A tour of Japan's Warring States Period

Xiaoping was too quick-witted and quick-handed. He was already sitting in front of Yamauchi Yoshiharu, so he moved in and immediately stepped forward to support Yamauchi Yoshiharu.

Looking at Yamauchi Yoshiharu's appearance, he must have had another stroke because of the surge of energy and blood!

The boss stared at Xiao Pingtai with wide eyes, revealing various indescribable emotions.

"Doctor, go and ask for Doctor Nagata." Xiao Pingta even yelled out in a roaring voice.

Oishi Saburo got up quickly and rushed out to find Nagata Tokumoto. If Yamauchi Yoshiji was so angry that he died, then even committing seppuku would not be enough to atone for his sin.

Koheita rested his head on Yamauchi Yoshiji's neck, tilting his head, and put his ear close to Yamauchi Yoshiji's mouth to listen to see if his throat was breathing smoothly.

It didn't take long for Nagata Tokumoto to come over. With just one glance at Yamauchi Yoshiharu, Nagata Tokumoto's forehead wrinkled into the character "Sichuan". Even in modern times, a second stroke is almost fatal, let alone Japan in the 16th century when medical treatment was extremely lacking. 【Note 1】

Despite this, Nagata Tokumoto still tried his best to administer acupuncture, trying to suppress the massive bleeding in Yamauchi's brain, control the condition, and save Yamauchi's life.

Koheita and Oishi Saburo stared nervously at Yamauchi Yoshiji's situation. Slowly, Yamauchi Yoshiji's breathing calmed down.

Nagata Tokumoto checked Yamauchi Yoshiji's pulse again, but his face didn't show anything.

"You two adults, please go out. Your Highness needs to rest." Nagata Tokumoto stood up and asked the two of them to go out.

After exiting the door and closing the barrier door, Nagata Tokumoto's expression changed drastically. Soon his expression turned solemn and sad, and he spoke softly to Heita Xiao.

"I'm afraid His Highness will be here in a moment. The humble monk can only guarantee tonight."

As soon as Koheita covered Oishi Saburo who was about to scream, he didn't expect that everything he predicted would happen.

Oishi Saburo struggled for a while, and suddenly seemed to have lost all his strength and collapsed. His eyes became hollow, his hands dropped to the ground, stunned.

Seeing his appearance, Kodaira simply threw him to Nagata Tokumoto. Quickly walking out of the annex, dozens of people kneeling at the door were still kneeling there, unaware of what was going on inside the building.

"Can you ride a horse? Stand up if you know how!"

Xiaoping Tai Nai was appointed and entrusted by the Yamauchi clan, and Fu Yu, the governor of the Yamauchi clan, who doesn't know him? As soon as he asked the question, more than a dozen people stood up and looked at Xiao Pingtai in confusion.

"Now, each of us has a horse. Go back to the mansion and invite all the important ministers to come to Juchang to discuss the fall of the bastard city."

"If you can't handle this kind of thing again, don't come back to see His Highness and deal with it yourself."

Xiaoping spoke harshly and scolded these people. Instead, the gang came to life, jumping up one by one and leading the horses. Those who can't ride a horse put on new straw sandals, put up lanterns in front of the horses to light the way, and go together to invite people.

They thought they were summoning their retainers to discuss the fall of the Eighth Prince. The loss of the 20,000-gu territory was a huge event for any daimyo. Of course it is worth summoning the important ministers overnight to discuss and make a decision.

And Koheita returned to the museum again, and Nagata Tokumoto was staring at Yamauchi Yoshiharu. In addition to acupuncture, Nagata Tokumoto also prescribed a prescription. Fortunately, I had prepared in advance, and the medicinal materials were all ready. There were attendants who went to get the medicine and make a decoction.

"I have sent people to invite the ministers. It will take at least an hour to get to Komachi. Is there no problem?"

Kodaira Taifuer and Nagata Tokumoto asked, a horse can't run fast at night in winter, and one hour is already the fastest. It may even take longer, and Nagata Tokumoto needs to try his best to delay it.

"Try your best." Nagata Tokumoto answered lightly and quickly.

Xiao Pingtai left the hall again, gathered the servants in the hall, and identified them one by one. Finally, he found an old servant who was over forty years old. Xiaoheita had some impression that this person should be an old family member of Murakami Yoshimitsu, an old man who had served the Yamauchi family with the Murakami family for thirty years.

"Zuo Mayun is at my house. Give him this letter. Do you understand? You have half an hour to arrive at the house!"

The old man nodded, stuffed the letter into his arms, held a burning pine torch, and disappeared in a flash. In the past, Xiao Pingtai always looked down on the running skills of these low-level soldiers, but he didn't expect that they could actually use them now.

The letter of course asked Murakami Yoshimitsu to carry Yamauchi Taro to Komaba overnight, preferably without attracting the attention of others.

Every minute and second after that began to become unbearable. Koheita looked at Yamauchi Yoshiharu lying on the couch and kept staring at his nose. Even if he stopped beating for a millisecond, Koheita's heart would rise to his throat.

The attendant prepared the decoction and brought it over. Nagata Tokumoto took a sip first, which still burned his mouth. So after blowing for a while, Xiaoheita helped Yamauchi Yoshiharu and fed him.

After drinking the medicine, Yamauchi Yoshiji's complexion improved a little, and some of his color recovered from the paleness of gold paper.

"Ah, Heita-chan, is Taro here?" Yamauchi Yoshiji opened his eyes, grabbed Heita-chan's hand, and asked if Taro Yamauchi had arrived.

"I've secretly sent someone to invite you, and they'll be here soon."

Xiaoping knew too well that Yamauchi Yoshiji's return to glory had begun, and the last moment of his life had begun.

Yamauchi Yoshiji nodded, and his originally stern face suddenly softened.

"I'm going to meet Tochi-in, Luen-in, and the ancestors of the Yamauchi clan soon. I want to be able to face them after I have built such a family fortune in my life."

"I wonder if Habayashi is waiting for me at the Hirasaka Sanjuku River. He is a filial child."

"When I was fifteen years old, I first attacked Ichinomiyayama Castle of the Fujisawa clan. I captured two enemy generals in the first battle, and it only took half an hour to defeat the city. I thought I would capture all the armored letters and Fusui Kaido. Carry forward the legacy of our ancestors and promote Ashikaga’s reputation.” [Note 2]

"Now I know that I'm afraid I won't survive tonight, but it's a pity that Taro is so young and surrounded by heroes from the Eastern Kingdom. It's difficult for non-heroes to gain a foothold."

"Xiao Heita, you have the talent to govern the country and bring peace to the country. No matter where you go, you will not be buried. It is my fault that you are left in the mountains of Shinano."

"Wakataro can be helped, I hope you can try your best to help him. Wakataro cannot be supported, he is Yulin's blood after all."

Yamauchi Yoshiharu actually shed tears as he spoke. The hand that was originally extremely weak burst out with great strength and firmly held Xiao Pingtai's hand. For the first time, his cloudy eyes showed a trace of prayer, extremely sincere.

Xiaopingtai took three steps back, knelt down on his knees, and bowed to the ground in a respectful manner, nine times.

"I don't dare to exert all my strength and loyalty to my chastity, and then die!"

[Note 1]: The author once read a gynecological and childbirth medical book reprinted in Japan during the Xianfeng period, and it actually included caesarean section! In other words, before 1860, when this medical book was first published, Japan had surgery in the modern sense.

[Note 2]: When I was sixteen, I won a great victory. I felt in that moment I would live to be a hundred. Now I know I shall not see thirty. None of us know our end, really, or what hand will guide us there. A king may move a man, a father may claim a son, but that man can also move himself, and only then does that man truly begin his own game. Remember that howsoever you are played or by whom, your soul is in your keeping alone, even though those who presume to play you be kings or men of power. When you stand before God, you cannot say, “But I was told by others to do thus,” or that virtue was not convenient at the time. This will not suffice. Remember that.