Chapter 314 Changing History
Inside the palace, Li Shu and several palace maids undressed most of Changle's clothes.
A palace maid laboriously poured the wine into a copper basin. The pungent smell of alcohol made her sneeze uncontrollably.
Li Shu soaked the cloth in it, waited until it was completely wet, wrung it half dry, and wiped it on Changle's body.
She wiped her thighs, and two maids wiped her arms and other parts...
The smell of alcohol gradually spread.
"Will this work?" Li Shu couldn't help but sigh when she saw Changle still unconscious.
Outside, Jiang Qingzhi was being besieged by a group of imperial doctors.
"...High fever should be treated with decoction..."
"…What does the old Chinese doctor that Long Wilbur mentioned mean?"
"This disease is in the stomach and intestines, so you should apply acupuncture to the stomach meridian..."
Jiang Qingzhi was sitting on the steps, and not far to his left was a Taoist priest with his hands behind his back, looking at the sky.
"It's not over, is it?"
Jiang Qingzhi suddenly became furious and asked, "You have been talking for a long time, do you have any solution?"
The imperial doctors were stunned and shook their heads.
"Since there is no other way, then shut up!"
Jiang Qingzhi showed off his noble aura, took out a cigarette, lit it, pointed at the imperial doctors and said, "If you have a point, talk about it. If you have nothing to say, just wait for the news. Don't talk nonsense! Don't force me to do anything."
People who are in a bad mood always hope to meet someone who is in a good mood and can bring comfort to them.
Of course, there is another situation, which is hoping to meet someone who is more unlucky than yourself.
Jiang Qingzhi and Dao Ye sat and stood respectively, feeling sorry for each other and unable to comfort each other.
"Those who oppose the Tao move!"
The Taoist sighed.
"Every bad time will bring good times," said Jiang Qingzhi.
When Concubine Lu Jing arrived, the imperial doctors hurried forward to complain.
"shut up!"
Concubine Lu Jing stopped these people and walked over slowly.
"Is Long Wilbur sure?"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Medicine cannot cure incurable diseases..."
"I would say he is desperate and is trying anything he can think of! Alas!"
The imperial doctors started again.
If Changle is incurable, someone will have to bear the wrath of the Taoist priest. Originally it was the imperial doctors, but now that Jiang Qingzhi had intervened, these people subconsciously passed the blame on to others.
This has nothing to do with character, it's just human instinct.
Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "Yes!"
Imperial doctors: “…”
"How likely is it?" Concubine Lu Jing whispered, "Your Majesty is heartbroken. If Changle can be saved... then what Your Majesty and you want to do next will be possible."
Jiang Qingzhi's body trembled and he looked at Lu Jingfei deeply.
How much enthusiasm can a Taoist priest who is heartbroken have for saving the Ming Dynasty?
"The prince was poisoned, but in the eyes of His Majesty, that sentence was like a curse. He didn't dare to try... An emperor became a lonely man because of this, with only the green lamp and the statue in front of him.
Changle finally managed to comfort him... Changwei Bo doesn't know that I have seen His Majesty smile more times recently than in the past ten years. If Changle were to go..."
Concubine Lu's eyes also turned red. "That's a good child. I knew she had a hard time in the past few years, but I didn't help her. Now I regret it. If Chang Wei Bo is sure..."
"Nine percent!"
Jiang Qingzhi said confidently.
"Ninety percent?"
This is the voice of the Taoist priest.
"Yes." Jiang Qingzhi was betting that Changle was not seriously ill, but was just infected by bacteria or something, and had a fever because of his weak body and poor resistance.
This kind of disease is not a big deal in later generations, but it is a terminal illness at this time.
And he was ready.
In my mind, the bottle of penicillin in the corner is inconspicuous. But in this era of zero drug resistance, it is a magical tool.
If Changle still has a fever after half an hour, Jiang Qingzhi will be ready to use this magical weapon.
"Now all we need to do is wait!"
The imperial doctors looked nervous and anxious.
The Taoist priest woke up from his stupor and paced back and forth anxiously, wishing he could throw Jiang Qingzhi into the bedroom to stare at Changle.
Concubine Lu stood at the side, her expression calm, but she was secretly looking at Jiang Qingzhi.
Take a puff of the medicinal smoke, let the cool mist pass through your lungs, and then exhale.
Jiang Qingzhi was also a little conflicted. For him, penicillin was the last line of defense for him and his family in this era.
He and Li Tian will have children in the future. In this era when the child mortality rate would shock future generations, penicillin can give him peace of mind.
If there is a family member suffering from one of the following diseases, penicillin can still give him the greatest confidence.
If I use it now, what will I do in the future?
He smoked a drug cigarette.
The imperial doctors discussed for a while, and then the old doctor came over and asked, "May I ask who is Chang Wei's ancestor?"
An old traditional Chinese doctor must have a name!
Jiang Qingzhi said, "I forgot."
"You are not a good son of man!" The old doctor's hair and beard were puffed up, "How can you forget the principles of your ancestors?"
But the Taoist knew that Jiang Qingzhi was fooling these imperial doctors.
Jiang Gan was a simple-minded boy who was trafficked to Suzhou when he was young. He had no idea about medicine.
The so-called traditional Chinese medicine is nothing but a trick to fool people.
Could it be Mohism?
The Taoist thought it was impossible. He had looked into some things about Mohism at that time, but did not find any achievements in medicine.
So regarding this matter...is Qingzhi trying to fool me?
The Taoist shook his head. He felt that Jiang Qingzhi did not have such motive.
Moreover, Jiang Qingzhi's love for Changle is obvious to all...
Can medicinal wine reduce fever?
The Taoist has studied Taoism for many years and his medical skills are much better than those of ordinary doctors. Naturally, he knows that there is no such saying.
He glanced at Jiang Qingzhi.
Jiang Qingzhi held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the palace complex in front of him, as if he was admiring it, but also as if he was sighing...
Inside the hall, the exhausted Li Shu threw the cloth into the copper basin and slumped beside it, "Let's try."
A palace maid reached out and touched Changle's forehead.
"How?" Li Shu asked.
The maid touched it again, and then again, and finally stopped touching it.
She turned back sharply, "The princess has cooled down."
Li Shu rushed over in disbelief and reached out to touch Changle's cheeks and forehead.
Li Shu put her face against Changle's forehead and confirmed it one last time...
……
"Your Majesty, I have thought of a way." The old medical officer said anxiously: "You can use acupuncture..." Jiang Qingzhi was confused by a series of acupoint names.
The Taoist's heart moved slightly.
"Your Majesty, be quick." The old medical officer was as anxious as if he had to pee.
"I'm 90% sure." Jiang Qingzhi said confidently.
The Taoist looked at the old medical officer, then looked at the 'old traditional Chinese medicine doctor', "Wait a little longer."
"Your Majesty, we can't wait!" The old doctor was angry. "What medical skills does Long Wei Bo know? Besides, how about drinking the medicinal wine? We can observe and deal with it if there is any problem!"
Squeak!
The door opened.
Everyone slowly turned around and looked at the door.
Li Shu walked out tiredly.
"The princess... is awake."
Concubine Lu Jing saw the imperial doctors standing there in a daze, and they all turned to look at Jiang Qingzhi. She even heard the sound of their joints twisting.
She saw Daoye was stunned for a moment, then he ran towards the bedroom...
"His Majesty!"
Huang Jin had never seen such a Taoist priest before, so he subconsciously followed him.
As he ran, the eunuchs and palace maids also ran wildly after him...
"stop!"
Jiang Qingzhi said: "Changle's body is weak right now. The more people come in, the more likely it is that he will have an attack!"
Huang Jin braked suddenly upon hearing the sound, turned around and opened his arms.
The palace maids and eunuchs behind stopped.
It looked like a long snake being intercepted by someone.
When the Taoist entered the bedroom, he was almost knocked over by the smell of alcohol.
There was still most of the wine in the jar on the ground, and there were many wet marks on the ground.
Changle was lying on the bed, looking a little weak.
"father!"
The Taoist stopped and looked at her, his lips moving.
"Hey!"
……
"Awake!" Several imperial doctors were peeking outside.
"Really awake."
Whose credit is it?
Everyone looked at each other.
Changle's laughter came from inside. Concubine Lu Jing felt relieved. She walked to Jiang Qingzhi's side and asked curiously, "Chang Wei Bo said he was 90% sure, but I saw you knock the medicine cigarette down several times before. Aren't you afraid of being blamed by His Majesty for your failure?"
Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of his cigarette, "Your Majesty, why do you have to tease me? What are you holding upside down? I have used it to tease the third and fourth brothers."
Concubine Lu showed a mischievous smile like a girl, "So you have teased the fourth brother in this way?"
Hey!
It seems that King Jing also had a childhood that he couldn't bear to look back on!
Jiang Qingzhi smiled.
"Yes."
"I wouldn't say the imperial doctors in the palace are the best in the world, but when they get together for consultation, I dare say no one in the world can compare to them. So, who did Chang Wei Bo learn medical skills from..."
At this time, the Taoist priest came out and said, "Qingzhi."
"His Majesty!"
Jiang Qingzhi stood up and patted his butt.
The Taoist waved.
Jiang Qingzhi just ignored Lu Jingfei, the curious old woman.
He walked into the bedroom and Changle had already sat up.
"Cousin!"
Jiang Qingzhi walked over with a smile and touched her forehead. "The fever has subsided. It shows that you are blessed."
Changle nodded vigorously, "Yes!"
"What do you want to eat?" Jiang Qingzhi asked.
"I want to eat the noodles made by my cousin."
"More chili, huh?"
"How did your cousin know?"
"dream!"
Changle pursed his lips, "Uncle, I dreamed about mother earlier."
"Oh!" Jiang Qingzhi had no impression of Changle's biological mother. The only thing he knew was that she died at the hands of Queen Fang, and her death was very miserable... Lingchi!
That means being cut into pieces.
Once the women in the harem become vicious, there is really no chance for men to survive.
"My mother waved at me from a distance, saying, 'Son, come here! Mom is here...' So I ran. As I was running, my uncle suddenly appeared and shouted at me to come back quickly. I turned around... Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Changle was surprised to find that his uncle trembled as if he was afraid.
Mr. Jiang was afraid.
Historically, Changle should have died of this disease.
But because of him, history was rewritten.
What does it mean that Concubine Cao Duan appeared in Changle’s dream?
The soul-catcher?
What the hell!
The plot outline of a horror movie automatically generated in Jiang Qingzhi's mind.
"I stood there, with my mother waving at me on one side and my cousin calling me back on the other..."
"Don't let your imagination run wild." Jiang Qingzhi touched her head. "Come home when you're well. I'll make you some dough balls with plenty of chili oil. I'm telling you, that chili oil is made with my secret recipe. The third and fourth brothers have been envious of it for a long time..."
"Ok!"
The little niece nodded vigorously.
Then she watched him go out and said softly, "Uncle, I listened to you and came back..."
She heard the imperial doctors talking outside.
"May I ask, Chief Wilbur, what kind of medical theory is this?"
"Where did Chang Wei Bo's medical skills come from? I think everyone in the medical community knows him. Maybe he's an old friend."
Changle sat up a little and listened with his head tilted.
All I heard was the familiar voice of my uncle.
"The traditional Chinese medicine passed down from generation to generation is passed down to sons, not daughters!"
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