Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 11 You will vomit even if you drink!
"Your Majesty, the prince and princess are young and easily infected by the empress at this time. Please retreat temporarily. It would be more appropriate to come back in three days." Fan Zheng said firmly.

Li Shimin raised his brows, but still leaned down: "Listen to what you said, the pheasant slave will take the son and the others to leave for the time being, and come back in three days. By then, Auntie must be well enough to play with the slave and the son."

With tears in his eyes, Li Zhi crossed his hands to Fan Zheng: "Please do your best, sir."

Fan Zheng crossed his hands in return: "The prince has orders, Fan Zheng must obey."

Li Zhi replied instinctively: "I have been crowned King of Jin."

Fan Zheng hastily added: "Follow the king's instruction."

Hey, it's really surprising that the emperor who will break the rules frequently in the future is so strict.

Could it be that later, it grew crooked?
The imperial edicts of the emperor are called Zhi and Chi, the queens and princes are called orders, and the princes and princesses are called Jiao. This point, Fan Zheng, who is dangling half a foot in the public gate, still understands this.

Li Zhi left, and the venison porridge arrived. Although Empress Changsun felt a lot of discomfort, she still ate a little bit, but her breathing became more stable, at least the wheezing in her lungs was not so scary.

Fan Zheng knew it all, and ordered Shangshi to take seven melon stalks, grind them into coarse powder, mix them with half a bowl of cold water, and clear them to get clear juice.

The imperial physician next to him opened his mouth, but made no sound.

Either way, this thing won't hurt the Queen.

Since both the Shangyao Bureau and the Imperial Medical Bureau were at a loss, they had to try their folk remedies anyway.

A small half of the bowl of juice was shaking in the bowl, and Shangshi handed it to the queen's bedside. Empress Changsun was about to take a sip, but she heard Fan Zheng's order: "Don't sip, you must drink it up."

Whether it is a medical worker or a monk, they all admire Fan Zheng very much at this moment.

What is your status, what is your status, and how you can drink it.

Why do you have such a big face?

In charge of the sky, the earth, and the air, I would like to honor you as the first iron grassman in the Tang Dynasty.

Empress Changsun hesitated a little, but she still drank it all in one gulp.

After all, things are made according to Fan Zheng's orders, but the whole process is Shangshi Bureau's classic medicines and palm medicines, which are manually ground and blended. The ingredients are single and there is no harm, so even Shangshi's first taste is saved.

Empress Changsun's beautiful face suddenly twisted into a ball, and her closed mouth opened: "I am also suffering!"

The melon stalk juice was extremely bitter and difficult to swallow, otherwise Fan Zheng would not have insisted on Empress Changsun swallowing it in one gulp.

Because, with a sip, I tasted the first sip, and often didn't have the courage to taste the second.

Li Shimin comforted in a hurry: "The good medicine tastes bitter, and Guanyin's servant girl will bear with it."

Empress Changsun's body suddenly arched and twitched faintly, and the maid rushed to meet her with a copper basin.

Amidst the violent vomiting, pieces of sticky phlegm fell into the basin one after another. The phlegm was like glue. Judging from the amount, it was no less than a bowl!
Observe its color, some sputum blocks have dried into off-white film.

With so much phlegm stuck in the body, no wonder it feels so uncomfortable.

Li Shimin quickly tapped his wife on the back to help her recover her breathing quickly, with a strong look of joy in her eyes.

After a long time, Empress Changsun sat up straight, feeling her chest loosened and her breathing calmed down a lot.

"This sputum should not be poured into running water, so as not to infect others. Find a remote place, dig a hole and bury it in the soil. If it is convenient, then set it on fire."

Well, Fan Zheng is not a medical engineer, so he doesn't know the specific treatment method, so he can only generalize such a method, and he doesn't know whether it is correct or not.

Shangyao Bureau Feng Yu gritted his teeth and stepped forward, crossed his hands and said, "Brother Fangzheng, you have contributed a lot to the Queen's ability to spit out accumulated phlegm. But I don't understand why this juice has such an effect?"

Fan Zheng smiled: "Shangguan, the villain is not a medical worker and doesn't understand medical principles. However, the bitter stalk of melon is good for inducing vomiting. After three days, I will have to rely on you to arrange a recuperation prescription."

Feng Yu thought about it, if it tasted bitter, it would be easy to induce vomiting, so he readily agreed.

The point is, Fan Zheng's last sentence was nice, which at least left them room.

Reaching out his hand to grab the extra melon stalk on the side, Feng Yu took a bite, tears came out bitterly.

Mother, this is much more bitter than medicine soup!

No wonder the queen vomits, even if you drink it!

"Three times a day, one dose each time, one course of treatment every three days. After a course of treatment, if it is stable, let the imperial doctors take over the care." Fan Zheng chose to let go.

[Medical cases in Zhang Gao's "Medical Theory" in the Southern Song Dynasty]

In fact, the biggest difficulty in Empress Changsun's condition is the accumulation of phlegm.

There is phlegm in the chest cavity, and the sound of breathing naturally brings wheezing.

"You little Fangzheng can restore the queen's body. This great achievement is not an exaggeration to reward a ninth-rank official." Li Shimin laughed, and his smile was rare and kind.

In the Tang Dynasty, don't underestimate a ninth-rank official who has just entered the rank, there are countless foreign officials who are envious of him.

Under the exile of foreign officials, it is the turn of the petty officials to be greedy.

Fan Zheng hesitated for a moment: "Your Majesty loves you so much, Fan Zheng is ashamed. Well, can you change the reward method?"

Li Shimin expressed surprise, there are still people in this world who don't want to be officials?
How good it is to be an official, even if you don't stretch out your hands indiscriminately, the salary, job field, and the convenience of being invisible can make people go up to a higher level immediately.

"Dunhuafang has more than [-] mouths. I would like to ask Your Majesty to give Dunhuafang enough medicinal materials to prevent epidemics. It is best to mix them well." Fan Zheng struggled for a while, but chose to give up his official position.

There is no need to deliberately mention such righteous things. Fan Zheng can only say that knowing that there may be an epidemic, if he does not choose to do his best to prevent and control it, he will not get over his heart.

As for the official position, hey, you can't have both, even if it hurts your heart, you must give it up.

"The square is upright and virtuous, and you can bestow essay officials and medicine."

Empress Changsun, whose breath had stabilized, uttered these few words lightly.

Don't look at Empress Changsun who doesn't usually do politics, but when she opens her mouth, it's hard to say on the military side, and civil servants have to sell her some face.

When Li Shimin was in a difficult situation, it was thanks to Empress Changsun who interceded in front of Emperor Taizu Taiwu that he was relieved a little. It is conceivable how Li Yuan admired the character of his second daughter-in-law.

Since the year of Zhenguan, Empress Changsun has contributed a lot to Li Shimin's ability to regain the clandestine civil servants.

When it comes to government affairs, Empress Changsun also has extraordinary views. She is talented as a minister, but she refuses to take part in politics, and only checks for her husband behind her back.

Li Shimin suddenly realized: "That's right, order Fan Zheng to be the head of the workshop, and order the Minister of the Ministry of Officials to give him the title of a general under the ninth rank. In addition, order the Imperial Medical Office to prepare the medicinal materials needed for Dunhua Workshop."

Below the sixth rank, the appointment of general officials is granted by decree, and the appointment of court officials and worship officials is granted by imperial edict.

Li Shimin suddenly came to his senses, pointing his halberd at Fan Zheng: "Say, what are you doing with anti-epidemic medicines!"

Fan Zheng was helpless: "Just in case!"

The prevention and control of the epidemic is a big problem these days. It is no problem to buy medicinal materials from several families, but the medicinal materials from 5000 people will definitely alarm the emperor, so it is better to ask for them directly here.

(End of this chapter)