In his later years, Zhuanxu looked at his tribesmen who were injured while hunting.

Looking at the tribesmen who were infected with the virus and had high fever.

Those witch doctors only knew how to apply hot compresses and let people lie down and rest.

That can certainly play some role, but it is still too backward.

He made a decision.

He decided to go find medicine.

A panacea for all the world's ailments.

In the fourth year of his reign, he began to taste all the herbs in the world and began to study whether all things in the world had any effect on treating diseases.

He tried every single one of them himself.

To see if herbs have the ability to heal wounds.

He cut himself with a knife and then searched the ground for suitable herbs to heal his wound.

Each knife wound was so deep that the bone was visible.

He almost put himself on the brink of life and death to find the most suitable herb.

Over a three-year period, he studied various herbs and their pharmacological properties.

Where and under what circumstances should they be used?

He compiled all of this into a book called Pharmacology

Before the book was finished, Zhuanxu had tried too many herbal remedies, which led to excessive toxins in his body and made his condition difficult to reverse.

He collapsed on the desk where he was compiling pharmacology.

A brush fell to the ground with a snapping sound.

Zhuanxu ended his life at his desk.

Died suddenly.

There was only one unfinished book on "Pharmacology" left on the desk.

This is the gift that Zhuanxu left to Kyushu.

It was a gift from Emperor Zhuanxu to the Nine Provinces.

There is no trace of Emperor Xuanyuan.

It belongs to him.

He broke free from the shadow of Emperor Xuanyuan and successfully laid the foundation for the future of medicine in Jiuzhou.

All things are difficult at the beginning.

All doctors in later generations will follow Zhuanxu's pharmacology and add bricks and tiles to this foundation.

"He's a good boy."

Deng Ru listened to the storyteller on the stage telling the story of Zhuanxu's life.

Zhuanxu's life span was not short.

When Xuanyuan died, he was exactly sixteen years old.

He then ruled Kyushu for six years.

He lived to be twenty-two years old, almost the same lifespan as Emperor Xuanyuan, played by Deng Ru.

It's considered a long life.

But this child's life is also very short.

The only time he truly lived for himself was those few short years in his childhood.

Since then, he has lived as the future leader of Kyushu.

He worked diligently and dedicated his short life to Kyushu.

Even in the last three years of his life, what he thought about was not living the remaining three years for himself.

Instead, he wanted to leave something of his own for Jiuzhou.

This child is an excellent ruler who maintains the status quo.

Even if he were to be a pioneer, I believe he wouldn't be too bad.

Deng Ru's figure disappeared quietly among the crowd.

No one noticed that there was one person missing from the group of people listening to the book.

After all, it is in one's own world, and it is easy to make the creatures in the world ignore one's existence.

.......

In Jiuzhou, there is a Xuanyuan Mausoleum, which is very large and luxurious.

Obviously, it was built by people for Emperor Xuanyuan.

But Deng Ru didn't remember saying he wanted such a luxurious tomb after his death.

On the left side of Xuanyuan Mausoleum, there is a small, seemingly simple tomb.

Although it is considered big.

But compared with Xuanyuan Ling, it was like a father beating his son.

Incomparable.

But this is also an imperial tomb.

It is the tomb of Zhuanxu.

Deng Ru could see that people still often went to Xuanyuan Mausoleum to worship.

However, only a few people go to worship at Zhuanxu's Mausoleum.

After all, Zhuanxu's reign was too short.

Before Zhuanxu had the chance to realize his ambitions, he died suddenly.

This is a pity.

Deng Ru came to the tomb of Zhuanxu, slowly used his magical power to transform a white chrysanthemum into something, and placed it in front of Zhuanxu's tombstone.

"Well done, kid."

Deng Ru patted Zhuanxu's tombstone.

It was just as if when he was Emperor Xuanyuan, he would often pat Zhuanxu on the head to encourage him.

This is how he encouraged Zhuanxu back then.

Although Zhuanxu is dead now, this does not prevent him from continuing to encourage him.

This is the approval of the Creator God.

"What a pity! This is destined to be a technological world. No gods can appear in the early stages. Otherwise, I would definitely bring down a miracle for you. This is what you deserve, kid."

"Although there is no miracle to befall you, your medicinal properties will be passed down forever, just like this white chrysanthemum."

Deng Ru waved his hand, and saw the white flower slowly taking root in the soil in front of the tombstone.

This is not a real flower, but a fake flower created by divine power.

But, precisely because it is an artificial flower, it can be passed down forever.

Its time is normal time, and the existence time of this artificial flower is ten years.

And in normal time, ten years...

Forget it, Deng Ru was too lazy to calculate it. Anyway, for these little people, it was eternity.

The medicine of Kyushu civilization has also begun to sprout.

Zhuanxu's pharmacology has been tested countless times.

He would taste each herb three times before making a final judgment on it.

Although not necessarily accurate.

But in Kyushu, it is the well-deserved cornerstone of medicine.

.......

"Grandpa Xu, Grandpa Xu, can you help us build two more small houses?"

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