At the beginning of the civil castle, the Ming God of War was a little panicked

Chapter 411 Difficult and Miscellaneous Diseases
Zhu Qizhen confessed everything he knew, but he didn't know much about many things.

The more Xu Pu listened, the more he frowned, sometimes nodding, sometimes shaking his head, and when he encountered a critical point, he took out a pen to record.

In fact, Zhu Qizhen has already regretted it.

It really shouldn't be a swollen face to pretend to be fat!
The principles and production process of circuit boards and components are far beyond the scope of my ability, and now Daming's natural science foundation is very weak. Is it too early to propose these concepts now?

In any case, the seeds of knowledge have been sown, and whether they can sprout and grow depends on you!

Xu Pu is the top talent of the younger generation in the next year. According to common sense, they will first study in the Imperial Academy for three to five years, and then enter the six yamen, or be sent to a local government, or at least be a magistrate.

However, the current situation is completely different. For a long time to come, they will disappear from people's sight and devote themselves to scientific research.

Even if they spend their whole lives, they may not be able to research results.

Zhu Qizhen was very aware of the difficulties involved, and deliberately said at the end, "Do what you can."

What he can do now is to do his best to support, no matter if he wants money or people, as long as the Academy of Sciences makes a request, the imperial court will satisfy it unconditionally.

If it can produce results, everyone will be happy, if it can't come out...

At least, the direction is right now.

Walking in the right direction may not necessarily reach the end.

However, if you can't find the right direction, you will definitely not be able to reach the end.

Looking at the back of Xu Pu turning and leaving, Zhu Qizhen silently sighed in his heart, how far Daming can go in the future depends on you!

"Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager..."

Wynn ran over panting, his face was pale, and he kept wiping his sweat.

Zhu Qizhen hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with the Queen Mother?"

"The empress dowager... is seriously ill!"

"Tell the imperial physician!"

"It has already been passed on, but the doctor Wang said that..."

"What are you talking about, can you finish it in one breath!"

"Yes!"

Wynn swallowed and said in a panic, "It's phlegm disease!"

Zhu Qizhen questioned, "phlegm?"

He originally thought that with the knowledge he possessed, even if it was an intractable disease, he would at least know something about it, but... what is this phlegm disease?

"Just now, the Empress Dowager was walking in the back garden, suddenly coughed twice, and then... fainted. The servants rushed to find the imperial doctor, but they said it was phlegm disease."

"What kind of phlegm syndrome is not phlegm syndrome, treat it quickly!"

"Reporting to the emperor, the imperial doctor said...it is not curable..."

Zhu Qizhen said angrily: "What do you mean it can't be cured?"

Wynn was so frightened that he knelt down and said almost in tears: "The Empress Dowager now has a mouthful of phlegm stuck in her throat, blocking her breathing. The imperial doctors really... have nothing to do."

"Can a mouthful of phlegm kill a person?"

"The imperial doctor said that the empress dowager has a spleen and stomach disorder, and her anger is rising. If she slowly recuperates, she can still recover, but right now, right now..."

"Okay, hurry up and take me to have a look!"

Zhu Qizhen hurriedly followed Huai En to Kunning Palace, and was about to step in when a figure flashed in front of him, and a person dressed as a court lady hurried over.

This person left in a hurry, didn't pay attention to what was in front of him, and bumped into Zhu Qizhen all of a sudden.

"oops!"

There was only a scream, and the maid was already sitting on the ground, Zhu Qizhen took a quick look, and it turned out to be Wan Zhen'er.

Wynn was so anxious that he didn't know what to do, he hurried forward to support Zhu Qizhen, and at the same time pointed at Wan Zhen'er on the ground, angrily scolded: "Bold servant, what should I do for offending the emperor?"

Only then did Wan Zhen'er see the emperor standing in front of her, she quickly got up and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.

Zhu Qizhen asked, "Why are you here?"

Wan Zhen'er sobbed, "This servant girl heard that the Empress Dowager is seriously ill, so she came here to visit her."

Zhu Qizhen asked again: "Where is the queen?"

"what……"

Wan Zhen'er was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "Damn this servant, I forgot to inform the empress..."

She was originally the girl next to the Empress Dowager Sun. She was only four years old when she entered the palace, and was arranged to be next to the Prince after she grew up. Now that she heard that the Empress Dowager was seriously ill, she ran here without even thinking about it.

"Okay, you go with me to visit the queen mother first, Wynn, you go and tell the queen."

"Yes!"

Wynn didn't dare to say a word, and hurried to Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Qizhen waved to Wan Zhen'er and said, "You follow me."

"Slave, thank the emperor!"

Wan Zhen'er wiped away her tears, and followed Zhu Qizhen to Kunning Palace.

At this time, the inside was already in chaos, and the three old doctors frowned and talked about their illnesses, shaking their heads and sighing.

"The emperor is here!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone immediately fell silent, bowing and saluting.

"Get up!"

Zhu Qizhen raised his hand, then looked at the three imperial physicians, and asked, "What happened?"

The leader was the envoy Wang Sizu, who bowed and said: "My Majesty, the empress dowager suffers from phlegm disease, and the condition is a little...serious..."

"How serious is it?"

"The phlegm in the lungs is mostly dry fire. The lungs cover the delicate organs, which are neither resistant to moisture nor dry. Dry heat hurts the lungs, the lungs are deficient in yin, and the emptiness of the fire burns gold. The liquid is refined into phlegm. For dry phlegm..."

"Don't tell me this!"

Zhu Qizhen waved his hand impatiently to stop it, and said, "Just tell me how serious it is, and how to treat it?"

"The so-called method of treating phlegm is to strengthen the soil of the spleen and dry the dampness of the spleen, which is to treat the root cause..."

Wang Sizu was about to make a long speech, but felt a chill, looked up, but found the emperor's murderous eyes, and immediately dared not say any more.

"...The empress dowager's fire is rising, a mouthful of phlegm is stuck in her throat, blocking her breathing, the situation is very urgent."

Zhu Qizhen suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "You said, what should I do?"

Wang Sizu's face was full of helplessness, and he explained: "Half a month ago, the ministers had already prescribed the medicine to the empress dowager, as long as the medicine is taken on time, the phlegm disease can be resolved, but...it needs a process, and now the empress dowager suddenly fell ill. , I have been discussing for a long time, but there is really no good plan..."

Zhu Qizhen was completely angry: "A mouthful of phlegm stumps you? What are the hospitals doing for food?"

"The emperor appeases his anger, I will wait for my death!"

Wang Sizu and others hurriedly knelt down and spoke, not even daring to breathe out.

With a dark face, Zhu Qizhen reprimanded: "I gave you salaries, not for you to plead guilty. If anything happens to the queen mother today, you can go and bury her with her!"

Wang Sizu looked terrified, and said: "Your Majesty, I have read all the ancient books, but I really can't find a cure..."

"Your Majesty, let the slaves try it!"

Everyone followed the sound, and the person who spoke was Wan Zhen'er standing behind Zhu Qizhen.

(End of this chapter)