Chapter 235 These two prescriptions are different
Looking at Duan Chunrou's appearance, Bai Wutong felt a little worried.
She really didn't want Duan Chunrou to encounter any misfortune.
In an ordinary family, a woman's pregnancy and childbirth are a routine process.
But this is the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, full of mysteries and crises.
If Duan Chunrou had been looking forward to becoming pregnant with great joy, but had an unexpected miscarriage, or had experienced a difficult labor, any of these results would have been enough to completely crush such a hopeful woman.
However, this seemingly dangerous pregnancy is what all the women in the harem dream of.
In this deep palace, the status of women is often as precarious as duckweed, and children become an important bargaining chip for them to improve their status and win the heart of the emperor.
They longed to use their children to tie down men and find a bit of warmth and support for themselves in this cold palace, even if this support seemed so illusory.
Duan Chunrou endured the sour taste and finally finished a sour apricot. She couldn't help but frown and complain, "No, even if I get pregnant one day, I will never be able to eat this. It's so sour that my teeth are about to fall out."
"Hehe, when you really get pregnant, you will know how it feels." Bai Wutong didn't say anything else. There were some things that she didn't have the qualifications or position to say, even if she meant it sincerely.
She has a special physique, so childbirth is relatively easy for her. Now that she has a child, if she says more, people will inevitably think she is talking without any hesitation.
"Yingchun, go get the salted plums." Bai Wutong turned around and ordered, "These salted plums are sweet, sister Chunrou, you can take them back and eat them, don't be disgusted."
"Thank you, sister!" Duan Chunrou's eyes lit up, and she happily left Tishun Hall holding the salted plums.
Bai Wutong looked at her departing back, shook his head slightly, and didn't think about it any more.
Night falls and the lights come on.
Bai Wutong, as usual, patiently coaxed Yun and Yunxi to sleep.
At this time, some order had been restored in the capital.
Huge iron pots were set up in front of the pharmacies in the streets and alleys.
The raging fire licked the bottom of the pot, the medicinal soup was bubbling in the pot, and the rich, bitter smell of medicine filled the street.
The people who had not yet fallen ill consciously lined up in long queues, each holding a bowl in their hands, waiting to receive the medicine soup.
"Cough, cough, cough..." A person in the queue started coughing violently without any warning, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
Seeing this, the people around were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They instinctively covered their mouths and noses and retreated in panic.
"Are you sick? You're sick and yet you're still here to hurt others!"
"It's over, it's over. I was so close to him just now. Am I going to be infected with the disease too?"
"This guy is so selfish, damn it!"
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The faces of several soldiers responsible for maintaining order changed instantly. After hesitating for a moment, they quickly stepped forward to pull the people apart.
"No, I'm not sick, I just choked!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his body shook violently, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, splashing onto the ground, shocking to the eye.
His eyes suddenly became empty and lifeless, and his whole body collapsed to the ground, without any movement.
It was the first time for many people to see someone die of the disease. They were so frightened that their legs went weak and they backed away.
Some people even collapsed on the ground, their eyes full of fear.
"He's really...really dead! He was fine before!"
"I live next door to him, and he was really normal yesterday, he didn't even cough!"
"Could it be that... one day of coughing will lead to death? This epidemic is too terrible!"
This death cast a huge shadow in the hearts of many people.
The soldiers looked nervous and moved quickly, dragging the still warm body away and sending it to an open area not far away for burning.
The raging fire instantly engulfed the corpse, and thick smoke rose up.
"Don't look at it anymore, hurry up and get the medicine, you will be fine after taking it!"
A soldier shouted at the top of his voice, "This is the capital, the emperor will not ignore you! This prescription was written by the imperial doctors with great effort, it is absolutely effective, don't worry!"
After the soldiers' earnest persuasion and comfort, the people's originally panicked mood finally calmed down.
They lined up again in silence.
The team was completely silent, no one spoke.
Daxing Street.
The Taiwei Mansion is located here.
This place is usually bustling and bustling, full of wealth and prosperity, but at this moment the door is closed and there is no one around.
Duan Chunrou's mother, Mrs. Qiu, hurriedly walked to the study room, holding a letter tightly in her hand. "Master, Chunrou sent someone to deliver a letter home with a prescription inside, saying that we should find a few people who are sick to try it out and see if it works."
The general was buried in the documents on the desk. He didn't even raise his head and just said, "Let's try it."
The epidemic has been raging in the capital recently. As an important official in the court, he is extremely busy and exhausted.
"But this is the prescription written by Concubine Zhao," Qiu frowned, "I'm afraid she heard the rumors outside, saying that the child in her belly is a disaster, so she wanted to make some noise to save face. I think it's likely that she asked some imperial physician to write it for her. I think it's no different from the prescription written by the Imperial Hospital outside."
It is no wonder that Qiu would speculate like this. In her deeply rooted concept, in the face of an epidemic, what ability could a woman living deep in the harem have?
Since childhood, she has been taught in the traditional way that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent, and that the right thing to do is to support her husband and raise her children.
In her eyes, women can play no role at all in such matters of life and death.
"Written by Concubine Zhao?" Upon hearing this, the general finally put down his pen and raised his eyelids.
He took the prescription and looked at it carefully.
The handwriting is beautiful and neat, and every stroke shows the care taken in writing it. It is obvious that a lot of effort has been put into it.
Although this character has a certain shape, it lacks some charm, which shows that the person who wrote it does not have deep attainments in calligraphy.
The general put down the prescription in his hand and picked up another one from the side.
This was sent by the Imperial Hospital earlier, instructing him to follow the prescription and find more medicine to resolve the epidemic in the capital.
"These two prescriptions are different."
"That should be something that Concubine Zhao came up with herself." Qiu curled her lips and said disapprovingly, "Master, you are not really going to try it, are you? I don't think it will work."
"Whether it works or not, since it's Concubine Zhao's order, let's give it a try." The general looked serious and said in an unquestionable tone, "Anyway, we won't lose anything. Don't forget that Chunrou was promoted to a concubine a while ago because of Concubine Zhao's recommendation. In my opinion, if Chunrou wants to make further progress in the palace in the future, she will have to rely on Concubine Zhao."
Upon hearing this, Qiu was immediately displeased, with a trace of displeasure flashing across her face, "Master, what if Chunrou gets pregnant in the future? With a dragon heir, can't she still be promoted? Why must she rely on Concubine Zhao? I hope Chunrou can rely on her own abilities and not rely on anyone else, so that she can be safe in the palace. Otherwise, if something goes wrong..."
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