Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

modern.

"Brother, if we used your medical techniques to treat Princess Jinyang," Zhu Jingjing bit her lower lip, her gaze fixed on Jiang Chuan, "wouldn't she have survived so soon?"

"Perhaps."

Jiang Chuan sighed softly, his tone tinged with helplessness: "The history books record her death in just five words: 'died at the age of twelve.' We don't even know what illness she had, so who can guarantee that they could have saved her?"

Zhu Jingjing pursed her lips, a surge of pity welling up within her for the little princess she had never met. "If she could be like Jingjing, perhaps..."

Jiang Chuan stepped forward and gently patted her shoulder.

It was already a miracle that Zhu Jingjing was able to travel to the modern era. How could Xiao Sizi possibly have such good fortune?

Jiang Chuan said, "Jingjing, although the historical records do not describe Princess Jinyang's specific illness, I speculate that she most likely died of acute pneumonia."

Zhu Jingjing was stunned, her eyes widening in surprise: "Brother, how did you know? Did she tell you in a dream?"

"What nonsense!" Jiang Chuan raised his hand to knock her head, but seeing that she still had a cold, he couldn't bring himself to do it. "I'm not just guessing. Her birth mother, Empress Zhangsun, and her brother, Li Zhi, both had a very obvious hereditary 'qi disease.' So the probability of her having the same disease is very high. Therefore, it is reasonable to speculate that she suddenly developed acute pneumonia when she was twelve years old and ultimately did not survive."

"Brother..." Zhu Jingjing gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her voice trembling slightly, "Can that acute pneumonia be cured?"

Jiang Chuan tightened his grip on her shoulder slightly and said decisively, "Pneumonia has long been conquered here! Even the two large-scale epidemics in China in recent years didn't cause much of a stir."

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Li Shimin looked up at the sky, and the words Xiao Sizi had just said still echoed in his ears.

His most beloved daughter was coldly told by Jiang Chuan that her lifespan was about to end.

At the age of twelve—not even reaching the age of coming of age for marriage—she was destined to die young!

"Your Majesty," Wei Zheng said, taking a deep breath and stepping forward. "In my opinion, this matter is still unresolved. The 'pneumonia' mentioned by Jiang Chuan may be similar to lung abscess or pulmonary edema. If the Imperial Pharmacy is ordered to prepare in advance, there may still be a chance of treatment!"

Li Shimin hurriedly said, "Quickly summon the Imperial Pharmacy's chief physicians, attendants, and other imperial physicians to come before me immediately!"

modern.

"Brother, can I see what the medicine that can treat pneumonia looks like?" Zhu Jingjing asked.

Jiang Chuan glanced at the medicine box and saw a box of antibiotics for treating pneumonia. He handed it to Zhu Jingjing, saying, "This is the antibiotic that has saved countless lives; it's the nemesis of bacterial pneumonia!"

Zhu Jingjing opened the medicine box and saw that it contained small capsules that looked similar to cold medicine. A look of suspicion appeared on her face.

"Brother, can this little gadget really save Princess Jinyang?"

"If my deduction is correct, it will definitely save Xiao Sizi." Jiang Chuan repackaged the medicine and analyzed, "There are two types of pneumonia, one caused by bacteria and the other by viruses. Historical records don't mention anyone else in the palace being infected, so I speculate that Xiao Sizi has bacterial pneumonia. This antibiotic will absolutely save her life! It's known as a miracle of modern medicine, the nemesis of countless deadly diseases!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

All the officials of the Imperial Pharmacy prostrated themselves on the ground, heads bowed and breathless, not daring to look up at the Emperor.

Li Shimin's expression was solemn, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd as he slowly spoke: "I have already informed you that the prince will contract a lung disease in the future. Yet, you still dare not guarantee his recovery?"

After speaking, his voice turned cold and menacing: "What use are you to me! When I fall ill one day, how can I entrust you with my care?"

All the officials kowtowed, their foreheads touching the gold bricks, trembling uncontrollably.

In the medical tradition of the Tang Dynasty, diseases such as lung abscess and pulmonary distension were considered intractable and serious illnesses.

Moreover, the little princess is still young and frail, and her health is already weak, so it will be even more difficult for her to recover.

The chief attendant knelt and took half a step forward, his voice trembling as he reported, "Your Majesty, if the princess were to fall ill in the future, we, your humble servants, would do our utmost to treat her. However, lung disease is notoriously difficult to cure, and given the princess's frail health, we fear..."

Before he could finish speaking, his voice grew weak, and he dared not continue.

Enraged, Li Shimin immediately roared, "If you cannot cure him, you will all accompany my son to the Yellow Springs!"

All the officials bowed their heads, trembling and daring not to speak.

"Father, please don't make things difficult for the imperial physicians." The little prince in his arms gently tugged at his dragon robe and softly advised, "The prince's illness is the will of Heaven and has nothing to do with the imperial physicians."

Upon hearing this, Li Shimin felt even more depressed.

He suddenly looked up at the sky, his gaze fixed on the box of antibiotics in Zhu Jingjing's hand. "Could it be that only that miraculous medicine from later generations can save Sizi?"

Little Sizi gently tugged at Li Shimin's dragon robe with her small hand. Usually, she would always ask for something new when she saw it, but she didn't say a word at this moment.

How could she not know that the things of later generations were far beyond what the Tang Dynasty could create?

"Father, I am already content that I have been able to accompany you for twelve years..." Her voice was soft, yet it revealed a resoluteness beyond her years.

Li Shimin gritted his teeth and resolutely declared, "Your Highness! Even if I have to traverse the heavens and search the netherworld, I will find that divine medicine! Even if I have to chase you to the gates of Yama, I will bring you back!"

modern.

Just as Jiang Chuan was about to put the box of antibiotics away, he was suddenly grabbed by a soft little hand.

"Brother, could you lend Jingjing these antibiotics for now?" She blinked her wet, almond-shaped eyes, her gaze full of pleading. "I want to put them under my pillow so I can sleep more peacefully."

Jiang Chuan sighed softly and nodded in agreement. "Jingjing, it's fine for you to take it to put your mind at ease! But you can't just take medicine indiscriminately. Every medicine has its side effects; if you're not sick, the medicine can turn into poison!"

"Brother, don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."

Zhu Jingjing pouted slightly, somewhat dissatisfied with his instructions.

"Jingjing, let me carry you back to your room to rest." Jiang Chuan gently picked her up, his gaze falling on the antibiotics she was clutching tightly in her hand. He sighed helplessly, "You'd better get better from this cold quickly, or you'll have to get a shot at the hospital this afternoon!"

"An injection?" Upon hearing the word "injection," Zhu Jingjing's expression instantly changed. "Brother, a cold doesn't require bloodletting or draining pus, why would you need a needle? Jingjing is terrified of needles; she'd rather die than be pricked by one!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chuan couldn't help but smile wryly. "Jingjing, the injection I'm talking about is a treatment method that involves directly injecting medication into the blood vessels inside the body, not the acupuncture or bloodletting therapy that you have in the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Jingjing shook her head violently, clearly terrified of the needle. "I don't care! I said I don't want it, and I don't want it!"

"Okay, okay, as long as you rest quietly and recover from your cold, we won't need the injection!"

During their conversation, Jiang Chuan had already carried Zhu Jingjing back to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed.

"If only I could give this box of medicine to Si Zi..."

Zhu Jingjing murmured something, put the antibiotics under her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.

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