Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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Wang Yong's wound has received many customers.

Many doctors seem to come to observe.

Someone even took out some tissue from his wound and sent it to a microscope for observation.

But now, Wang Yong ushered in a new group of onlookers.

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

The tweezers lifted the gauze again, and then... rotten flesh...

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

It doesn't look so scary anymore.

"Jifan, come and see." Zhu Houzhao pinched the wound with the tweezers in his hand.

Wang Yong didn't even hum, but still had an expression of lovelessness.

He has experienced this situation countless times.

Fang Jifan took a magnifying glass and looked aside: "Not bad, not bad, it seems that the medicine is effective, and there are no other sequelae."

Zhu Houzhao was silent for a moment, then looked at the doctors beside him.

A doctor stepped forward: "His Royal Highness, Shigong, the sequelae...it seems that there is no problem, but...maybe there are some mental problems."

"Spiritually?" Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat, what the hell, did this medicine fail and cause mental illness? Depression, or anxiety?

Suddenly... Wang Yong suddenly sat up.

He was very quiet just now, and in a blink of an eye, he was sitting on the sickbed, his eyes were bloodshot, his face was ferocious, and he shouted: "Cut it off, I'd rather have it cut off, don't want this leg, don't want this leg. "

Then, he lay down unhappily again and became quiet.

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

"Is there a psychiatrist?"

"Yes." Several doctors said in the crowd.

"After the leg is cured, you should study it carefully. You must not let the patient suffer from brain disease after the leg is cured. Also, the treatment fee is free. You must study it carefully. You must not Something went wrong."

Although there may be a little bit of side effects.

And this side effect is also somewhat suspicious.

However, clinical trials in this era cannot be too strict.

Because this is a question of picking watermelon or picking sesame seeds.

Fang Jifan felt a little regretful, but he pulled Zhu Houzhao aside. He looked at Zhu Houzhao: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is sick."

"Sick again." Zhu Houzhao dissatisfied: "Why is he always sick?"

Fang Jifan said: "Pulmonary tuberculosis."

Hearing the word tuberculosis, the disdain on Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly became serious: "What?"

Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao on the shoulder to comfort him.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Can this medicine cure it?"

He looked at Fang Jifan nervously.

Fang Jifan shook his head.

Zhu Houzhao fell silent.

"However..." Fang Jifan elongated his voice: "There is a medicine that can cure it, and it is also the method of cultivating mycin. The principle of medicine is understandable, but it can only treat this disease."

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

Once promoted, it will benefit the world.

What is so great about this medicine? The most powerful thing is that even if it is just a quack doctor, he can prescribe this medicine when he sees a patient, and it can cure most people's diseases.

What a terrible thing this is. You don't need a good doctor or good conditions to cure many serious illnesses. With one dose, people can be brought back to life.

But... Tuberculosis is not working. Tuberculosis is tuberculosis, and ordinary penicillin has no effect on it.

Of course, there is a kind of toxin that specifically targets tuberculosis, which is effective against tuberculosis.

Although this disease is terminally ill, there is still time. As long as the method of cultivating natural penicillin is used, such a penicillin can be cultivated.

"Really?" Zhu Houzhao's expression turned ugly.

"In any case, I have to give it a try. It seems that His Royal Highness will have to work hard."

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao didn't say anything, "Which direction are you going?"

If there is no direction, there is no clue. If it is completely by mistake, it may not be able to reach the threshold in a hundred years.

Fang Jifan thought for a while: "Come on, let's talk in detail."

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Emperor Hongzhi's hemoptysis was not serious, but he was very stuffy. Xiao Jing was taking care of him, but there was no cure for the disease, and he could barely relieve some pain.

In Fengtian Temple, Emperor Hongzhi wore a mask.

He was high above the sky, but he was sitting weakly on the golden throne.

All the ministers knelt and sat at the Highness far away.

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... the terrible tuberculosis still makes people daunting to Emperor Hongzhi.

This is an incurable disease.

And, it's contagious.

Like a plague.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Emperor Hongzhi said weakly: "My body is against harmony. Over the years, my energy has become more and more weak. The prince... is honest...

Clever...ahem..."

"In the future... it will be possible to inherit the great rule. I originally wanted to pass it on to him, but... but after thinking about it carefully... let him temporarily supervise the country. In the future, all memorials will be reviewed by the crown prince. ... I... rest in peace, Zhuqing... I have worked with Zhuqing for many years, and it has been nearly 30 years... Cough cough... I hope that you will help me wholeheartedly as if you are helping me Prince."

Liu Jian was just emotional in his heart.

He couldn't help thinking that the old man... may not have been a few years since His Majesty has reached the point where he is today. Once he is the emperor and a courtier, he may not be able to bear the heavy trust of His Majesty.

Li Dongyang and Liu Jian couldn't help feeling sad, the past was so vivid that they couldn't bear to look back.

Ouyang Zhi looked solemn and didn't say a word.

But he's used to it.

This unsmiling appearance is precisely the greatest deterrent force for the officials of the Ministry of officials.

How many people wanted to go out of their way to curry favor with Ouyang Zhi, and used countless methods to please him, but Ouyang Zhi was always like a wooden stake, no sugar coating, no cannonballs had any effect on him.

So... Everyone is used to Ouyang Zhi.

The only good news is that Ouyang Zhi is fair and does not favor any personal interests.

Ma Wensheng, Zhang Sheng and others all sighed.

The other officials also fell into a deathly silence.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "I have issued an order to let the prince...the prince come...I will personally instruct him...cough cough...when he comes later, let him receive the order outside the palace."

Emperor Hongzhi felt sad, but at this time, he got such a disease that his closest relatives could not get close.

In Fengtian Hall, there was a moment of silence.

Emperor Hongzhi thought of something, and looked at Xiao Jing beside him: "Xiao Banban, why is the prince still in the future?"

Xiao Jing bowed his body: "I want to come, soon."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded.

After waiting anxiously for a long time, Emperor Hongzhi just kept coughing.

But at this time, a eunuch hurried in and bowed down: "My servant has seen Your Majesty."

The Fengtian Hall is open, but the eunuch bowed down from a distance, but he was alone.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Where is the prince?"

"Your Highness didn't come." The eunuch said tremblingly.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but started coughing again.

In the Fengtian Palace, the officials who were kneeling far away immediately began to whisper and discuss.

His Majesty is seriously ill, obviously he has the intention of asking for help, this is critical.

At this time, His Royal Highness was unable to call.

Isn't this unfilial?

People look uneasy.

...

After coughing hard, Emperor Hongzhi raised his head and looked at the eunuch, feeling even more depressed. He said for a long time, "He...why didn't he come?"

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

"Tell me, what else did he say?"

The eunuch said: "His Royal Highness also said...he is not free!"

When the eunuch said this, he kowtowed and prostrated himself on the ground.

No time……

Is this not loving Jiangshan and loving pharmaceuticals?

Fuck...

All the ministers showed anger.

Unfaithful and unfilial.

Emperor Hongzhi fell silent.

He knows his son well.

This son is full of shortcomings, but he doesn't believe in the word "unfilial".

It's just... at this moment, the crown prince has not obeyed the edict. Could it be... can he be tied up?

At this juncture again, I saw the ministers talking about it.

Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

Desperately holding back the cough: "I know, you can step back."

The eunuch hurriedly withdrew as if he had received an amnesty.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled wryly: "Zhu Qing...the prince may have something to do."

"Your Majesty." Liu Jian said sadly, "The old minister will go there in person to persuade His Majesty to enter the palace to meet you."

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand weakly: "No need, I...Although I am not in good health, I can still last for a few days. Let the prince do what he wants to do. In the future, he will do whatever he wants to do." It can't be done. I... hold on for a little more time... Xiao Jing, in the future... the memorial will be sent to me here."

Xiao Jing looked at Emperor Hongzhi worriedly.

But he said obediently: "The servant obeys the order."

An extremely important meeting, but at this moment, came to an abrupt end.

The ministers left with full of worries.

They are both worried about the emperor.

What worries me more is the future.

At this time, the prince is still like this.

If you become the emperor in the future, who can control it?

This is the Monkey King in the play, the Monkey King.

No, maybe, he will be the Jade Emperor in the future.

Hmm... the Jade Emperor who smashed his Lingxiao Palace to pieces.

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Zhu Houzhao has not closed his eyes for two days and two nights.

There is a direction, but it is not so easy to make it. All the researchers temporarily put aside their clinical work and tried their best to cultivate a new type of penicillin according to the method of cultivating penicillin.

It's just... easier said than done.

Even knowing its principle,

It is not so easy to actually make things out.

Fang Jifan is also diligent, he decided to stay in the research institute, although it seems that he has nothing to help, maybe, he is useful, he moved a sofa bed for himself, in addition to sleeping, it is to follow up the latest news at any time the results.

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