Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1397 Deep love between father and son

  Wang Yong's wound has received many customers.

  Many doctors come here to observe.

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

   Now, Wang Yong has welcomed 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 uncovered the gauze again, and then... carrion...

  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. Are there any other sequelae?"

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

  A doctor stepped forward: "His Royal Highness, Master, there are no sequelae, but... there may be some mental problems."

   "Spiritual?" Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat, what the hell, could 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 unrequitedly and became quiet again.

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

   "Is the psychiatrist here?"

   "Yes." Several doctors came among 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 somewhat suspicious.

  But 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 fatal diseases can be treated.

   Once promoted, it will benefit the world.

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

  This is a terrible thing. You don’t need a good doctor or good conditions to treat many serious diseases. One dose will bring people back to life.

  But... tuberculosis is not working. Tuberculosis is tuberculosis. 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 toxin can be cultivated.

   "Really?" Zhu Houzhao's face was 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 you have no direction, you will have no clue. If you rely entirely on mistakes, you 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."

  …

  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 Hall, Emperor Hongzhi wore a mask.

  He is aloof, yet weakly sitting on the golden throne.

   All the ministers knelt and sat at His 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.

   Moreover, it is contagious.

   is 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...honest...smart...cough cough..."

"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... it is better to temporarily make him supervise the country. From now on, all the memorials will be reviewed by the crown prince. I... 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 the prince wholeheartedly as if you are assisting me."

   Liu Jian was just feeling emotional.

  He couldn't help thinking, His Majesty has come to this point, the old man... I'm afraid it hasn't been a few years, once the emperor and courtiers, I'm afraid I can't bear His Majesty's great trust.

  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 of the 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 or shells 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 deathly silence.

  Emperor Hongzhi said: "I have issued an order to let the prince...the prince come...I will personally instruct him...cough...he will come 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 remembered 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 **** hurried in and bowed down: "My servant has seen Your Majesty."

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

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Where is the prince?"

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

  Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help coughing again.

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

  His Majesty is seriously ill, and he obviously intends to ask for help. This is critical.

  At this time, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince could not come.

   Isn’t this unfilial?

  People seem 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 new medicine... Your Highness... Your Highness also said..."

   "Tell me, what else did he say?"

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

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

No time…

  Is this not loving Jiangshan and loving pharmaceuticals?

  Damn it...

   All the ministers showed anger.

   Unfaithful and unfilial.

  Emperor Hongzhi fell silent.

  He knew his son well.

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

  It's just... the crown prince didn't obey the imperial edict at this time, could it be... can he be tied up?

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

  Emperor Hongzhi was silent.

  Desperately held back the cough: "I see, you step back."

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

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

   "Your Majesty." Liu Jian said with a broken heart: "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, even if he wants to do it, he will not be able to do it." Yes. 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 officials left with full of worries.

  They both worried about the emperor.

   What worries me more is the future.

  The prince is still like this at this time.

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

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

   No, it is uncertain, in the future he will be the Jade Emperor.

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

  …

  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 put aside their clinical work for the time being, 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 if you know the principle, it is not so easy to actually make something.

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.

  …

  Qing Icheng has become the new leader of this book. I would like to thank you. The code words are very hard, especially for full-time authors. When they see computers and keyboards, they feel extremely uncomfortable. Because of everyone’s support, they have the motivation to persevere, thank you.

  (end of this chapter)