I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 563 Illness
Zhu Houxuan understood Chen Hong's intention and asked him to announce it to the world in the name of Zhu Houzhao, officially establishing him as the heir to the throne.

"This won't do much good," Zhu Houxuan said after a pause. "Those who support us will support us even without this edict. As my brother is in a coma and can't get up to take care of things, those who oppose us won't recognize the edict even if they receive it."

Given Zhu Houzhao's current situation, if he issued such an edict at this time, it would definitely be regarded as a forged edict by his opponents.

"But we can't just do nothing," said Chen Hong.

Zhu Houxuan was about to say something else when there was a hurried knock on the door.

Chen Hong opened the door and saw a servant standing outside. He said anxiously, "Your Majesty just coughed up a lot of blood."

Zhu Houxuan stood up suddenly and walked quickly towards Zhu Houzhao's bedroom.
When he arrived at the bedroom, five or six imperial doctors had gathered there, taking turns to diagnose the pulse of the unconscious Zhu Houzhao. The bloodstains on a changed quilt were shocking.
"How is His Majesty's condition now?" Zhu Houxuan asked in a deep voice.

Five or six doctors exchanged glances and recommended one of them to say, "Your Majesty, the King of Wu, your Majesty fell into the water in the cold winter. He was terrified and choked on the water and injured his lungs. The most troublesome thing now is that the fever has not subsided. Your humble officials are not well-educated and have no good solution for your Majesty's current condition."

Fever means having a fever.

Zhu Houxuan's face became even worse, but he did not get angry with these doctors, because he knew it was useless to get angry. These doctors were only capable of so much.
Moreover, Zhu Houxuan himself did not trust the medical skills of that era. Even the "Compendium of Materia Medica" had not been written in that era, and Li Shizhen was just a little kid of twelve or thirteen years old. By the way, Li Shizhen was from Qizhou.

"Let me see your prescription." Zhu Houxuan said.

The imperial doctors hurriedly presented the prescription. Zhu Houxuan took it and began to read it. The more he read, the more he frowned, which made the imperial doctors very frightened.
"Remove these medicines." Zhu Houxun said, pointing at a few medicines on the prescription.

Zhu Houxuan didn't know any medical skills, but before he traveled through time, he knew which medicines were more burdensome to the human body. The medicines he just pointed out were of this kind. There were also some strange medicines, which were even more useless.
After reading the prescription, Zhu Houxuan was sure that the imperial doctors had no better solution, because most of the medicines in this prescription were warming and tonic medicines. The imperial doctors just wanted to do their best to maintain Zhu Houzhao's physical condition, but from the actual situation, the result was contrary to their wishes, and Zhu Houzhao's condition was constantly deteriorating.

"But." After hearing this, one of the doctors wanted to say something, but was quickly stopped by other doctors.
If they do what Zhu Houxuan says, they won't be held responsible if something goes wrong later.
The doctors left, and Zhu Houxuan sat beside Zhu Houzhao and quietly looked at him in a coma. Zhu Houzhao looked pale, without a trace of blood on his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he could still feel the pain in his body even in the coma.
Zhu Houxuan was filled with sadness. It had been twenty years since the two had first met in the fifth year of Zhengde. Every detail of their time together flashed through his mind.
Zhu Houzhao is a very suitable person to be friends with. In the past 20 years, Zhu Houzhao has given him the greatest degree of trust and everything he wanted. It can be said that the two of them have supported each other to reach this height today.
During these twenty years of getting along, it is impossible for Zhu Houxuan to have no feelings for Zhu Houzhao. The brotherhood between them is very deep.
In fact, according to the fragmented medical knowledge Zhu Houxuan had acquired before traveling through time, the cause of Zhu Houzhao's current illness was lung damage caused by choking on water, which in turn led to pneumonia. Pneumonia caused Zhu Houzhao to have a low-grade fever and remained in a coma. Moreover, Zhu Houzhao's pneumonia was constantly getting worse, and now he began to cough up blood. The final result was likely to be death from respiratory failure.
This is a very painful way to die.
In real history, Zhu Houzhao fell into the water in late September, and he was in the south. But now he fell into the water in the middle of winter. His illness came more rapidly and seriously. In just one month, he was already in a state of no return.
In fact, Zhu Houxuan's condition is very easy to treat in modern times. Just find a clinic and give him some antibiotics to cure pneumonia. If pneumonia can be cured, the persistent low-grade fever will disappear, the coma will also be improved, and then he can eat and recuperate.
But where can we find antibiotics in this era? Zhu Houxuan has invested money in research since he first crossed over, but after twenty years of research, there is still no result.
Thinking of this, Zhu Houxuan felt even sadder. This feeling of powerlessness was too painful.
Looking at the unconscious Zhu Houzhao, Zhu Houxun felt more and more uncomfortable. He suddenly thought of a group of culprits in the city that had not been dealt with. The discomfort and sadness in his heart suddenly turned into anger.
Over the years, he has always been kind to others and rarely gave orders to kill people. Most of the time, he just exiled them. But now he felt that he had to see enough blood to extinguish the anger in his heart.
Fengtian Temple.

"You keep talking about taxes, taxes. Even if the court has more money, what's the use if we lose the support of the people? My Zhu family's country and people have lost the support of the people because you have appointed so many treacherous ministers and cruel officials." A middle-aged fat man in a red dragon robe stood in the audience and shouted at Zhu Houxuan on the imperial stage.

He is Zhu Youji, Prince of Heng, the seventh son of Emperor Xianzong Zhu Jianshen. Behind him kneeling are two young men in dragon robes, who are his two sons.
This was the first time that Zhu Youji and Zhu Houxuan, the Prince of Heng, had met each other. In the eighth year of Zhengde, the fourteen princes gathered in Qizhou. Qingzhou was too far away from Qizhou, so they had not informed him at all.
Zhu Youji, the Prince of Heng, knew that if he participated in such a thing, he would definitely not have a good ending, so he just went for it.
"Why can't I live my good life? Why did I come to the capital? It's because I can't watch our ancestors' foundation destroyed in your hands!" Prince Heng Zhu Youji continued to roar.

"It's a pity that we missed the target by one move, but I have no regrets and I have done my best for my ancestors! I have said everything I want to say, you can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you!" Prince Heng Zhu Youji snorted coldly at last and raised his head proudly.

Zhu Houxuan looked at Prince Heng Zhu Youju coldly, and was unmoved by his words. He was definitely going to punish Prince Heng Zhu Youju.
(End of this chapter)