Tumeng: I am a national advisor in the Golden Family

Several Persian doctors checked it carefully and concluded that there should be no problem with the magic medicine. It did not smell strange and even had a faint medicinal fragrance.

Most of the poisons of this era have an unpleasant smell, even a foul odor. Some are colorless and odorless, and some are highly toxic, or even don't exist at all.

Of course, arsenic in the Central Plains is also colorless and odorless, but these Persian doctors knew about arsenic, so they were very sure that this was not arsenic.

"What do you think? Can you use this magic medicine? Now I have brought the medicine back to you. No matter what, you must save the Khan." Berke came to several Persian doctors and spoke.

"Your Majesty, Sultan, you are also a believer in Allah. Don't worry, we will do our best to rescue you." A Persian doctor bowed to Berke and spoke.

Speaking of which, Prince Berke, his background is even similar to that of the second son of Emperor Zhang Yong of the Central Plains. Although he is a Mongolian, his appearance is more like that of the Persian race.

Because his mother was a princess of Khwarezm, she was captured by Jochi during Genghis Khan's Western Expedition. When Jochi died, he was only five or six years old.

After that, he was raised by his biological mother, the princess of Khwarazm, and confirmed his faith and converted to Allah at a very young age. (Historically, Berke was a believer in Islam since childhood, and it was because of the influence of his mother that his mother was a real princess of Khwarazm.

Even after the establishment of the Golden Horde, he publicly traveled to Central Asia and declared his faith that he was a believer in Allah.

In addition, because of his Western appearance, he won the favor and reputation of the people at that time, and he single-handedly promoted the greening of the entire Golden Horde.)
"Prince Berke, just in case, let's find someone to experiment on it! Have they told you how to use this magic medicine, whether to apply it externally or orally?" asked a Persian doctor.

After all, the person being rescued this time is the Khan of the Golden Horde, so there cannot be even the slightest mistake. If there is any mistake, all of them will lose their heads.

"I observed this carefully, and I found that when they treated the wound, they would apply alcohol on the wound, but they did not use this medicine on the wound. Instead, they took it orally." The envoy of the Golden Horde hurried forward and said.

The penicillin invented by Zhang Yong was in its most basic stage and still needed to be taken orally. It could not be injected at all, and its shelf life was less than one month.

It can be configured and used at any time, and the success rate of configuration is not 100%. There is still a high probability of culture failure, and it takes nearly a month to culture a complete bottle of penicillin.

"If it is taken orally, there is no problem." Several Persian doctors nodded and immediately found several sick slaves.

Then he asked these sick slaves to open their mouths wide, added a little bit of penicillin liquid, and put it into their mouths for them to swallow.

Then they began to wait for the result. One of the slaves who was running a high fever suddenly began to sweat all over his body, and his originally depressed spirit began to perk up.

"It's amazing. This is a reaction. He has a high fever. This medicine can really reduce the fever."

"Yes, it has the same effect as the miracle drug in the records. There are no adverse reactions!"

"It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with this medicine."

Several Persian doctors were very worried and observed the slaves for a while. The amount they used on them was not large, only a few drops for each person.

These slaves who were originally sick suddenly became full of energy. After waiting for several hours, there was no problem with these slaves.

Berge was so excited that he asked someone to take them away.

"Fortunately this guy is trustworthy and didn't do anything tricky with the medicine. You should give it to Khan quickly! I am going out to pray now. I want to ask Allah to bless my brother." Berge said.

Several Persian doctors nodded and immediately took action. Several people stepped forward and followed the instructions of the messenger.

Carefully cut open Batu's flesh, exposing the arrowhead completely, and then gently take it out.

During the whole process, several Persian doctors began to operate very carefully, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Because it concerns your own life. If you make a mistake in handling it, you may lose your life.

Soon the arrow was removed from Batu's body, and the wound had already shown some signs of suppuration.

Fortunately, they have used medication to relieve the symptoms these days, otherwise Batu would probably have been seriously injured and died by now.

After removing the arrow, several Persian doctors wiped the sweat from their foreheads, bandaged the wound, and applied some of their special medicinal powder.

Then he turned Batu over and dripped the miraculous penicillin into his mouth.

"Don't give too much medicine. After all, this is the first time we use this new medicine. We don't know its properties yet. Don't give too much at one time." A Persian doctor said.

When using a new medicine, the most taboo thing is the dosage. If the medicine is too little, the disease may not be cured; if the medicine is too much, it may cause harm. After all, all medicines are harmful to the human body.

"How about giving them the same dosage as those slaves just now?" A Persian doctor nodded and asked.

The slaves just now were fine, and some of those with fever even saw their symptoms alleviated, so they thought the dosage of medicine given should be about the same.

"I think it has gotten a little worse. Batu Khan's illness is quite serious and he has been in a coma for several days." A Persian doctor shook his head and spoke.

The slaves before could still walk on their own, they just had a high fever, but Batu Khan fell into a coma after being shot by an arrow, and there is no sign of waking up until now.

So he felt that the dosage of the medicine needed to be heavier in order to cure the disease.

"No! Batu Khan is very weak and has not eaten for several days. If we use too strong medicine rashly, I'm afraid his body won't be able to bear it." said a Persian doctor.

"It seems that this condition has worsened a little. We just gave each of the slaves a few drops of medicine. Batu Khan, let's give them 10 drops. What do you think?" asked a Persian doctor.

"I think this method is feasible, let's do it this way! We will study this new miracle drug carefully after we go back to see how it was prepared."

After discussing a solution, several Persian doctors immediately began treatment and gave Batu penicillin.

After taking penicillin, Batu's condition began to improve significantly at midnight that day, and his high fever began to subside.

The festering of the wound was no longer serious, and there were even signs of improvement. The Persian doctors were all amazed to see this scene. This magic medicine was too powerful!
It's only been half a day since I took it.

Several Persian doctors immediately told the princes of the Golden Horde about this matter, and everyone was very happy to hear that Batu had improved.

"Oh no, doctors, the prisoner who just took the magic medicine is in trouble."

But at this moment, some not-so-good news came.

"What happened? What happened to those slaves? Tell me slowly." Berge asked.

"Prince! One of those slaves has some problem. He has some red rashes on his body and he is shaking constantly in the cell, curled up on the ground." The soldier said in panic.

These slaves had been specifically ordered to be looked after by them, but while the other three were fine, one of them had a serious problem.

"What! Could it be that there is something wrong with the medicine?" A prince of the Golden Horde spoke up immediately.

"We have checked carefully and there is definitely no problem with the medicine. Even if there is a problem, the remaining soldiers should have shown symptoms. How is it possible that there are no symptoms at all?" A Persian doctor immediately shook his head and spoke.

"Let me ask you, what is the current condition of the remaining three slaves?" asked a Persian doctor.

"The other three are fine and are still sleeping in their rooms, but the other one seems to be dying. He has red bumps all over his body, just like he was stung by a wasp." The soldier kneeling on the ground said. "It must not be the medicine. If it is the medicine, then the remaining three people cannot be fine. It is very likely that he has some disease, or rubella. I will prescribe some medicine for him, you can give it to him." A Persian doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

Anyway, they couldn't say that the magic medicine had any problems, because they had carefully checked it. If the magic medicine had any problems, then today would be the day when they would all lose their heads.

When Berge heard this, he did not pursue the matter any further but nodded. Soon, a Persian doctor prescribed some medicine for treating rubella and asked Shi Bin to take it and give it to the slave who was sick.

"You go and look after the remaining slaves. If anything happens to them, come and report to me immediately." Berge said.

"I understand, Prince Berke. I will keep a close eye on the three of them." The soldier nodded and immediately left the tent.

"Don't worry, God is protecting the Khan, he will be fine." Berke said.

"Yes! And the Khan is the only Mongolian Khan, and Changshengtian will protect him."

"Then what we have to do is pray for Khan."

"Prince Berke! You'd better not pray for your sincerity to Allah now. Everyone can see it, and all the people will recognize you.

You should lead the army now. Zhang Dingguan's army has arrived. You have to guard against their sneak attacks." A general of the Golden Horde said.

Now, the entire Western Expedition Army has surrounded these valleys. Next, they have to think about how to repel the enemy.

"I will take care of it. I have already arranged people and set traps at all important entrances. We will rely on this valley to hold on.

There are still many grasslands and streams in the valley. We have food and water here. I'll see how long he can last with us." Berge said.

Their Golden Horde did not have any strong cities. Even the place where the Khan lived was just a larger group of tents. This was the living habit of the Mongols.

Therefore, no matter where they retreated to, it would not be as easy to defend as this valley. The entrance to the valley was very small, and as long as the enemy dared to rush in, they would be ambushed.

Being in a dominant position during war often gives one a huge advantage. More importantly, this time they annihilated more than 10,000 troops of the Ogedei family and seized a large amount of armor.

There are also weapons and equipment. These advanced weapons and equipment also increased the strength of the Golden Horde army to a certain extent.

The most important thing is that he didn't have any better solution. After all, he had seen the power of the Western Expedition Army.

If they confront each other head-on, they will have no chance of winning. Their army will be dispersed at the first sight.

Now we can only stay here and wait for Batu to recover and see what the Khan thinks.

He was just the temporary commander, after all, he was just a prince.

"There is no better solution now, so let's just do it this way!"

"We will guard this valley. There are many places in the valley where cattle and sheep can graze. We will not have to worry about food and water if we guard here." A prince of the Golden Horde said.

Everyone sat in Batu's tent and waited until daybreak. The other three slaves were fine and were said to be sleeping soundly.

But the other one was in a miserable state. He was trembling all over and was already dead. His death was very strange, and he even had symptoms of shock all over his body.

After hearing the news, a group of Persian doctors discussed it and finally decided to send a Persian doctor to take a look.

The Persian doctor went to observe for a while and then ran back, saying that he had epilepsy and there was nothing wrong with the medicine.

Everyone accepted this explanation, because their Khan and the three remaining slaves were indeed fine. Only this unlucky guy died, and he must have been sick.

Several other princes of the Golden Horde also agreed with this statement, but only a group of Persian doctors knew that the dead slave did not suffer from epilepsy.

It was a cause of death that they did not know, but they were still not sure whether it was related to the miracle drug.

"My princes, please eat something first! I think Batu Khan will wake up soon. His complexion is getting better and better. When Kehan ​​wakes up, we will feed him some mutton soup." A general of the Golden Horde said.

"Have something to eat! Go bring in some food and a pot of wine." Berge stood up and said.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
At this moment, outside the valley, the deafening sound of war drums suddenly rang out.

"Not good! Could it be that the army of the Daqian Empire is going to launch an attack at this time? Their main force has only arrived for one day!" The prince of the Golden Horde stood up with a grim expression and spoke.

“Don’t be afraid, we are stationed in this valley. If they dare to rush in, we will teach them a lesson.

All of you, all generals, return to your posts and lead your armies.

Prepare weapons, kerosene, bows and arrows, and rolling logs and rocks. If they dare to come in, we will catch them off guard." Berge immediately calmed the nervous generals.

"That's right. If they dare to rush in, we will teach them a lesson."

"We are hiding in the valley, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack."

"Choose 10,000 cavalrymen, put on the armor and weapons we seized before, especially the bows and arrows they have. If a war breaks out, I will lead them to raid the military camp at Zhang Dingguan." Berge said.

Zhang Dingguan would never have thought that he, a person on the passive defensive, would dare to lead people to raid his military camp. At that time, he would definitely rob a large amount of military supplies and then burn their baggage.

As long as the enemy dares to launch an attack, they will fall into his trap. There are many secret passages in this valley, and only people of the Golden Horde know the specific routes.

However, Berge probably didn't know that Zhang Yong had secretly trained a team of assassins, and this team's usual mission was to conduct terrain reconnaissance.

"Oh no, oh no, Khan, you, you." Just then, a soldier ran in in a panic. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was even shaking.

"Why are you panicking? Batu Khan hasn't woken up yet. What do you have to tell me?" Berke roared and slapped the soldier twice to calm him down.

"Even though you are so scared, are you still a warrior of our Golden Horde? What's going on? Isn't it just the enemy attacking us?" A prince of the Golden Horde snorted coldly.

"My fellow princes, please go out and take a look. There is a monster in the sky!

There are seven or eight giant monsters, they are flying towards us." The soldier spoke with a stuttering tone, even gesticulating a little.

He really couldn't describe what he saw. Even some ordinary soldiers outside were terrified.

The Turks, Cumans, and even some Khwarezmians and Bulgarians were so frightened that they could not move and knelt on the ground to pray to their respective true gods.

"Prince Berkeley, it might be the enemy's flying weapon. This kind of weapon has been reported to us before." A general of the Golden Horde said.

It is said that this flying weapon is so powerful that even the scouts who have seen a lot of the world were scared half to death, not to mention the ordinary soldiers.

At this moment, he could hear the soldiers' discussions outside. (End of this chapter)