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Chapter 517 Bringing the Dead Back to Life

Yang Tinghe's political wisdom is unpredictable, and it is a normal reaction to have doubts in his heart.

But Yang Tinghe thought about it deeply. If Zhu Hao's purpose from the beginning was to join his own camp, and he deliberately showed a gesture of resistance, then this young man is too deep and sophisticated, and this plan is too risky and artificial. How can Zhu Hao be sure? Will Yang Shen empathize with him?
Yang Tinghe felt that it was not realistic.

Then I can only think about it in a simple way, maybe it is really like what my son said, because of his embarrassing background, he only wants to be wise and protect himself?
A mere young man has nothing to do with the overall situation. Yang Tinghe didn't bother to study it deeply, so he temporarily let Zhu Hao go, thinking that he would slowly understand it later.

As a result, Yang Tinghe and his son Yang Shen temporarily relaxed their vigilance towards Zhu Hao.

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At this time, Zhu Hao was living a two-point and one-line work life.

One advantage of the Hanlin Academy is that you go late and leave early, so you can go home for dinner and take a nap at noon.

June was the hottest time, and the "Wu Zong Shilu" began to be compiled at this time, with Yang Tinghe and Jiang Mian as the chief officials in the imperial decree.

In fact, many editing affairs are in charge of Zhan Shifu’s official affairs, the Minister of Rites and Hanlin Bachelor Liu Chunlai. Liu Chun is equivalent to the practical president, and Li Tingxiang, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, is in charge. Li Tingxiang is equivalent to Yang Shen. With the status of vice president, Yang Shen wanted to use this to gain a chance of promotion and climb up to a high position in the Imperial Academy.

As Zhu Hao recently joined the Imperial Academy's History Museum, what he usually does is to help sort out the books.

Zhu Houzhao has done too many things, which ones need to be recorded, and which ones can be skipped... It needs to be explained. Everything has to be recorded in the form of year, month and day. There is no problem with the year, month, but it is usually It is recorded by the heavenly stems and earthly branches.

There are many words and deeds of the emperor that have been handed down from the palace, and most of them come from the records of the historians at that time, and all affairs of the court must be recorded.

When some famous officials in the court died, or there were matters such as tribute from foreign countries, and the results of the approval of memorials, etc., are also recorded in the "Records". Good historical archives, records can be said to be meticulous.

As someone who is familiar with history, Zhu Hao can't recite the entire "Records", but basically he has an impression of what happened in any year.

Study during the day.

In the evening, he went back to help Zhu Si review the memorials. Zhu Si did not come out of the palace every day. He could come out for two or three days in about ten or ten days. The plan to gradually regain power can only be endured as much as possible.

But seven or eight days out of ten, memorials would be sent to Zhu Hao, especially those that were not easy to review. Zhu Si was not polite at all, and had people carry them to Zhu Hao in boxes.

Recently, Zhang Zuo spent less time outside the palace. Even if he came out of the palace, he mostly went to see Yuan Zonggao.

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June fourteenth.

This day was originally an ordinary day, and Zhu Hao was going to see Su Xigui in the afternoon, which involved personnel changes in the Six Departments of Nanjing. At the same time, Su Xigui wanted to know when the bank account proposed by Zhu Hao would be established.

That morning Zhu Hao was working normally at the Imperial Academy, but he heard shouts from outside: "Something went wrong."

Zhu Hao raised his head and looked around, Yang Shen and others were not there, he and Cai Ang were the only ones in the Hanlin Xiuzhuan room struggling to sort out the manuscript.

"What's the matter?"

Cai Ang stood up and asked a question.

Zhu Hao straightened up from behind the desk that had just been installed for him in the past few days, looked out of the open window, shook his head and said, "It doesn't seem to be water... let's go out and see what's going on."

Zhu Hao and Cai Ang came out.

But I saw a few Shu Jishi running towards the house near the main office in the north, and the adjacent yard over there was the office of several scholars.

"what happened?"

Cai Ang asked a pawn he knew.

The pawn replied: "Xueshi Liu has fallen ill and is calling for an imperial physician!"

Liu Xueshi refers to Liu Chun. In history, Liu Chun's deadline is in June. Zhu Hao's heart moved, and he hurried into the courtyard with Cai Ang, but saw a group of people hurriedly carried Liu Chun out of the room. He and Yu Chengxun were not in the editing room, so they were working here.

It is obvious that Yang Shen and Yu Chengxun have jumped out of the positions of compiling and writing in the History Museum of the Imperial Academy, and their errands have greatly exceeded their current grades and positions.

"Did the doctor invite you?"

"I have already notified... Our Imperial Academy is not far from the imperial hospital, I believe the imperial physician will arrive soon!"

The yamen office of Daming Tai Hospital is located in the southwest of the Imperial Academy and south of Luanjiaku.

If you seize the time to invite people, it is estimated that you will be able to invite them back in a while.

The people who came from behind were all inquiring about the situation. Li Tingxiang, Gu Dingchen and others also came after hearing the news. A group of people surrounded Liu Chun. Zhu Hao was standing on the outside and couldn't see what was going on inside, but Yang Shen shouted violently: "Why don't we open up a place for Liu Xueshi to breathe?"

Only then did the spectators vacate one side, and Zhu Hao could finally see Liu Chun's miserable appearance.

At this time, Liu Chun lying on the ground was trembling all over, his face was pale, and one hand was pressing on his chest, but it had already begun to droop, and his lips were purple, which was obviously a symptom of a heart attack.

Li Tingxiang said: "Xueshi Liu already has a chronic chest pain, how could he have a sudden attack? Could it be that someone is angry with him?"

No one said anything.

But someone glanced at Yu Chengxun, as if Liu Chun's illness had a lot to do with Yu Chengxun.

While talking, someone shouted: "The imperial doctor is here!"

The imperial physician Wu Jie came in a hurry with a medicine boy and a medicine box. Once he arrived, he went up to check the situation and took out the silver needle for emergency treatment.

A group of people were nervous, and Liu Chun was obviously still a little conscious at this time, but he was unable to explain his situation to the imperial doctor who came.

Wu Jie did acupuncture and moxibustion for half a day, but he didn't see any improvement.

The medicine boy next to him whispered: "Hands are cold!"

Wu Jie put his head on Liu Chun's chest and listened, feeling powerless, he shook his head: "Get ready for the funeral."

It's like giving up treatment.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Hao couldn't help feeling how fragile people's life is in this era. Even if the imperial doctor's diagnosis is "chest pain", there is no way to treat this kind of myocardial infarction, and he can only watch the patient die. , mainly due to the lack of specific medicines for treatment.

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Hearing Wu Jie say "preparing for the funeral", all the people present were silent.

A real person, who said he was gone, was a great shock to the witnesses present, especially this person was the immediate boss of everyone in the Imperial Academy.

Zhu Hao trotted all the way back to the editing room in the courtyard next door, and opened the small wooden box he had put on the table. There were some things in the wooden box, some of which he was going to take as samples for Su Xigui. One is nitroglycerin.

When Zhu Hao came back, the people present were already preparing for Liu Chun's funeral.

Zhu Hao stepped forward quickly, and said loudly: "Wait a minute, let me try!"

Yang Shen stared at Zhu Hao: "What are you going to do?"

Zhu Haodao: "There is a method in my hometown, which is specially used to treat chest pain. Now Xueshi Liu is not dead, right? I want to do my best."

Yang Shen frowned, and Yu Chengxun sighed next to him: "Zhu Hao, we appreciate your kindness, but this kind of thing... the imperial doctor said no, aren't you adding trouble?"

Wu Jie is not a person who is jealous of the virtuous and capable, so he hurriedly said: "If there is a prescription, maybe you can try it."

Zhu Hao took out something in his hand, directly opened Liu Chun's mouth, stuffed it under his tongue, then half-kneeled on the ground, and began to perform cardiopulmonary compression.

Nitroglycerin, if you have a chronic disease, the effect will be greatly reduced if you eat too much, but no one has used this kind of medicine these days, maybe it will work?
Although Zhu Hao also knew that it was a bit late to take it, if he swallowed it earlier, the chances of saving his life would be greatly increased, but if the imperial physician had not sentenced him to death, Zhu Hao rashly came out and said that I have a magic medicine here, and others would treat him as a psychopath. Strange, will he be allowed to approach the patient?
If something goes wrong, others will think it was caused by you!

After Zhu Hao stuffed the medicine into Liu Chun's mouth, the cardiopulmonary resuscitation didn't stop. Once the pressure was pressed, Zhu Hao took out another piece and stuffed it into Liu Chun's mouth.

"What?"

Wu Jie was very curious about what Zhu Hao stuffed into Liu Chun's mouth. At this time, his hand was on Liu Chun's wrist, and he shook his head, "It's useless, my heart has stopped beating, don't mess around anymore!"

Zhu Hao didn't explain much.

Next to him, Yang Shen also went over to get a pulse. Sure enough, as Wu Jie said, there was no heartbeat, and any efforts would be in vain.

However, Zhu Hao knew that cardiopulmonary resuscitation for heart disease patients is very useful, and nitroglycerin is very effective in treating myocardial infarction. Now he needs to maintain a certain blood circulation in the patient by "manually" and let the medicine flow along the blood. to the obstruction.

"Crazy crazy!"

Yu Chengxun didn't know how to persuade Zhu Hao, so he wanted to pull Zhu Hao when he came up.

The people next to him also persuaded: "Zhu Zhuangyuan, don't try it, this is not a child's play..."

"cough!"

The crowd tried to persuade them, but at this time Liu Chun, who was being tossed by Zhu Hao, suddenly let out a cough.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

My heart stopped and I lost my breathing. Can I still be saved?

Taking a closer look, Liu Chun didn't open his eyes, but the cough just now came from some unknown reason. Could it be that Zhu Hao tossed his body too hard to protest after his death?

"I have a pulse!"

Wu Jie opened his eyes wide and said in shock.

Zhu Hao immediately took out the third tablet and stuffed it into Liu Chun's mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Liu Chun coughed continuously.

It was Zhu Hao who forcefully administered the medicine before, but now that he has recovered his body functions, some of the medicine reached his throat and he naturally choked.

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The Hanlin Academy was completely lively.

After Zhu Hao finished everything, he stood up profusely in sweat, and the people next to him quickly moved a chair for him. Everyone stood and watched, and only Zhu Hao sat there alone, looking at Liu Chun who was lying on the ground.

Liu Chun opened his eyes, facing the noisy group of people present, his head was a little dazed, but he vaguely remembered why he was here.

"Amazing."

Yu Chengxun's face was full of astonishment, his pupils dilated, "Can you really bring the dead back to life?"

Wu Jie rushed over and continued to give Liu Chun the needle symbolically, it seemed that Liu Chun had some credit for bringing him back to life.

"This……"

Liu Chun woke up and was able to speak, but couldn't speak clearly.

Yang Shendao: "Xueshi Liu, you had a chest paralysis attack earlier and almost died, thanks to Wu Yuan's judgment...and Zhu Hao's rescue..."

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