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

Chapter 92 Zhang Yunxiu's Ingenious and Meticulous Thinking (First Update!)

The person who came to report was an officer from the Fifth Army Camp, responsible for paperwork and official documents.

The significance of establishing this army can be seen from its name, Anping Army.

Duke Zhang Rong of England sat upright at his desk. He was nearly seventy years old, dressed in military uniform, with white hair and beard, yet he still appeared strong and vigorous.

Since Zhang Fu assisted the Yongle Emperor in suppressing the rebellion and was granted the title of Duke of Ying, the title has been passed down to the fourth generation.

The British Dukes had commanded three major military camps for generations, making them arguably the most trusted by the royal family among the nobles.

Lately, Zhang Rong's eyes seemed somewhat tired, but after hearing the report from his superior, he suddenly looked up and his eyes showed some spirit.

"That little kid was right? These methods actually work?"

Jing Jing then said respectfully, "It's not that Zhang Shiyuan's method was useful; he only offered a few scattered ideas, which were vague and not very detailed. The current situation of the refugee crisis is entirely due to your strategic planning, Your Excellency."

“Hey~” Zhang Rong said with a straight face. “Don’t flatter me. Throughout history, how many talented people have such meticulous and ingenious ideas? Not to mention the handling of the refugees outside the city and the prevention and control of the plague inside the city, this kid can be considered remarkable. What is most commendable is that his arrangements are thorough and well-organized. You really can’t tell that he is a young man.”

Jing smiled and continued, "It seems that the Duke has a very good impression of Zhang Shiyuan?"

“It’s not that I think highly of him, but I admire his methods,” Zhang Rong said with emotion. “In recent months, the Great Head Plague has been raging, and countless ordinary people have been slaughtered by it. The people are all subjects of our Great Ming. If they are not doing well, it will shake the foundation of our Great Ming.”

My Zhang family has long been favored by the Emperor and shares the fate of the nation. We are impartial and do not favor anyone. Whoever is good to the Ming Dynasty, I will help them.

Nobles like the Duke of Yingguo were among the most dedicated to protecting imperial power and the safety of the Ming Dynasty. Their prosperity was tied to the rise of the Ming Dynasty, and they had no reason to seek refuge in the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

Throughout history, the Dukes of Ying have never failed to live up to the expectations of the royal family. Zhang Shize, the ninth Duke of Ying during the Chongzhen era, also died in battle while resisting Li Zicheng's siege of Beijing.

Somewhat surprised by the experience, he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"The Duke's loyalty and integrity are truly admirable. If all the officials in the world were like the Duke, I believe our Great Ming Dynasty would be able to achieve clean governance and peace."

Zhang Rong's face revealed a hint of mockery: "Loyalty and integrity? If everyone in the court were like that, they wouldn't have any crooked thoughts when the country is in danger."

"Your Excellency is saying..." Startled by the experience, he dared not continue.

Zhang Rong, however, put on a stern face and said, "How's the matter of you investigating the spread of rumors among the refugees a few days ago?"

The official hurriedly reported, "I have already sent men to infiltrate the refugees to investigate. People like that charlatan Wang, who spreads falsehoods and misleads the public, will not be able to remain arrogant for long."

Zhang Rong snorted coldly and said, "This scoundrel must be arrested and punished in accordance with the law to serve as a warning to others."

He thought for a moment and continued, "As for the White Lotus Sect, there must be some cult members involved. We must thoroughly investigate and wipe them out."

Renmin First Medical Clinic.

In a courtyard in the back hall, a special area was set up.

Zhang Yunxiu called this place the "Da Ming Critical Care Research and Medical Development Center," which made the doctors in Renmin Medical Hall chuckle. However, they were used to Zhang Yunxiu's various strange naming methods.

But the doctors also have their own customs; they generally call this place "the charitable estate for chronically ill patients."

"Severe illness" refers to chronic and intractable diseases, and is a medical term used to describe a serious, complex, and difficult-to-treat condition.

"Yizhuang" is generally a place to store coffins, mainly for people who cannot be buried in time, die far from home, or cannot be buried for special reasons.

The doctors here combined the two points, which made it quite clear that those who entered this "mortuary for the chronically ill" were basically terminally ill, and it was a case of trying anything as a last resort.

Of those who survived in this "mortuary for the dying," less than one in ten remained, making the name "mortuary" all the more fitting.

Following Zhang Yunxiu and the others, Zhu Yingzhen walked to the plaque of "Da Ming Critical Care Research and Medical Development Center" and paused for a moment without realizing that something was wrong.

However, he noticed that there were guards outside the house, and the inside was spotless, with even those entering required to wear special clothing. This undoubtedly put Zhu Yingzhen at ease.

As VIPs, those who paid money naturally received different treatment. Zhang Yunxiu specially instructed someone to invite Zhu Yingzhen and Madam Lü to a lounge where tea, fruits, and everything else were provided.

Zhu Yingzhen, however, had no interest in experiencing the so-called "service" and paced anxiously in the lounge.

Tears streamed down Madam Lü's face as she repeatedly murmured, "My son!"

A full hour later, Zhu Yingzhen still hadn't received any news, and just as he was about to inquire,

Finally, a servant came to report, "My lord, Zhang Shiyuan has come out, and many doctors have also come out."

Just now, Zhu Yingzhen also wanted to enter that so-called "emergency room," but Zhang Shiyuan forcefully stopped him outside.

Clearly, he had become accustomed to the other party's "arrogance and domineering attitude" and simply let it be.

If Zhu Yinghuai is rescued, everything will be fine. But if he can't be rescued, he will definitely settle both the old and new scores.

"Take me to see it quickly!"

Without stopping for a moment, Zhu Yingzhen rushed toward the so-called "emergency room".

As soon as Zhu Yingzhen arrived at the door of the "emergency room," he saw a group of doctors gathered together discussing something.

"Someone else has come to the mortuary for the chronically ill, saying it's the Duke's son again."

"Oh dear~ Even a duke is no exception to birth, aging, sickness, and death, just like us."

"I wonder what new techniques they've developed at the Mortuary for the Sickly. The acupuncture method they used last time saved quite a few people, but before that, several critically ill patients died."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yingzhen's face turned almost green, especially the word "charitable estate," which was extremely jarring!

He immediately stepped forward and questioned them.

"What are you saying? What mortuary? How can it be a mortuary!"

Zhu Yingzhen was tall and strong, like a god of war, which terrified the doctors, who scattered and fled in panic.

"Stop!" Zhu Yingzhen wanted to stop a doctor to ask what was going on, but he didn't expect these people to run so fast, as if they had practiced it all day long.

Zhu Yinghuai was still inside, so he could only let these doctors who spoke recklessly go for now.

The plaque of "Daming Critical Care Research and Medical Development Center" had a white background and black lettering, which Zhu Yingzhen initially thought had a certain professional feel to it.

But now it just looks creepy.

There are rules inside the "Development Center" that ordinary people cannot enter, so Zhu Yingzhen could only have his servants wait outside.

He stepped inside, the corridor was very empty and deserted, and his footsteps even echoed.

Finally, we arrived at the "emergency room." The heavy door was tightly closed, and the door frame was plated with iron, making it airtight inside.

From afar, Zhu Yingzhen saw Zhang Yunxiu in the crowd at the entrance of the emergency room. He was writing and drawing in a notebook and discussing something with several doctors around him.

It can be faintly heard.

"The patient's debilitating disease has progressed to a critical stage; he is unable to speak or eat. Therefore, anti-inflammatory treatment is no longer the most crucial step."

(End of this chapter)