Da Ming: Father, step aside, I'll be the prime minister!

Chapter 90 The patient doesn't have much time left! (Third update!)
During these days, Zhu Yinghuai was seriously ill and incurable. His speech became slurred, and he suffered unbearable pain in his head and face, making it impossible for him to fall asleep. Even eating was a luxury for him.

If this continues, even if the body isn't taken away by the Big Head Plague, it will gradually break down.

Seeing this, Madam Lü was anxious. She turned her head and glared at Zhu Yingzhen, saying...

"As the eldest brother, even if you inherit the title, you shouldn't treat your younger brother with disrespect. If anything happens to Ying Huai, I will not let you off the hook!"

Zhu Yingzhen's eyebrows furrowed together as he said helplessly.

"Mother, your child... your child also wanted to save his younger brother, but who knew..."

He was now speechless and could only sigh and curse Gong Tingxian in his heart.

Is this the level of competence of the head of the Imperial Medical Academy? What's the difference between this and treating human life like dirt?!
To be honest, he didn't feel anything before, after all, in his mind, the imperial physicians were the most skilled medical people in the entire Ming Dynasty.

If the illness is cured, it is naturally due to the superb medical skills of the imperial physician; if it is not cured, it can only be attributed to bad luck.

In the field of medicine, the imperial physicians were considered authorities, and even the emperor could not do anything to them. Although he was a duke, how could he doubt the imperial physicians?

Since ancient times, birth, aging, illness and death have been common occurrences. Children may die young, middle-aged people may pass away suddenly, and the elderly are often tormented by illness.

Offending the imperial physician was by no means a wise move.

However, things are completely different now. Since Zhang Yunxiu opened the door to the "First Medical Clinic for Benevolent People," it has formed a stark contrast with these imperial physicians.

The imperial physicians keep saying that Zhang Yunxiu is unorthodox, but why can he cure diseases while you can't?
Why is it that entering this "Renmin First Medical Clinic" allows one to survive, while seeking out you, Gong Tingxian, leads to a severe illness and a near-death experience?

Even the most pedantic ancient people could clearly distinguish between the importance of the "right path" and the importance of "survival".

Although Lady Lü rarely went out, she often exchanged information with the wives of various noble families.

Through word of mouth, she heard many stories of the miracles of this "Renmin Medical Clinic" and placed her hopes on it.

Seeing that Zhu Yingzhen was still like this, Madam Lü was anxious and continued to scold her eldest son, saying, "You! Stop caring about the Duke's face. What's wrong with bowing your head to Zhang Shiyuan for your younger brother's life?"

This "Renmin Medical Clinic" is the last hope.

Helpless, Zhu Yingzhen could only grit his teeth and say, "Mother, please rest assured, I know that even if I have to give away all my wealth today, I will rescue Yunfu. Apart from the crime of treason, I can do anything!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Upon hearing this, Madam Lü glared at him. If others heard this, they might make wild accusations.

"Hi~"

Zhu Yingzhen let out a breath. He was extremely annoyed, so he said it on purpose to avoid Madam Lü's nagging.

After waiting for a long time, Zhu Yingzhen got out of the sedan chair, but Zhang Shiyuan did not come to greet him. He paced around anxiously, almost unable to resist going to find that damned Zhang Shiyuan to confront him.

Finally, Zhu Yingzhen heard a commotion and saw a group of people walking towards him in the distance, dressed in strange clothes.

The Zhu family steward rushed over first and hurriedly reported to Zhu Yingzhen.

"My lord, Zhang Shiyuan has arrived with his men."

"Zhang Shiyuan? Which one is Zhang Shiyuan?"

Zhu Yingzhen was stunned for a moment. These dozen or so people were all dressed in white from head to toe, wrapped up tightly. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were robbers from somewhere.

The Zhu family steward pointed somewhat awkwardly and said, "That young man wearing the pig-nose mask is it."

"A pig-snout mask?"

Zhu Yingzhen frowned deeply and turned to look at the leader, who swaggered over with an arrogant and domineering air, occasionally giving orders to the people around him.

"How many times have I told you to make sure to expel all the air from the syringe before injecting to prevent air embolism? You're all a bunch of idiots! I wish I could burn you all to ashes." "And this injection in the buttocks, you should practice on pig buttocks more often. What kind of behavior is it to poke patients' buttocks until they look like a beehive?"

"I painstakingly raised these rabbits, and you killed them with just a few needle pricks. I am truly guilty!"

"Alright, alright, we'll have roasted rabbit for dinner. Luo Xian, you're a good cook; the skin of the roasted rabbit is crispy, so you'll be in charge."

Zhu Yingzhen heard these words from afar, and his expression immediately became strange. He looked at the boy with the pig-nose mask and realized that it was Zhang Shiyuan.

These statements sound completely unreliable!

For a moment, Zhu Yingzhen had some doubts and began to have second thoughts, but since Madam Lü was watching from the side, he had no choice but to go forward.

"Young Master Zhang!"

When Zhang Yunxiu approached, Zhu Yingzhen gritted his teeth inwardly, but still bowed politely and said something.

"Please help me treat my younger brother; if he can recover..."

But Zhang Yunxiu ignored him completely, looked around for a while, and asked a simple question.

Where are the patients?

Zhu Yingzhen paused for a moment, then pointed to the sedan chair behind him and said, "It's inside the sedan chair. Would you like to escort it to the hall?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Shiyuan suddenly turned his head, showing no intention of paying attention to him, and walked straight towards the sedan chair.

Zhu Yingzhen felt ignored and was immediately filled with anger.

I had asked Zhang Shiyuan for help several times before, but he not only refused, but also said that I could only be treated at the clinic.

Well, now that he's arrived at the clinic, this guy is completely ignoring him.

I, Zhu Yingzhen, am a Duke, how dare you humiliate me like this!

He was about to question Zhang Shiyuan when he saw the other party abruptly lift the curtain of Lady Lü's sedan chair.

"Who are you?"

Lady Lü was startled and hugged her infant son tightly.

Zhang Yunxiu smiled from beneath his pig-nose mask and spoke in a very gentle tone.

"Madam, please hand the patient over to me."

Before Lady Lü could respond, Zhang Yunxiu and several doctors forcefully carried Zhu Yinghuai out and placed him on the stretcher they had brought with them.

"What are you doing?" Madam Lü hurriedly crawled out of the sedan chair, trying to rush towards her young son.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yingzhen was already furious and said angrily.

"Zhang Shiyuan! What exactly do you want? Why are you humiliating my Duke Cheng's mansion like this?"

But Zhang Shiyuan still ignored him, his gaze fixed on Zhu Yinghuai lying on the stretcher.

She exclaimed, "Oh!"

"Hey! Look, everyone! This person's skin is as red as if it were painted with cinnabar, and the swollen areas are taut and shiny. This is because toxins are stagnating in his head and face, and his blood and qi are stagnating to an extremely serious degree. If it weren't for allicin to reduce inflammation, he certainly wouldn't have much time left!"

(End of this chapter)