138 Chapter 138
◎Take medicine.◎
After the medicine was ready, Liu Ju took the bowl and carefully helped the emperor take the medicine.
Liu Che dodged the silver spoon that was about to be fed to his mouth: "Bitter..."
Liu Ju signaled the palace maid to wipe the medicine stains from the corners of His Majesty's mouth, and said in a light tone, "You'll get better only after taking the medicine. My father-in-law isn't a child anymore, are you afraid of taking medicine?"
"..." Liu Che opened his eyes and looked at his son, "How dare you laugh at me, you little brat."
Liu Ju curled his lips. He thought his smile was not very nice. "After you take the medicine, I won't dare to laugh at you anymore."
Despite being drowsy from the fever, the Emperor's observation skills remained undiminished. He raised his hand to tap the Crown Prince's forehead, but lacking the strength, he only touched the center of his brow. "What are you afraid of? I'm fine."
"Yes." Liu Ju replied softly, and handed over another spoonful of medicine. "Grandpa, take the medicine."
Liu Che slowly swallowed a bowl of medicine and said vaguely: "I'm fine, Ju'er, you go back and rest..."
"Okay, I'll go back right away. Grandpa, you can rest assured." Liu Ju whispered.
The emperor fell asleep again after getting the promise. Liu Ju rubbed his face and ordered some porridge to be prepared so that he could eat some when he woke up next time.
The palace servants advised, "Your Highness should also eat some food so that he can take care of His Majesty."
"Yes." Liu Ju nodded. "I forgot."
Liu Ju was neither sleepy nor tired nor hungry now, but he knew he had to eat.
Wei Qing rushed back as fast as he could and handed a small glass bottle to Liu Ju.
Because injections were difficult to perform in ancient times, the penicillin Liu Ju had people experiment with was designed to be taken orally. This allowed for use anytime and anywhere, but the problem was...
Liu Ju couldn't do a skin test on his father.
Not many people are allergic to penicillin, but Liu Ju cannot guarantee that his father is not one of them.
I tried to check the temperature of Liu Che's forehead again, but the fever still didn't go away.
It took no more than four hours from the time Liu Ju came to the time Wei Qing brought the medicine back from the Weiyang Palace, which was actually not a long time.
Liu Ju looked at the wound on his father's knee again, and the medicine he applied had no effect.
Should I wait a little longer? Liu Ju thought, wait until the medicine I’m using takes effect.
He remembered watching a popular science short film in the underworld, which said that humans have a very strong self-healing ability.
Wei Qing saw that he was just holding the medicine and couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, why don't you give His Majesty the medicine?"
Liu Ju did not speak. He recalled that in his previous life, when the emperor was ill, the palace doctors and the witch doctors outside the palace cured the emperor by relying only on the treatment methods of this era.
Perhaps he shouldn't have acted on impulse and asked Wei Qing to get penicillin. It wasn't worth the risk. The Emperor would get better without penicillin.
But... the timing and cause of this illness were different from those in his previous life, and Liu Ju was worried that something unexpected would happen if he delayed any further.
What if the Emperor's illness this time is the butterfly effect caused by Liu Ju's reincarnation, and the situation is completely different from that in his previous life?
Seeing Liu Ju's silence, Wei Qing's eyes suddenly became sharp. He realized that this medicine was dangerous. He frowned and said, "Your Highness..."
"I know, uncle." Liu Ju interrupted him, "This is my father."
If the emperor took the medicine and something unexpected happened, Liu Ju would be considered an unfaithful and unfilial person who had killed his father and the emperor.
Wei Qing said with mixed emotions, "Your Highness, it's not a critical moment yet. Moreover, the world is so vast, and there are still many famous doctors who have not arrived. Your Majesty's body is worth a lot of money, Your Highness does not need to take such risks."
Whether it was the emperor or the crown prince, Wei Qing did not want either of them to make the slightest mistake, both publicly and privately.
Liu Judao said: "It is very dangerous for such a wound to cause a fever."
Wei Qing said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty knows."
After waiting for a while, Liu Ju said, "General, please return to Chang'an first."
Wei Qing remained silent for a moment, and then he urged again, "Your Highness, please think twice before you act."
Liu Ju was about to nod when he heard the person on the couch ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Liu Ju and Wei Qing looked over and saw the emperor with drooping eyelids, complaining listlessly, "My head hurts, my body hurts, everything hurts."
The question Liu Ju was about to ask was stuck in his throat. He coughed and said, "I asked someone to warm up some porridge. Grandpa, please have a few mouthfuls first."
Liu Che's throat hurt whenever he spoke, so he said simply, "It's bitter, I won't eat it."
Liu Ju advised kindly, "It's like this when you're sick. You have no taste in your mouth, but it's harder to recover if you don't eat. I cooked the porridge very soft and added minced meat. Would you like to try it, Grandpa?"
Liu Che was actually in the mood to laugh: "My son, I am the old man, you treat me like a child."
A palace maid had already gone downstairs to serve the porridge while Liu Ju was speaking, and now it was brought up skillfully.
Liu Ju took the porridge and said, "Since you know you are being childish right now, just eat your porridge peacefully."
The patient had no taste in his mouth, and Liu Che didn't want to eat anything at all, but his throat was indeed very sore, so he let the palace servant help him up and asked his son to feed him a mouthful of soft rice porridge.
After eating three mouthfuls, Liu Che asked again, "Why are you here?"
Wei Qing briefly explained Liu Ju's plan. Liu Che nodded and said with a smile, "Not bad, Crown Prince. You did a good job."
Liu Ju said nothing, but scooped another spoonful of porridge and brought it to the emperor's lips.
"Are you going to cry..." Before Liu Che could finish his sentence, he was hit with a mouthful of porridge. He was afraid of choking, so he had to eat it before preparing to speak. However, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not give him the chance at all.
Only after finishing a bowl of porridge did Liu Che angrily say, "I won't eat anymore!"
Wei Qing couldn't help but smile a little.
Liu Che said again: "Zhongqing, according to the prince's advice, you should return to Chang'an first."
Wei Qing glanced at Liu Ju hesitantly, but Liu Che urged him, "Go back now."
Wei Qing could only say, "I obey your order."
After Wei Qing left the inner hall, Liu Che raised his hand to his forehead and asked nonchalantly, "It's still hot, my son, am I just catching a cold and having a fever?"
Liu Ju clenched his fist and said, "Ah Weng..."
"What are you afraid of?" Because his hot hand covered the back of Liu Ju's hand, "Aunt is not a child, why do you need to hide it? What's going on? Tell me, it won't scare me."
Maybe the bowl of fever-reducing medicine was really effective, or maybe it was the allicin that was working. In any case, Liu Che looked much more sober now than before.
Liu Ju could only tell the truth. The Emperor was very calm after hearing it. He bent his leg and looked at the wound, frowning slightly: "I don't feel any pain, it's just a small wound..."
"The water is too dirty," Liu Ju said. "Something dirty got into your body through the wound, which is why you have a fever. This is... a fever is actually your body fighting back. Once the fever goes away, you'll be fine."
Liu Che nodded and calmly said, "If I can't resist, then I won't be able to hold on any longer, right?"
"Grandfather!" Liu Ju cried out in disbelief, "You will live to be seventy, and when you are sixty, you will even have a little son! Grandfather..."
Liu Che laughed twice and shook his head, saying, "Seventy? Even Emperor Taizu didn't live that long, and he still has a young son. You little brat are enough to make me worry."
Liu Ju was about to speak again when the Emperor suddenly stopped laughing and said, "Prince, what did I tell you?"
Liu Ju also said seriously: "Ah Weng, I know what I should do, and you also need to know what you should do now."
Liu Che was not angry at the prince's rudeness, but followed his words and asked, "What should I do?"
Liu Ju said with a stern face, "Ah Weng, you should take good care of yourself and stop thinking about irrelevant things, especially not having any negative thoughts. This will not be conducive to your recovery."
"Okay. I don't want to." Liu Che responded good-temperedly. As for whether he wanted to or not, only he himself knew.
Just as Liu Ju was about to help him lie down, the Emperor said, "Ju'er, what did your uncle ask you to think twice about?"
Liu Ju paused and told the truth: "Ah Weng, do you remember penicillin?"
Liu Che's eyes began to turn red again. He frowned and thought for a while, then quickly straightened out his thoughts: "Remember, this medicine... Oh, I remembered it, I made a pill, but you didn't dare let me eat it."
His Majesty the Emperor said this in a positive tone, and Liu Ju no longer concealed anything. He said honestly, "I'm not sure whether Grandfather will benefit from this medicine. If it doesn't work..."
"Zi'er, besides your uncle, does anyone else know that you have this medicine?" Liu Che interrupted him and asked.
Liu Ju was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Apart from the people who made the medicine, there were only the imperial physicians and palace maids."
"Yeah." Liu Che said calmly, "They are easy to deal with."
Liu Ju realized the meaning of his words: "Aung, you need to take medicine, but..."
"Prince, you shouldn't be so indecisive." Liu Che changed his address again.
Liu Ju argued forcefully, "I'm not hesitating, Grandfather. It's not yet necessary to take medicine. The medicine prescribed by the imperial physicians is not ineffective. Grandfather, take their medicine first. If it really doesn't work, there's still time to take this medicine!"
"Aung, I can swear that I have absolutely no intention of harming you, otherwise..." Liu Ju said anxiously.
"Shut up!" Liu Che said coldly, "Prince, is this what you should say?"
The Emperor didn't seem to care about his own life or death. Instead, he looked like he was making arrangements for his funeral. Finally, Liu Ju couldn't bear it any longer. He blurted out, "What do you want me to say? Say that I hope you die soon so that I can ascend the throne and become emperor?"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only the father and son were stunned, but several servants in the hall were also frightened to the point of their legs going limp, and they fell to their knees on the ground, trembling all over.
At this moment, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly smiled and said, "There is one thing I don't quite understand."
Liu Ju looked at his father in shock, really wondering what annoying thoughts were in the emperor's mind.
"I've always dreamed of immortality and becoming an immortal, so I should be very afraid of death." Liu Che said with genuine confusion, "But now I'm not afraid at all, I..."
"I don't think death is scary."
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