Chapter 82 Pharmaceuticals
When I was a kid, I only had one bottle of medicine for my illness, and it only lasted a year. It sounds a bit pathetic.
Shen Wangshu did not give up and said, "Husband, can you let me take a look at the pill?"
Chen Ting didn't hesitate: "Of course."
Over the years, the Duke's Mansion has been looking for medicine everywhere, hoping that someone could make a medicine with the same effect. Even the best imperial physician in the palace has looked at it, but what they made in the end was either not suitable for the disease or only similar in appearance. No one has ever been able to make a medicine with exactly the same effect.
Even those alchemists who spent all day making elixirs volunteered to try it, but the things they made didn't smell right. Chen Ting once suspected that these people were trying to poison him at the emperor's instruction, but later on, nothing was done about it.
Anyway, he wouldn't die if he ran out of medicine - although the consequence was not much better than death, but Chen Ting knew this result a long time ago, so it was not too difficult to accept it.
After so many years, he had long been accustomed to the fact that there was no cure for his illness, and he no longer insisted on anything. He could even persuade his wife to be at ease: "If you have an idea, just try it. It's okay if you can't do it."
Shen Wangshu nodded, and after dinner, the two returned to the house and saw the light green pills in a jade porcelain bottle.
Chen Ting sat at the table and watched his wife put on special gloves with a serious face, pick up the small pill with a pair of small tweezers, observe and smell it seriously under the light, and couldn't help laughing: "You don't have to be so careful. If you want to experiment, it doesn't matter if you take one or two."
Without even turning his head, Shen Wangshu analyzed the ingredients from the medicinal fragrance: “How can that be possible.”
She wasn't sure she could make a replica of this thing, so one less would be wasted.
"In addition to this, there is also a bottle of medicine that can help me get through the onset of the disease safely." Chen Ting remembered something and handed her another small bottle: "The doctor has already prepared a prescription for this bottle. You can use it at will."
Shen Wangshu took a look—Sanxuecao, Datura, and Wood Chrysanthemum…all natural anesthetics.
It turns out that these drugs that can help Chen Ting safely get through the onset period are anesthetics. If it cannot be delayed, he can just take one pill and sleep for three days, right?
After checking the ingredients, she quickly lost interest and turned her attention back to the light green pill. She didn't know if it was influenced by the art of alchemy, but the doctors of the Zhou Dynasty liked to make medicine into pills. All the ingredients were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell them apart just by looking and smelling.
However, influenced by his family, Shen Wangshu could recite the taste and effects of various Chinese herbal medicines by heart when he was in elementary school. He had been immersed in pharmacology for more than ten years. He frowned and studied for a while, then hesitantly wrote down a few herbs on paper.
Chen Ting couldn't bear to see his wife feel embarrassed about this matter, so he said, "This matter doesn't need to be rushed overnight. If Ah Nian is interested, just take one."
In just one night, Shen Wangshu really couldn't figure out anything. Hearing this, he carefully put the medicine away and said solemnly: "Since you trust me so much, I will work hard to solve it as soon as possible."
The man smiled, looking at her with tenderness in his eyes: "Okay, I'll wait for you to save me."
The remaining pills in the bottle could be counted on one hand. As each pill was taken, there was one less pill. Shen Wangshu felt distressed and anxious as he looked at it, as if what was in the bottle was not medicine, but the countdown to Chen Ting's life.
Unfortunately, bandits are causing trouble at this time, and Chen Ting may have to go to war at any time and never return... How long can this medicine last?
Shen Wangshu took off his gloves, put his own set of equipment back into the cabinet, turned around and leaned into the man’s arms, muttering in a low voice: “If I had known earlier, I would have asked you earlier…”
Chen Ting trusted her more than he thought. He took such an important thing as soon as she asked. If he had asked earlier, time would not have been so tight.
Chen Ting looked at the depressed, furry head of the person in his arms, and his heart softened: "Madam, don't worry too much about me. This disease has been with me for more than 20 years. I have been used to it for a long time."
"But this is your weakness anyway. If someone with ulterior motives knew about it..." Shen Wangshu didn't want to imagine the consequences. Chen Ting was her biggest backer in this world, and he must not be easily defeated!
She said firmly: "I must cure you."
Having said that, the thought that I had thought about countless times in my mind suddenly came out: "Next time you have an attack, can you let me observe from the side?"
"No." Chen Ting refused. He sighed in his heart: "My illness is very scary. No one has ever seen it. Even my confidants can only wait outside."
"Those people are all highly skilled in martial arts, and they are not able to handle them, let alone you."
"You...must not be around me."
Chen Ting didn't know what he would do when he was not in his right mind, but the lessons he learned in his childhood told him that he didn't want to hurt her even if there was the slightest possibility.
After putting away the medicine bottle, Chen Ting picked up the unhappy young lady and carried her to the bed. He bent down and kissed her cheek, and said gently, "Rest, madam."
Chen Wangshu never liked sleeping with him cuddled in the summer nights, but tonight she took the initiative to nestle in the man's arms. Perhaps she was influenced by him, feeling a little uneasy and anxious, and her bright eyes refused to close in the darkness.
The more familiar the two of them got with each other, the more Shen Wangshu could feel that the incurable disease was not a taboo in Chen Ting's heart and could not be mentioned at all. It was just that for some reason... perhaps he didn't trust him enough, so he refused to say it.
"If you can't be with me, can you tell me about the symptoms when the disease occurs?" She asked desperately, "How terrible is it?"
What kind of evil disease is this? Is there anything more shameful than impotence? ......It can't be that you are really impotent, right?
"......"
Chen Ting pretended not to hear.
When Shen Wangshu wanted to ask again, the man came over and sealed her words with a kiss, sucking her lips hard to prevent her from speaking.
This method was very effective. After it happened a few times, the young lady went to sleep with her back to him in anger.
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