Ming He saw that he couldn't persuade the master, so he shook his head helplessly and made Qi Yun a pot of refreshing tea. Then he went downstairs to take a nap: "Master, if you have anything, come to my room and call me."
Qi Yun nodded slightly upon hearing this, his attention still focused on the herbs on the table. He was naturally energetic and would not feel sleepy even if he only slept for five or six hours.
What's more, now that the imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Bureau are ostracizing him, he simply gave up the good job of taking the pulses of the noble ladies in the harem.
Now in the Imperial Medical Service, Qi Yun is not in charge of major matters. Minor matters are handled by medical officers (resident doctors), assistant resident doctors, and interns, so he does not need to supervise them personally.
Qi Yun could just sit in the Imperial Hospital every day and receive a salary. Compared to his previous life's tough medical career where he had to do both scientific research and training, this was simply too good to be true!
Right now, he is concentrating on studying prescriptions. The doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau refuse to discuss with him, and they ignore him when he has questions to ask.
However, his father is a retired physician from the Imperial Medical Bureau, and Zhang Xiaopang can communicate with people in modern society. If Qi Yun has any questions, he can ask Xiaopang to ask the doctors his father knows, but the answers will be slower.
These imperial doctors isolated Qi Yun simply to give him some peace and quiet.
Through these days of hard work, combined with ancient and modern medical knowledge, Qi Yun has already developed a rough prescription for the epidemic. However, there are still a few herbs that need to be adjusted to make the medicine more effective and reduce side effects.
As the night deepened, Zhou Jushan quietly sneaked into Qi Yun's room.
The window creaked open, and Qi Yun knew without even looking up that the deputy monitor had arrived.
"How's it going over there?"
The "over there" that Qi Yun was referring to was the cold palace.
The epidemic is spreading rapidly in the palace now, and I don’t know if Xin Ningyu can withstand it.
"After more than a month of your treatment, Imperial Concubine Ying's old illness has finally improved. However..."
Zhou Jushan took off his eunuch's veil and said with an annoyed look, "Concubine Rou gave me a sachet and asked my men to give it to Concubine Ying when they deliver epidemic prevention supplies to the cold palace."
"The sachet was wrapped in many layers of thick cloth, and Concubine Rou also told me not to touch it."
Qi Yun looked up when he heard this: "Then there must be a ghost."
"I suspect it's a personal scent sachet used by someone in the palace who contracted the plague, and it's been sitting untouched in the utility room."
This was exactly what Zhou Jushan was worried about: "But judging by the time, Concubine Rou should be urging me."
Qi Yun put down the doctor's standard ballpoint pen in his hand: "Rou Fei really doesn't take human life seriously."
Although he knew calligraphy and the original owner also had muscle memory, a ballpoint pen was still the most convenient, so Qi Yun asked Jiang Lili to deliver a ballpoint pen and draft paper to him.
"I'm in a real dilemma right now. If I do what she says, Concubine Ying will most likely die."
Zhou Jushan took the ballpoint pen on Qi Yun's desk and turned it around. He wanted to see what Qi Yun had just written, but the draft paper was full of abstract symbols, as difficult to read as the doctor's handwriting in the medical record.
This handwriting clearly shows that he is an attending physician.
Zhou Jushan gave up and continued to complain: "If I don't do as she says, even if Concubine Ying doesn't get the plague, she will find someone to kill her and lose her trust in me."
"I definitely won't attack Concubine Ying. I'll find a way to stall Concubine Rou."
Qi Yun's brows furrowed when he heard this. The symptoms of the epidemic in the palace this time were coughing, fever, hoarseness, dry and bleeding noses. Perhaps...
"Wait, I can make a medicine for Concubine Ying to take, and pretend that Concubine Ying is suffering from an epidemic."
The squad leader thought so and soon an idea came to his mind.
If you mix several tonics, you can also achieve the symptoms of hoarseness, hot body, dry and bleeding nose.
Thinking of this, the squad leader's plan was already taking shape in his mind: "What kind of sachet did Concubine Rou give you?"
Zhou Jushan shook his head: "I haven't dared to open it yet."
Qi Yun knew Zhou Jushan's concerns: "Go to Li Li to ask for some protective gear. Then open the package that Concubine Rou gave you. Take a picture of the sachet and send it to the group. Ask Xiaopang to customize a similar one and send it over for Concubine Ying to wear."
"OK."
Zhou Jushan gritted his teeth and looked like he was determined to give it a try.
Qi Yun found Zhou Jushan's fearless attitude amusing and said, "Actually, I've already developed a prescription for curing the epidemic, but it has a lot of side effects."
"Besides, it's very convenient for me to treat you with modern medicine. I won't let you die, don't worry."
When Zhou Jushan heard that Qi Yun had already developed a rough prescription for the treatment of the epidemic, he knelt down and said, "Squad Leader, it has to be you!"
His eyes rolled, "Wait, I suddenly have a good idea that can make your prescription work with extraordinary results."
Zhou Jushan and Qi Yun whispered for a while, and Qi Yun looked up at Zhou Jushan: "That's a good idea."
The squad leader rarely praised others, so Zhou Jushan was extremely happy to be praised by the squad leader: "With the two of us, one squad leader and one deputy squad leader, in the palace, it's really a double sword combination, invincible in the world."
Early the next morning, Jiang Lili received a message from Zhou Jushan, saying that he needed protective clothing, KN95 masks, gloves, and tongs.
After Zhang Xiaopang purchased the supplies, Jiang Lili sent a red envelope to Zhou Jushan: "What are you doing? You're hiding so tightly, I thought you were the director of the Imperial Hospital. Are you preparing to go deep into the epidemic battlefield?"
【@周居善: Wearing it secretly at night means you're doing something big. 】
@Jiang Lili: Could Eunuch Zhou reveal a few things?
@周居善: If nothing unexpected happens, Concubine Ying will be released from the cold palace soon.
Jiang Lili was shocked. Has Zhou Jushan become so powerful in the harem that he can rescue someone from the cold palace?
She narrowed her eyes, considering the epidemic in the palace and the fact that the judge was secretly helping Concubine Ying, and speculated: "Could it be that the judge has developed a prescription to cure the epidemic and wants my aunt to contribute this life-saving prescription to gain merit?"
@周居善: I've noticed your little brain is pretty quick, and you're pretty close to the point.
@Jiang Lili: But my aunt is in the cold palace. How can I reasonably offer this prescription?
Zhou Jushan kept it a secret: [Just wait and see!]
Jiang Lili replied: [Let’s wait and see.]
It was breakfast time for the convicts. After Jiang Lili "delivered" the goods to Zhou Jushan, she took a bite of the soup dumplings in the bowl, and heard Yang Yunzhao, who was giving He Jing a morning lesson, scolding the student in a loud voice.
"Wait a minute, don't be impatient, the get out of class isn't over yet, I'll delay for another cup of tea."
Jiang Lili saw that after He Jing heard this, the expression on his face was as painful as if he was in prison.
Yang Yunzhao said that He Jing's memory is better and he can concentrate on learning in the morning, so he arranged a class in the morning. Perhaps because he felt that He Jing's foundation was too poor, Yang Yunzhao always kept the class for a while longer when teaching.
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