Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

Chapter 2 Zhu Yuanzhang is numb!

Chapter 2 Zhu Yuanzhang is numb!
Anyone who could become an imperial doctor in the early Ming Dynasty naturally had two skills.

Whether it is from the perspective of medical ethics or Hu Weiyong's power, if the imperial doctor of the Taiyuan Hospital does not want to take advantage of the situation, he will have to work hard this time.

Seeing the imperial doctor leaving in a hurry, if Hu Weiyong hadn't hindered Hu Yi's presence, he would have jumped up and down, cheered twice, and then bounced on the bed a few times to show off his excitement.

Damn, it’s so exciting!

If there wasn't such a real wound on the back of the head, how could he have fooled the imperial doctor?
If he can't fool the imperial doctor, given Lao Zhu's temperament, he might be tempted by some tricks.

It's fine now, but it really hurt my head.

If we put it in modern times, once all kinds of instruments in the hospital are passed by, there will naturally be nothing to hide.

But in this era, when doctors can only rely on their observation, hearing, hearing, and accumulated experience to make judgments, it would be strange if they could figure out Hu Weiyong's illness.

No, the imperial doctor who returned to the Imperial Hospital was sweating profusely and arguing with a group of colleagues while holding a pile of ancient books.

When Hu Weiyong was injured and unconscious, there were more than one or two people who went to the Hu Mansion to have a personal diagnosis.

Now when they heard about Hu Weiyong's situation from Dr. Li, who came back today, everyone suddenly became worried.

Trauma is easy to talk about!

Even if the injury is on the head, there are many trauma experts in the hospital, and they can recover after being kept and recuperated for a period of time.

But the dizziness, abnormal noises and other problems mentioned by Hu Weiyong gave the imperial doctors a headache.

This...this...the master didn't teach it, and it wasn't written in the book.

So much so that after much discussion, the final result turned out to be a retreat!
That’s right, it’s a retreat!
Faced with such difficult and complicated diseases, the final solution Yiying came up with was to rest.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was so motivated that he directly killed the Taiyuan Hospital, looked at the group of people in front of him and seemed a little angry.

"You have always said how capable you are, and you have convinced us that you are dead and dead. Now that Hu Weiyong is injured, you just let him lie at home like this?"

The old saying goes that an emperor would kill a million people in anger, and it is even more in vain to talk about a fierce man like Zhu Yuanzhang who led a group of old brothers to conquer the world.

Suddenly, his brows became frowned and his face became stern, and a group of imperial doctors really couldn't bear it.

The point is, it doesn’t sound nice to say.

They really brag about their medical skills.

After all, to be a royal doctor, if you want to have a high status, you have to be well-known. So how often do you have to say a few words about it on weekdays?
Now, it’s good to meet someone more serious.

So Yi Ying, the imperial doctor, had no choice but to explain Hu Weiyong's condition with a grimace, and then also explained their difficulties.

The injury was real. It was easy to describe the external injury, but there was nothing they could do about the internal condition other than resting.

Hearing these words, Zhu Yuanzhang's frown almost doubled.

We are a prime minister and a close confidant, but because of a fall, we can only stay at home and be idle?
How can this be?

As a farmer, Zhu Yuanzhang instinctively regarded all his ministers as his own farm workers.

Now the most capable long-term workers actually have to go home to rest and stop working?

How can this work.

So Lao Zhu didn't care how ugly the imperial doctors' faces were, he just said one word anyway.

"We don't care what you think of, you have to heal Hu Weiyong's injury anyway!"

"If the errand is done well, we will reward you, but if it is not done well, don't blame me for being too ruthless!"

After saying that, he ignored the pale-faced imperial doctors, turned around, and strode out of the Tai Hospital.

Lao Zhu, who was thinking about Hu Weiyong, never imagined that he was sitting in the bedroom with a worried look on his face, staring at the pen and ink in front of him in a daze.There was a piece of white paper placed on the table in front of me, which read, "I, Hu Weiyong, bow to the Holy Annals. I suddenly encountered something yesterday..."

Obviously this is a memorial written to Lao Zhu.

To put it bluntly, Hu Weiyong has just one idea right now.

Resign, resign quickly!
The later you are, the more risk you will have. Resign early and enjoy it early!

Just writing about Hu Weiyong felt wrong.

He has perfectly inherited the memory of his predecessor. Isn't this word written a little too well?

This doesn't look like an excerpt written by a terminally ill person.

If Lao Zhu saw the clues and dismissed Zhezi's words, wouldn't it be a small gain but a big loss?
It’s inappropriate, it’s too inappropriate!
Rewrite!

Thinking of this, Hu Weiyong rolled up the copy he had written before without hesitation, raised his pen and started writing seriously again.

This time it was difficult to write.

You know, it's not easy to write well, but it's not too difficult either. You just have to be careful one stroke at a time.

But who would have thought that it would take too much effort to write well and naturally.

An entire hour passed before Hu Weiyong finished writing the memorial of only [-] words in front of him.

At this point, you have to ignore the several obvious smudges of ink on it and the large and small handwriting on it.

If normal rules were followed, it would be impossible to leave the room looking like this, and it would be embarrassing to be considered a draft.

But now Hu Weiyong picked up these two pieces of paper with great satisfaction, folded them carefully, and stuffed them into the memorial book.

He called Hu Yi, who had been waiting outside, and asked him to be sent to the palace as soon as possible.

Then, Hu Weiyong lay down on the bed again with a smile.

The rest depends on how Lao Zhu responds.

The urgent memorandum written by the Prime Minister to His Majesty when he was seriously ill was immediately delivered to Zhu Yuanzhang, who was working overtime to deal with state affairs, even at night.

And Zhu Yuanzhang was not hesitant and opened the memorial immediately.

As a result, at a glance, Zhu Yuanzhang was not feeling well.

Mom, our long-term worker, oh, no, the prime minister is resigning?

To be honest, Zhu Yuanzhang had quite complicated views on Hu Weiyong.

On the one hand, Hu Weiyong is indeed outstanding in ability, and he is a fellow from Fengyang. He has definitely made meritorious service after going through ups and downs all the way.

But on the other hand, as Hu Weiyong's position became higher and higher, especially after he became the prime minister below this person and above ten thousand people.

Seeing Hu Weiyong's appearance of responding to hundreds of calls and making decisions with one word, Zhu Yuanzhang, who had just been emperor for a few years, was particularly reluctant to respond.

No, you, being the prime minister, are as good as me being the emperor.

Therefore, he actually had a vague idea of ​​deposing the prime minister system at this time.

That's right, a ruthless person like Lao Zhu didn't want to target Hu Weiyong alone. He wanted to get rid of it once and for all.

Therefore, after Hu Weiyong became prime minister, Lao Zhu praised Hu Weiyong very highly both inside and outside.

In fact, the only idea was to sit back and watch Hu Weiyong become bigger and more rampant, and then justifiably clean up both his people and his position.

But now the plan has just begun, Hu Weiyong quits!
What should I do with this special girl?

Is it possible that another prime minister will come up and praise him again?
A headache!
(End of this chapter)