The news that the fat orange-headed man's illness had relapsed spread quickly, and soon everyone in the palace who needed to know knew about it.
Everyone wore a worried expression, wishing they could take their place. But only they themselves knew what they were truly thinking.
At least it didn't affect Consort Qi's ability to criticize others, Consort Jing's painting, Shen Meizhuang's handling of palace affairs, or Zhen Huan's reading...
Upon hearing this, Consort Hua couldn't wait to bring tonics to the Hall of Mental Cultivation to visit him, and Consort Yun vied with each other to serve the chubby boy his meal.
He was so annoyed that he issued an order that the concubines were not allowed to come to the Hall of Mental Cultivation without a decree, and only then did he get some peace and quiet.
Lying on the dragon bed, the fat orange man felt extremely dizzy and unwell. He tried to get up to review the memorials, but he just couldn't manage to sit up.
Su Peisheng was so anxious that he got two blisters on his lips. He took two soft pillows and leaned against the back of the big fat orange cat to make him more comfortable.
In the past, after an attack, I would be back to normal after a short rest, without much discomfort. But these past few times, I've had to stay in bed for a day or two to recover.
Su Peisheng recalled what the imperial physician had said: the emperor was no longer young, and his health was declining. In addition, his old illness had flared up, which explained his condition.
To alleviate the symptoms, besides acupuncture and medication, the most important thing is to get plenty of rest and avoid overworking the mind. But how could the emperor be willing to deal with matters of state?
Moreover, even if the emperor wanted to hand over those unimportant matters, there was no one he could trust to do so.
The Third Prince is useless, and the Fifth Prince is still too young. If something really happens to him, what will become of the country?
The fat orange's voice was somewhat weak, "Go and bring me the memorials from Guangdong and Mongolia."
"......yes."
Su Peisheng paused in his hand as he draped the quilt over the emperor, then turned around helplessly and took the things from him.
Seeing that the emperor was clearly unwell, yet still forcing himself to handle state affairs, even though he knew that further persuasion would be useless, he couldn't help but speak up.
"Your health has only just improved a little. The imperial physician said you need to rest well and not overexert yourself."
"I know, but the Qing Dynasty is currently enjoying a golden age that is not seen in a century, and it is not the time for me to shirk my duties."
"The business in Mongolia and the shipping business cannot be delayed for even a moment."
Big Fat Orange glanced at the document and felt that the words on it were moving like ants.
Before he could finish reading, his eyes began to blur, and it was as if a veil had been draped over his eyes, making it difficult to see clearly.
He had no choice but to close his eyes and rub the area between his eyebrows with two fingers. Even the Empress, who had suffered from headaches for so many years, had never experienced such a severe attack.
If this situation cannot be alleviated and continues every day, what kind of emperor is he, and what kind of government affairs are they to manage!
"Su Peisheng..."
"Your servant is here."
The chubby orange paused, seemingly hesitant.
"Is the medicine that Physician Lu mentioned truly effective in relieving pain?"
Su Peisheng's heart skipped a beat. The fact that the emperor asked at this time showed that he had something on his mind. How could he not know that the emperor had suffered terribly during these recent episodes of his illness?
But seeing that Physician Lu dared not speak directly to the Emperor, but only dared to reveal it in private, it was clear that the medicine was nothing more than a poisoned remedy.
"Your Majesty, Physician Lu also said that this medicine only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. Overuse can lead to addiction, and if the medicine is stopped, the suffering will be more than ten times greater than before."
Big Fat Orange had thought about it many times in his heart, and after weighing the pros and cons, he didn't think that getting addicted was a big deal.
"I know this headache is incurable. If this medicine is truly effective, what difference does it make whether it's addictive or not? Does it mean that even if it's not addictive, I'll use it whenever my headache flares up?"
"As long as it's not some unparalleled treasure and has no other side effects, have the Imperial Hospital prepare more so that there won't be a shortage when needed."
Su Peisheng pondered the emperor's words and realized that he was right. In any case, the imperial physicians couldn't cure this disease, and any talk of a cure was just wishful thinking.
Besides, this medicine is controlled by the imperial physicians; it's better than taking some kind of elixir...
The Emperor's legs are currently swollen, although not to the point where pressing on them leaves a deep dent that takes a long time to heal.
But it bruised easily when pressed, and it took a while for the color to return. His body is weak, and his spleen and stomach are frail; it's probably from taking those elixirs!
Having figured all this out, Su Peisheng realized that the medicine only sounded scary; it wasn't actually a big deal. However, anything intended for the Emperor needed further investigation.
"This servant understands. I will arrange for someone to take the medicine for testing to ensure that nothing goes wrong."
Big Fat Orange nodded, feeling a bit better now, and continued to lean against the headboard reading the folded paper.
He wouldn't have risked using such medicine if his headache hadn't been so severe. But as long as the imperial physician was watching over him, nothing serious should happen.
Like aconite, arsenic, and monkshood, these are all highly poisonous substances. However, if used appropriately, they can be life-saving remedies.
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Su Peisheng acted swiftly. He had just asked Physician Lu and obtained the item when he quietly inquired with many people both inside and outside the palace.
It is said that Xianggu has miraculous effects in relieving cough, pain and bleeding. It is easy to become addicted if used too much, but as long as it is taken on time, there will not be any major problems.
(There's a problem! There's a problem! There's a big problem! Do not use this on your own! Opium poppy is a type of plant, and some medicines contain this ingredient. Use this only as directed by your doctor!)
Having received replies from these renowned national-level doctors, Su Peisheng felt about 80% relieved.
Xiazi and her men searched through all the medical books, found and verified all the relevant records, and only after confirming that they were correct did they report back to Da Pangju.
The emperor summoned Physician Lu to the Hall of Mental Cultivation again, where the chubby orange cat personally questioned him for quite a while. After Physician Lu's repeated advice, the emperor finally decided to try it first.
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