Fang Zhai more than ten acres [system]

The results of the pulse diagnosis were not very good, but not too bad.

Well, this is crap.

"Not so good" is that the lungs, spleen and kidneys are damaged together, due to prolonged coughing, lungs are overworked, yin hurts yang, and even both yin and yang are deficient;

The reason for "not too bad" is that his condition can still be controlled, and he is usually well taken care of. However, perhaps due to the complicated affairs of the court, it is inevitable that he will be overworked, and his energy is still insufficient... The overall situation is not too bad.

In a word, judging from the pulse condition, the sage's physical state is in his own "normal state", the innate constitution has not been improved fundamentally, and the condition has not deteriorated significantly.

The pulse diagnosis could not find out why, and Yu Rong was not puzzled by it.

To fully grasp the patient's condition, it is necessary to go through audiovisual, olfactory, and tactile multi-faceted and multi-level diagnosis.

While observing the saint's face, he asked aloud, "Can your majesty tell me what's wrong?"

Looking at the face alone, there is actually no obvious difference from the past.

If he insisted on saying something different, it was probably because his sick appearance was a little more mentally ill.

The sage replied: "Zhou Fang is old, I can't bear to tire him anymore, and I have asked someone to see a doctor for the past six months."

Yu Rong heard it clearly.

Master Defense is getting old, and he is indeed exhausted.

If it is not an emergency, such as a sudden epidemic, or a sudden emergency like the previous time, Panzi should not be ignored, and he is basically in a "retirement" state now.

It is reasonable for the officials to pity his hard work and turn to other imperial doctors for medical treatment.

but……

Except Master Defense, other capable people can take on the important task of imperial physician, and their medical skills are also outstanding.

Even if he is slightly inferior to Zhou Fangfang, he is still much more experienced than this young boy who has only practiced medicine for a few years.

The sage continued: "Due to the cold in Jichun, my cough became more and more serious. Wei Qing offered a new medicine, which was made from the barbarian medicine brought back by the troublemaker. It's amazing..."

Yu Rong, who was listening quietly, couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

He suddenly remembered that the so-called Xiaoyao Shendan given by Du Xi, it is said that the monarch medicine used in it was also a new medicinal material brought back by Feng Bo Ke from overseas, which was not available in Min Dynasty.

Because Du Xi mentioned something about comfort and peace of mind, he didn't say it too carefully, he only said that he must take several pills every day. Although he heard it at the time, he thought it was inappropriate, but thinking of this era, high-school children always like to take medicine for tea and rice. Didn't think too far.

At this time, listening to the official's words, I just felt that it was too coincidental, and I couldn't help feeling bad.

The sage is still talking about: "A few people who had a chronic cough tested the prescription before, and they all said that the magic medicine was really effective in relieving cough, so I used it with confidence. I tried Atractylodes macrocephala, and although the effect lasted for a long time, it could only relieve the cough; after I took it The magic medicine, the cough syndrome is cured..."

Just as he was speaking, he suddenly coughed several times.

Yu Rong frowned inadvertently, and couldn't help asking softly: "Your Majesty, you have taken too much. Seeing..." His tone paused slightly, "I am happy and happy, but once I stop using it, I will feel depressed, and even irritable, and it is difficult to control my emotions."

After hearing this, the sage was overjoyed at first sight: "As expected of my Baoyilang, it's really a clever plan."

If he used to hear his words like this, Yu Rong would have been half-hearted and complained secretly, but this time he was not in the mood.

Although he has not yet seen the true face of Lushan, the so-called miracle medicine, it can be judged from the official statement that he immediately thought of opioids.

Opioids are indeed special effects in terms of cough relief and pain relief.

Therefore, in modern times, it is commonly used in cough and analgesic drugs. However, this cough or analgesic drug contains codeine, ephedrine and other ingredients, and abuse is prone to addiction.

For this reason, news about cough drops being addictive is not uncommon.

The saint changed the subject at this time, and sighed: "I have become a doctor after a long illness. I have used a lot of magic medicine, and I feel that I am relying more and more on it. Depressed, panicked and impatient, I often can't help but think about taking a few more pills of magic medicine."

Yu Rong was startled: "Your Majesty is still using...the magical medicine?"

The sage shook his head: "Even though you feel refreshed after taking the magic medicine, it is just a waste of time. Addiction is hard to control, which is a vice. How to indulge yourself will lose your spirit in vain."

Yu Rong secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and unconsciously showed a smile on his face.

As expected of his elder brother's uncle, the will of the official family is extraordinary, and he has quit drug addiction by self-consciousness.

Of course, it may also be that the "miracle medicine" is far less addictive than the real drug that has been refined.

The saint said: "These days, I feel better."

Yu Rong nodded. After all, the government has not been taking the medicine for a long time, and the dependence on the medicine is not serious. As long as you can endure the "heart addiction", withdrawal is not impossible.

The sage sighed softly again, and said something irrelevant to the topic of "miracle medicine": "The Wei family is loyal and sees what they see, but Wei Qing is cautious and cautious, so don't doubt his heart."

Yu Rongyi understood the meaning behind his words.

Officials believe that there is a problem with the "miracle medicine"-the facts cannot be said to be wrong-it is inevitable that they will have a grudge against Wei Guoyi who has offered the problematic medicine, but they are unwilling to suspect that he has bad intentions .

Therefore, the so-called asking him to see a doctor is just asking for medicine in the name of asking about the disease.

After all, he came back from overseas.Xu Shi, in the eyes of officials, knew more about imported medicines than local doctors.

All kinds of thoughts passed by.

Yu Rong pondered for a while, without much entanglement, followed the sage's will, and gave his explanation: "Master Wei has always been original in prescription and treatment methods, and the medicine is also ingenious."

Wei Guoyi is Master Fang's disciple and nephew, and they had a lot of contact during the two epidemics. It can be said that he knows four or five percent of him.

Implicitly rounding things up for others, he put the focus back on the "magic medicine": "I haven't seen the magic medicine with my own eyes, and my nephew only dares to make a little guess. If I guess correctly, the reason why the magic medicine is so effective in relieving coughs is because of it." All because of the original medicinal material used, it is poppy."

The saint interrupted and asked, "What is a poppy?"

Yu Rong gave a simple explanation: "Poppy poppy is also called Aphrodisiac. It mainly promotes wind, exorcises heat, cures stagnation of phlegm, and can be used to relieve asthma, relieve diarrhea and relieve pain. When my nephew was overseas, I heard the taste of this flavor from the master. Wonder medicine."

Speaking of it, Wei Guo's medical medicine is not wrong, but the mistake lies in his lack of understanding of the "poison" of poppy.

As an exotic species, poppy itself is a special plant.

It is "a newcomer", not to mention that the doctors of the Ming Dynasty did not know enough about it. Yu Rong clearly remembered that the "Kaibao Materia Medica" in the Song Dynasty bluntly stated that poppy was "non-toxic".

Then, using a term that is easy to understand for people of this era, he roughly explained the harmfulness of poppies.

"...Once the poison is deadly, it is difficult to get rid of it. Not only will it hurt the body, but the soul will also be eroded, and it is often incurable."

The sage turned pale with shock: "Is it so vicious?"

Seeing that the officials seemed to be frightened, Yu Rong, who was eloquently promoting the dangers of drugs, hurriedly brought back the topic of going astray.

"It's the poison extracted from poppies. According to my nephew's understanding of Mr. Wei, he is bold in using medicine, but he is not lacking in care. The magical medicine that His Majesty took is far more powerful than poison, but..." Yu Rong thought about it for a while, and finally said bluntly, "Master Wei was negligent, maybe he just thought that poppies are the same as ordinary poisonous medicines."

Even this "mistake" and "negligence" cannot mean that Wei Guoyi must have been hasty and negligent.

There are too many poisons in traditional Chinese medicine.

No matter what kind, long-term use or excessive dosage will harm the body.

But doctors will not be afraid to use the medicine because of its poison.

Of course, there is no such thing as "drug addiction" in this era, and the current medical practitioners, no matter how superb their medical skills are, have no self-awareness in related aspects.

Mistakes and oversights are inevitable.

The sage didn't feel at ease just because of one or two words of explanation. He rarely frowned: "This thing is unusual. If someone with a heart uses it to do sneaky things, ordinary people can't guard against it. I'm afraid... the key to saving people." The merit is far from being worth the crime of murder."

Yu Rong listened silently.

As a doctor, he valued the medicinal value of poppy;

As a person of the Celestial Dynasty, due to a special and tragic history, he could not regard poppy as the same as other serious medicines, such as aconitum and aconite, and even mandala and celestial fairy that would affect the central nervous system... But there is no such thing as Use it as medicine for psychological barriers.

Because of the contradiction in his attitude, he unknowingly emphasized and re-emphasized the harmfulness of poppies, which even aroused the high vigilance of the officials.

...or was that his subconscious purpose?

After all, Min Dynasty is not a copied version of China.

As early as the early Tang Dynasty in the Chinese dynasty, Afurong flowed into the territory as a tribute.

Yu Rong learned from medical records that opium was once abused before the Qing Dynasty.

From the folk to the depths of the palace, more and more people eat it. Due to various historical factors, it has not flooded to the extent of the late Qing Dynasty.

However, in the previous Min Dynasty, there was no news of poppy, or it was not introduced into the territory on a large scale, until now.

The Min country was prosperous and peaceful, the country was open and open, and a large number of overseas things entered the country. It was almost an inevitable result that the troublemakers brought back poppies.

Even in the origin of opium poppy in this era, the awareness of its harm is very limited, but because it brings "joy", it is often regarded as a "sacred flower".

Out of a little bit of selfishness, and at the same time considering the harm of poppies, Yu Rong inevitably hopes that his remarks will attract the attention of the saints.

The sage is more cautious than he imagined.

On the spot, I discussed with Nie Xinzhi, who had been working on the background board, how to quickly control the distribution, cultivation, and abuse of opium poppies without attracting attention.

Yu Rong shut up obediently, and listened to the discussion between the two with one ear pricked up.

——Basically, the officials were talking, and Nie Xinzhi occasionally agreed.

Probably because he almost fell for the trick, the saint valued poppy far more than Yu Rong imagined.

After a while, a preliminary plan for the use and management of opium poppy was discussed.

It's also very efficient.

Yu Rong listened silently, and couldn't help feeling dizzy.

He thought it was just a word from the officials, but he didn't expect that there were countless ways of doing it, and different ways of doing things had different scrutiny.

Having memorized various medical books and classics, he suddenly felt that his IQ needed to be recharged.

Forget it.

Yu Rong shook his head secretly, anyway, in this life, he did not expect to rely on public meals for a living.

It is enough to do a good job as a doctor.

"Now I have to work hard on the spoon again." The saint said with a smile, "Those who are capable should work harder."

Nie Xinzhi responded lukewarmly.

The sage turned to look at Yu Rong: "Thanks to Shao'er's reminder, in the future, we will prevent more children from our Min country from indulging in the pleasure of poppies, wanting to be unrestrained, and self-defeating without knowing it."

After all, he couldn't help sighing: "If you misunderstand yourself and others, you will eventually misuse the country."

Yu Rong hastily responded with a few words.

Probably because he had cleared up his doubts about the "miracle medicine", the sage smiled more truthfully than before: "My Baoyilang..."

Nie Xinzhi interrupted abruptly: "My Rong'er."

Yu Rong was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood the meaning of the man's nonsensical words, and was immediately embarrassed——

If you interrupt the emperor's words at will, don't you worry about being accused of arrogance and contempt for imperial power?

The sage was silent for a while, and suddenly he laughed so loudly that he laughed so loudly that he coughed non-stop, which made Yu Rong worry that he wouldn't get angry.

half an hour.

The Son of Heaven, who had laughed enough, responded as if coaxing a child: "That's right, it's your spoon."

After hearing this, Yu Rong's brain was wide open, and he couldn't help but think of two lines of dialogue——

"Your Yida."

"No, it's your Yida."

The thunder made him shiver uncontrollably.

"Shao'er." After "coaxing" his eldest nephew, the saint turned to his "good son-in-law" and said, "Speaking of which, do you know why Shao is such a big hair?"

Hearing this, Yu Rong's eyes were dimly lit, and his mouth was serious: "My nephew doesn't know."

The sage couldn't help laughing: "Because, Shaozi had no hair on his head when he was a child, and it's not right, he always only had one strand of hair..."

Yu Rong made a "puchi", unable to care about the identity of the person in front of him for a while, burst out laughing.

The saint didn't mind his disrespect at all, and even added fuel to the flames with a smile, and continued: "It doesn't sound good to be called 'Yi Mao', so I took the nickname 'Da Mao' for him."

Yu Rong involuntarily glanced at his elder brother, thinking about the appearance of a hair on his head. Suddenly, a brisk and funny piece of music seemed to ring in his ears——

"Three hairs on the head, everyone laughs when they see it."

Automatically replace "three hairs" with "one hair".

simply……

Using the greatest willpower in his life, he managed to maintain a little demeanor in front of the saint.

The sage said, with regret in his words: "It's a pity that Shaozi doesn't like this nickname. Every time I call him, he cries." He shook his head and sighed, "My brother's heart hurts when he saw it, and he scolded me a lot. Dun," the "brother" he said was obviously Prince Zhaoxian, "I said that children also know how to save face, so they changed their nickname to Spoon."

Yu Rong held back his laughter, feeling that there was too much to say.

He didn't think that the spoon was better than Da Mao to hear where to go.

Inadvertently, his eyes drifted past Nie Xinzhi.

Well, he retracted his preface.

If the scene in front of him was expressed in an exaggerated form like comics, his brother's background board must be a black cloud, with a row of "wells" on his forehead.

Knowing son Moruo father.

It seems that Prince Zhaoxian is right. Nie Xinzhi, who doesn't care about being called a spoon, dislikes the "pet name" "Da Mao" very, very much.

Apparently, the sage knew his nephew very well. Seeing that the situation was not right, he suppressed his contempt, coughed twice, and said that he was too busy, and there were still many complicated chores for him in the palace. Deal with it, I don't have time to talk nonsense here!

Without even looking at Nie Xinzhi's rare black face, he left the palace in a hurry - cough, no, striding like flying.

After seeing off the official family, Yu Rong turned to look at his elder brother.

Well, my emotions are controlled so well that I can't see anything wrong at all...

A man with a strong aura, with a paralyzed face.

Very majestic.

Yu Rong raised the corners of his mouth subconsciously.

Turning around, walking towards the mansion, with brisk steps, singing a little song in a low voice, in fluent old Modu language:

"One hair on the head, everyone laughs when they see it~

"If you want to ask him what's his name, everyone knows~

"Big hair, big hair—"

Steep is a gust of wind.

With a soft call from the young doctor, Xiao Qu'er was suddenly interrupted.

Someone with a cheap mouth was "hijacked" by a man who became angry from embarrassment, and was resisted like a sack.

Yu Rong let out a sigh of relief, and turned over on the jade mat with difficulty.

Talking cheap for a while, almost went to the crematorium.

moan and groan.

He muttered that his brother was too narrow-minded... he didn't dare to speak too loudly, for fear of being heard by the sharp-eared guy again.

Although Yu Rong knew that Nie Xinzhi had gone to work on official business—it was the matter related to poppies that the government told him—but the other party was elusive, and who knows when, suddenly appeared in a corner.

At that time, he will be "taught" again, and his old waist will really be overworked.

Lying down is uncomfortable, and I can’t even turn over and lie down, and I can’t stand sitting.

Yu Rong simply got up and got out of bed.

Are you standing at the head office?

My waist was sore and my legs were weak, I started to move slowly, and my body finally became lighter.

Pressing hard on his waist and tail with his thumb, Yu Rong couldn't help cursing:

The elder brother is still worried about getting old, but he has more energy than the boy... It seems that he is really restrained as usual.

Secretly thinking about dirty things, waiting for his waist to feel better, the young doctor walked aimlessly, gathered his messy thoughts, and focused on what the officials called "magic medicine"...

Suddenly remembered that he had told the officials about all kinds of poppies, and the premise of the establishment was that the magic medicine was made from poppies.

After all, I didn't see the real thing.

In case he made a mistake, the "miracle medicine" is actually a species unique to this plane, this...

Yu Rong couldn't help but feel embarrassed, and the officials are really serious, since the real intention is to ask for medicine, so they brought the "miracle medicine" to have a look.

A flash of light.

Yu Ronghu thought of the Xiaoyao Shendan sent by Du Xi, and unconsciously patted it on the forehead.

Also confused.Wouldn't it be enough to let the system analyze the ingredients of the Xiaoyao Shen Dan?

Through the description of the "magic medicine" by the officials, it is basically confirmed that the Xiaoyao Shendan and the magic medicine are the same kind of barbarian medicine brought back by the troublemaker.

Think and act decisively.

Yu Rong rummaged to find the exquisite wooden box that had been forgotten in the corner, and couldn't wait to open it to check.

The inside of the box is lined with jade white porcelain, and between the white porcelain are twenty or thirty pills the size of phoenix seeds.

Take a elixir, lightly hold it in the palm of your hand, and look at its shape and color.

The pill is round and bright, dark brown with crimson red, and it feels a little crystal clear when facing the light.

Like a jewel, it is quite beautiful.

Sniff it close to the nose, it is different but slightly fragrant.

The shape, color, and taste of Xiaoyao Shendan really fit the "aesthetics" of young masters and teenagers of this era.

Yu Rong observed for a while, but he did not carry out the virtue of sacrificing himself in pursuit of the truth, taking pills or something.

If you can't figure out the reason from the external analysis, you will not delay any longer and decisively ask for a system appraisal.

On the virtual panel, words such as "a small amount of morphine", "codeine", and "papaverine" are really eye-catching.

Analyzing the formula of Xiaoyaoshen Pill, the poppy shell is the king, the subject medicines are chebula, woody, and white peony, etc. It has the ability to warm the middle and tonify the deficiency, and it is very effective for chronic cough and dysentery. .

It's a pity that the person who refines the elixir is not precise in the dosage. The side effects of this elixir are far better than its good effects.

In fact, the "harmful substances" contained in poppy shells are far inferior to real drugs such as opium or heroin in terms of dosage and purity.

However, in the process of refining medicine, through boiling, quenching and other processes, certain substances have been purified to a certain extent.

Therefore, the Xiaoyao Shen Dan made is less harmful than opium, but far more addictive than opioid cough medicines.

Yu Rong silently closed the wooden box full of Xiaoyao Shendan.

I have already inferred, and there is no surprise in my heart.

sigh.

There is nothing wrong with poppy, and even if it is used properly, it is indeed a "miracle medicine" and "miracle medicine".

However, referring to his experience in the time and space where he was originally, let's look at the current situation of romantic children such as Du Xi chasing after the Xiaoyao God Pill...

Yu Rong couldn't help feeling frustrated. The fact is, as Zhu Zhenheng, a physician in the Yuan Dynasty, said, poppy "although the power to stop the disease is urgent, it kills people like a sword."

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about it.

The opium poppy is only new to Min country, its medicinal value and harmfulness are now understood by the officials, and a series of control and management plans have been formulated decisively for it.

The facts are far from being as bad as in the late Qing Dynasty, so there is no need to be suspicious and worry about gains and losses.

Treat it with a normal mind.

Yu Rong, who never liked to indulge in negative emotions, quickly put aside his worries, and his eyes fell on the wooden box of the Xiaoyao Shendan. I am addicted to Xiaoyao Shendan.

Although this thing is a harmful thing, it is obvious that Du Xi and the other young masters mistook it for a treasure, and the original intention of giving it was good.

Knowing that the other party took "drugs" without knowing it, Yu Rong couldn't stand on the sidelines.

After careful consideration of the words, Yu Rong did not explain clearly and carefully from beginning to end like he did when explaining to officials.

In order not to affect the actions of the officials and Nie Xinzhi against poppies, he borrowed a term similar to poison in his letter.

Anyway, the focus is on emphasizing the harm of the magic pill.

As for Du Xi's reaction and final decision after reading the letter, it all depends on what he thinks.

If the addiction is heavy, Yu Rong feels that there is nothing he can do to help.

This side sent someone to deliver the letter, and the steward over there also brought a letter and handed it to the young doctor.

"My lord, it's a letter from your friend."

Yu Rong cheered up in an instant, put aside his mind full of poppies and magic medicines, quickly took the letter, and opened it without hesitation.

Judging from the handwriting on the envelope, one could tell that it was Zhou Fangzhen's letter.

Speaking of this chatty friend, I haven't written to him for several days.

In addition to worrying about it, I sometimes feel less interesting. After all, the letters written by Brother Zhou are often as exciting as the stories in the storybooks.

The thought flashed by, and Yu Rong carefully read the letter. Not long after, he suddenly opened his eyes wide in surprise——

Brother Zhou is actually getting married?

To marry...a woman?

Eh?

Wasn't he "shy and timid" earlier and asked himself to help prepare Huanyi ointment, and was he in love with a certain talented person who was studying in Zouliang Academy?

Yu Rong read the letter twice, but couldn't get any more information.

Feeling curious, but also thinking about Brother Zhou's wonderful experience, it is inevitable to feel a little bit worried.

"Young master, Cheng Lishi entrusted me to hand this over to you."

Yu Rong came back to his senses, and while receiving another letter, he thought to himself that today's affairs all came together.

The envelope was simple and rough. He pondered over the unfamiliar handwriting, but couldn't think of who wrote it for a while.

With subtle expectations, he opened the envelope again.

Unexpectedly, it was not a letter, but——

Congratulations... can you say that?

In other words, Min Dynasty version of the wedding invitation.

Looking at the inviter again, Yu Rong unconsciously rolled his eyes.

It turned out to be, Ah Ruo?