Chapter 239 Young Master? Young Master!
Hearing this, Zhang Chengyan instantly lost his strength and leaned weakly on the cushion.
This sudden epidemic was a devastating disaster for the Darong Kingdom, causing heavy losses.
If even a great general like Jin Zhi unfortunately passed away, the Darong Kingdom would be in real danger!
The foreign tribes on the border have been eyeing the capital covetously. If the capital continues to be in chaos and the news of Jin Zhi's unfortunate death spreads, they will definitely take the opportunity to launch an attack and invade.
"Damn it! Who is behind this?" Zhang Chengyan clenched his teeth, a sweet taste rising in his throat, "Hasn't the mastermind been found yet? I must kill all nine generations of his clan to vent my hatred!"
"Your Majesty, the situation is so chaotic right now that it is really difficult to track down..."
"Your Majesty!" At this moment, Bai Wutong walked into the Yangxin Palace in a hurry.
Zhang Chengyan was upset, and without even raising his head, he said coldly, "Get out! Can't you see I'm busy?"
"Your Majesty, I have a way." Bai Wutong did not retreat, but quickened her pace. "I accidentally learned a prescription for curing the plague, so I asked Sister Chunrou to send the prescription out to see if it is effective. I didn't expect it to really work! Your Majesty, the people are just afraid of death. If you can let them see the hope of survival, they will definitely stop the riot!"
Zhang Chengyan heard this and suddenly raised his head. A glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes. He ordered anxiously, "Where is the prescription? Show it to me quickly!"
"Here, Your Majesty." Bai Wutong did not dare to delay for a moment, and quickly took out the prescription from her bosom, respectfully presented it with both hands, and explained, "I have only heard that this prescription is effective, but I cannot guarantee that it can completely cure the epidemic. However, as long as the people can see a glimmer of hope for survival, they will definitely stop the riot!"
"Okay!" At this moment, no matter whether what Bai Wutong said was true or false, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, Zhang Chengyan was determined to give it a try.
At present, this epidemic is no longer a simple livelihood issue, but also concerns the stability and prosperity of Darong Country in the next few decades!
Wang Decai hurried away holding the prescription. A guard had already prepared a fast horse and was waiting outside.
After receiving the prescription, the guards rode their horses at full speed to the palace gate and handed the prescription to the person on standby outside the palace. Finally, the prescription was successfully delivered to the imperial physician.
After the imperial doctors carefully studied the prescription, surprise flashed in their eyes and they looked at each other, "This prescription really has the effect of relieving cough and promoting salivation, and it can also protect the five internal organs. Let's use this!"
Soon, stoves were lit in pharmacies across the capital, and pots of medicinal soup began to be boiled anew.
The medicine soup was first tested by the soldiers, and after being confirmed to be safe, it was distributed to the civilians who did not participate in the riots and the patients who were infected.
Jin Mansion.
"Young Master!" Jin Zhi's personal servant was kneeling beside the bed, crying uncontrollably.
Although he was a servant, he had been with Jin Zhi since childhood and grew up together.
In his heart, Jin Zhi never regarded him as an inferior slave. Instead, he patiently taught him martial arts and allowed him to live with dignity.
Jin Zhi lay on the sickbed, breathing weakly. His once handsome and tall face was now as pale as paper, and even speaking seemed extremely difficult.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, a violent coughing fit hit him first, getting stuck in his throat and making his breathing become rapid.
Then, a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.
The servant turned pale with fear. He quickly picked up a handkerchief and wiped him in a panic, "Master, you will be fine! You will be fine!"
"Don't wipe it, it's useless." Jin Zhi's eyes gradually became blurred and his consciousness began to disperse.
He was filled with resentment.
He was a great general who had fought in the battlefield for many years and experienced countless life-and-death battles. Unexpectedly, he would not be able to die on the battlefield but would be slain by the epidemic. Perhaps this was the destiny!
He was confident that he was in good health, far superior to ordinary people, and thought that he would be able to survive even if he got sick, but the reality was so cruel.
Those weak people could still hold on for a few days after contracting the disease, but he collapsed in just two days and was in critical condition.
"Come here." Jin Zhi used up his last bit of strength and motioned the servant to come closer. "After I die, the Jin Mansion will be handed over to the elders in the clan to take care of. Don't hand it over to anyone else. Remember? Send a message to Wei Ge, saying that I, as her brother, have not cared enough about her over the years. She can only rely on herself in the future. Tell her not to be arrogant and domineering anymore, and not to hurt others. I just hope that she can live a stable life in the harem."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent cough. It took him a long time to recover and continue, "In the secret compartment of my study, there are two hundred thousand taels of silver notes. Give them all to Wei Ge. Don't let anyone else know. As for the remaining things in the mansion, they can divide them however they like."
Although the Jin family seems wealthy and magnificent now, they actually have little savings.
Ever since Jin Zhi became a general, he has distributed most of his money to the families of soldiers who died on the battlefield.
In his opinion, his subordinates sacrificed their lives for the country, so how could he, as the commander-in-chief, sit idly by and watch those orphans and widows live without support?
"Young Master! Young Master!" A hurried sound of footsteps came closer and closer.
The soldier rushed in through the door in a panic, holding a jar tightly in his hands.
"What are you doing?" The servant was furious and shouted.
He was filled with grief and indignation. The young master was dying, why did this man come to disturb him? Couldn't he just let the young master leave in peace?
"We have medicine!" the soldier panted. "The doctor said this new medicine might be able to save the general's life!"
When the servant heard this, a spark of hope instantly ignited in his eyes.
He didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly reached out to take the jar and quickly fed the medicine to Jin Zhi.
At this time, Jin Zhi was on the verge of life and death, his breath was weak. He swallowed the medicine with great difficulty and slowly closed his eyes.
"Master? Master!" The servant was so frightened that his face turned pale and his heart seemed to stop beating.
He rushed forward desperately, and felt for Jin Zhi's pulse with trembling hands.
Fortunately, the pulse is still beating!
The young master is still alive!
The servant's tense nerves relaxed instantly, he let out a long sigh, and collapsed to the ground.
He kowtowed devoutly toward the door, muttering to himself, "I beg the gods, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Jade Emperor, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, please have mercy on me and don't take my young master away. My young master is a good man, he shouldn't die, he still has a lot of things to do..."
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Jin Weige in the palace also learned the bad news that Jin Zhi was ill.
"What? Brother is so healthy, how could he suddenly fall ill?" She was shocked and stood up suddenly with a panicked look on her face.
"My lady, please don't worry. The young master is in good health and will be fine..."
Xiyue tried to comfort her, but before she could finish her words, a palace maid ran in in a panic and reported loudly, "It's bad, your Majesty! I heard that Concubine Zhao found a prescription and presented it to the emperor, saying that it could cure the epidemic, but the medicine was sent to the eldest young master instead!"
"What?" Jin Weige's emotions were out of control. "That Concubine Zhao hates me to the core and wants me to die immediately. How could she help my brother? Besides, she is a woman in the harem. What kind of effective prescription can she have? She must be trying to win credit and reward in front of the emperor and show off!"
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