zhu Houzhao has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

The direction is there, but it is not easy to make a system. All researchers have temporarily put aside clinical matters and tried to cultivate a new type of mycin according to the method of cultivating penicillin.

It's just that ...

Even if you know the principle and want to make something out of it, it is not so easy.

Fang Jifan was also diligent. He decided to stay in the academy. Although it seemed that he had nothing to do with it, he was n’t sure. It was useful for him. He moved himself into a sofa bed. Results.

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