Chapter 122
“Your Highness!”
Doctor Yang: "Absolutely not!"
He couldn't control his expression at all, and stood up and said in a daze, "The virus has entered the body, and the medicine has invaded the body. If you are not careful, Your Highness, do you know what the consequences will be?"
This is a dead end!
Qu Dubian felt a little dizzy. He sat on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. He pinched his brows and said, "Keep your voice down. Don't let your partner hear it."
Doctor Yang didn't know what to say to him, so he could only lower his voice and say, "Your Highness, you are worth a lot of money."
Qu Watanabe: "My life and the lives of people outside are essentially the same."
"The drug takes effect quickly in my body, and the effect also wears off quickly. To be more specific... Doctor Yang, you know much more clearly than I do."
Doctor Yang was speechless.
Indeed, he had been treating the Seventh Prince for more than ten years and knew the Seventh Prince's physique very well.
Perhaps it is because of long-term illness that he has developed resistance to medicine, but as long as the prescription works on him, it must be a standard prescription that can be written into medical books when it works on ordinary people.
"That's absolutely not possible."
Qu Dubian wanted to say something else, but his ears moved slightly and he heard footsteps outside.
Ye Banban is about to come in.
So he had to swallow the rest of his words.
Ye Xiaoyuan pushed the door open and saw Qu Dubian still sitting there. "Your Highness, I brought you some sour fruits. Eat some and then lie down."
Qu Watanabe followed his words and said, "Okay."
He ate one and lay down on the bed.
Ye Xiaoyuan pleaded with Doctor Yang: "Please, Doctor, you have cured His Highness so many times, you can also bring him back this time, right?"
Doctor Yang looked at Qu Duanbian, who said, "Thank you for your help, Doctor."
Both sentences were requests, but Doctor Yang knew that the meanings of the two sentences were completely different.
One wanted him to rescue the Seventh Prince from his illness, and the other wanted him to send him to the spider silk on the cliff.
Doctor Yang: "We will do our best."
midnight.
The bitter aroma of traditional Chinese medicine rises from the small courtyard beside Qu Duan.
Doctor Yang had been recording Qu Dubian's pulse and changes in his condition. He brought a bowl of medicine and said, "Your Highness, try the Jiawei Shuling Decoction[1] first. Your temperature is not too high in the early stages of the plague. Let's see if this medicine can bring it down."
He had not yet made up his mind to try the medicine as Qu Watanabe requested, using a proven prescription.
Qu Dubian didn't say anything. After the medicine cooled down, he drank it all in one gulp.
The medicine is useless.
In the second half of the night, Qu Dubian had a burning fever all over his body and blood was oozing from his ears, but he was used to being sick and could always endure it. After waking up from a short sleep, he could still clearly tell the imperial physician where he was feeling unwell.
Having been writing papers for more than ten years, he is very precise in his choice of words and descriptions.
"Burn in the nose, stinging in the ears, burning sensation in the eyelids, nausea, coughing... a feeling of suffocation when breathing."
Ye Xiaoyuan turned his head away. With every word he said, his heart ached a little more.
Doctor Yang wiped the sweat from his palms and felt Qu Dubian's pulse. Fortunately, the pulse was not weak.
"It is necessary to induce sweating. Prepare Da Qing Long Tang [2]."
Heavy doses of diaphoresis should not be used by patients with weak pulses. If not properly controlled, it will cause excessive excretion of water from the patient's body, leading to a large loss of Yang Qi, and one can be in danger of death and die of Yang Qi loss.
Take a heavy dose.
Qu Duanbian began to sweat and his body temperature dropped.
Doctor Yang perked up a little.
it works!
For people with a strong pulse, when the high fever of the epidemic starts, you can take Daqinglong Decoction. If the pulse is weak, use Xiaoqinglong Decoction instead.
He immediately compared the prescription of Da Qing Long Tang with the previous prescription.
But soon his temperature rose again.
Da Qing Long Tang can only provide relief and is not a prescription that can cure this plague.
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The second day.
About noon.
Xia Fuyang led his troops into Le'an County.
The deputy lieutenant said, "I remember when we came here to rescue, the county was far from being as well organized as it is now."
Xia Fuyang glanced around and nodded, "Yes, the disaster prevention rules that the county magistrate passed on to the counties were first spread from Le'an County. It's not surprising that they have better order."
When they arrived near the county government office, Magistrate Hua came out to greet them after hearing the news.
"Master Xia is here."
Xia Fuyang bowed politely and said, "Yes, I received an order from the county to bring the seventh prince back."
Upon hearing this, Magistrate Hua's face was filled with sorrow and sadness: "Alas, I'm afraid the Seventh Prince can't move now..."
Xia Fuyang's heart skipped a beat, and a very bad premonition came to his mind.
Magistrate Hua: "The Seventh Prince was infected with the disease last night, and Doctor Yang is still treating him."
"Where are they now?"
"It's in the backyard of the county government office."
Magistrate Hua: "You can follow me, but it's better not to go into the house. The Seventh Prince has ordered that only Doctor Yang can enter the house. No one else can enter, not even Eunuch Ye."
Xia Fuyang followed Magistrate Hua and walked quickly towards the county government office.
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The small courtyard beside Qu Duan.
The three clay pots used to cook medicine were emitting medicinal vapors.
The two doctors were looking at the casserole in the yard, and Doctor Yang went into the hut again.
The dark medicine was put into a bowl and brought to the bed.
This medicine is not a verified prescription, but a new prescription that Imperial Physician Yang modified by combining prescriptions for past plagues.
Qu Dubian was not lying on the bed. Instead, he was sitting cross-legged on the footstool with a quilt wrapped around him, curled up in a ball, with a wooden barrel in front of him.
Doctor Yang handed him the bowl of medicine, "...Your Highness."
After a few seconds, Qu Dubian hummed in a hoarse voice. The moment he raised his hand to take the medicine bowl, Doctor Yang suddenly exerted force, his voice trembling: "Your Highness, this medicine is a new prescription, I..."
The boy wrapped himself in a blanket and sighed sincerely.
It must be very distressing to have to deal with a person like him and treat him for more than ten years.
But he really didn't mean to make things difficult for Doctor Yang.
Qu Dubian: "I just happened to be infected with the plague, and Doctor Yang is just trying his best to treat me. Don't worry, the fact that I tested the medicine on myself will never be spread to the ears of the emperor, and you will not be implicated."
He coughed a few times, drank the medicine slowly, and put the bowl aside.
"I hope that Doctor Yang can develop a famous prescription that can be passed down through the ages, and leave his name in medical books along with other plague prescriptions, bringing glory to future generations."
And in his plan, his drug trial would become a secret, hidden forever in this dim little room, unknown to the world.
Doctor Yang bowed deeply to him.
"It's not because I'm worried about what Your Highness said."
"This ceremony is not for the emperor and his subjects, but for the people of the three counties who are sick. Your Highness is willing to sacrifice his life for the people, and I am not afraid. I do not seek fame, wealth, or a place in history, but I must tell the world about your Highness's efforts!"
Doctor Yang became more and more excited as he spoke, and he wished he could go out with a loud speaker and grab people's ears to tell them what the Seventh Prince had done.
Qu Watanabe: “…”
Isn't what he said clear enough?
If other people knew about this, Dr. Yang would not be punished, as he would guarantee, but he would definitely be scolded, and all his merits would be lost.
Moreover, if there were no simulator, he would never risk his life by doing such an impulsive act.
Moreover, if Imperial Physician Yang had not worked with the doctors outside to study prescriptions and treat illnesses together, his simulation would have been useless.
He is far from being as selfless as the other party imagines. He has his own little thoughts. What seems risky is actually part of the plan, but others are unaware of it.
Qu Dubian felt that he had not given much, so he did not think he was worthy of the blessings and gratitude of the people of the three counties. The two were not equal.
...We really can’t let Doctor Yang tell anyone!
What if he goes back? If the news gets out, the people of the three counties will all be loyal to him. Will his troublesome brothers let him go?
I guess the Smiling Tiger Second Brother and the Silly Big Brother will both stare at him instantly!
Qu Dubian suppressed his cough and tried to persuade him: "Doctor Yang, calm down... listen to me... cough, listen to me."
Squeak——
The door of the room opened.
The light from outside suddenly poured in.
A bit dazzling.
Qu Dubian subconsciously lifted a corner of the quilt to cover himself, narrowed his eyes and looked towards the door.
Xia Fuyang's face was as cold as ice. He was wearing light armor and his hand was pressing on the sword, tightly gripping the hilt. His eyes were fixed precisely on the person who was wrapped in a quilt beside the bed.
Qu Watanabe: “…”
He didn't hear Xia Fuyang's footsteps at all just now. Probably because he was not in good condition, Qu Dubian's brain was a little confused and his thoughts were floating. He thought that according to his current level of internal strength, he should be on par with Xia Fuyang.
After a few seconds, Qu Watanabe started to shudder and finally reacted.
It's over.
Judging from this guy’s expression, Xia Fuyang must have heard it.
Xia Fuyang walked in step by step.
He and Qu Dubian have been separated for two years. During these two years, all kinds of news have come from the capital.
He knew that His Majesty had been seriously ill and was not in better health than before. He knew that the Third Prince had lost his arm and had completely withdrawn from the fight for the throne. He also knew that Concubine Zhou had passed away.
He also wrote letters to Xi Zixing and Qu Dubian, sending them mulberry wine and Xianghe specialties.
He had imagined many scenes of meeting Qu Dubian again, such as when he was promoted and returned to Beijing, and he happily greeted them on his tall horse; or when he returned to Beijing to report on his work, the three of them would gather again in the private room they often visited in Ruyi Tower to chat and talk about everything.
He also thought that the Seventh Prince was good-looking, just like his uncle Tingfeng. He was already very handsome when he was twelve years old, and he would probably look even better when he was fourteen and grew up.
The Seventh Prince likes to wander around the capital, and who knows how many girls' eyes he will attract. Will his title, Young Marquis Xia, be overshadowed as the number one young master in the capital? He is still thinking about how to get it back.
But he never expected that they would meet again in this scene.
Just now, I ignored the obstruction and insisted on coming in to take a look. As soon as I arrived outside the door, I heard them talking in low voices. If I didn't have inner strength and didn't concentrate, I would definitely not be able to hear it from outside.
Just happened to be infected with the plague?
Test the drug on yourself?
Xia Fuyang really couldn't control his emotions and pushed the door open.
A bloody smell hit him in the face, and the person he had been thinking about pledging allegiance to in the future for two years sat under the bed with a pale face, blood oozing from the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, and the auricles of his ears.
Not to mention how attractive this look is to little girls, if you let it out at night it will definitely scare a lot of passers-by to death.
An arm was pulled up, with several cuts on it that were oozing blood, which was dripping slowly, and the small wooden bucket was catching the blood below.
Doesn't he can't stand the smell of blood?
No wonder.
No wonder this guy didn’t dare let Eunuch Xiaoyuan come in.
Doctor Yang recognized him and quickly handed him a face towel: "Young Master Xia, please cover your face quickly to avoid being infected with the disease."
"You don't have to give me the internal force to hold my breath."
Xia Fuyang walked in front of Qu Dubian, who covered half of his head and perked up: "Well, long time no see."
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