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Chapter 410: Zhen Mi is seriously ill, Medical Saint Zhang Zhongjing!

After this court meeting, people from all walks of life were discussing the corruption of the Zhen family and the murder of the imperial envoy, because the news was too shocking.

Since taking over the financial power, the Zhen family has begun to develop steadily, and its reputation in the court and the country is extremely high, with a tendency to become the head of the aristocratic family.

However, no one expected that such a big case would break out just when the Zhen family was at its peak.

Many people are curious about how the emperor will deal with Zhen family in the end, as well as Zhen Mi, who is from the Zhen family, recently became pregnant with the emperor's heir, and has great hope of being made queen.

Some aristocratic families even began to get restless, considering whether to take advantage of this opportunity to add insult to injury to the Zhen family and gain benefits from it.

The whole city of Ye was in turmoil because of Zhen's case.

But Liu Xie did not pay attention to these, because on the second day after Zhen Mi returned to the palace, she fell ill.

Imperial Palace, inside the Qingli Palace.

Zhen Mi was lying on the bed, her pretty face was very pale, she was coughing non-stop, and her lips looked colorless.

Beside the bed, Hua Tuo was taking her pulse.

Liu Xie was waiting on the side, his brows revealing an anxious look as he looked at Zhen Mi with concern.

Soon after, Hua Tuo finished examining Zhen Mi's pulse. He then asked, "May I ask, sir, has any elder in your family died of a cold?"

"Cough cough..."

Concubine Zhen was very weak at this time. She replied softly, "My mother and brother both died of a cold. Does this have anything to do with my illness?"

Hua Tuo smiled faintly and said, "There is a certain connection, but it is not much. You don't need to worry too much."

"Your Excellency is weak, and you have caught a cold after all the hard work. You just need to rest and recuperate."

After hearing this, Zhen Mi was still worried and asked nervously, "Will this disease affect the baby in my belly?"

What she was worried about was not her own safety, but the fetus in her belly, which was more important to her than her life.

Hua Tuo smiled and said, "Of course not, you are worrying too much."

Only then did Zhen Mi breathe a sigh of relief and feel relieved.

Seeing this, Liu Xie stepped forward and said, "You are sick now, so don't think so much. The most important thing is to rest well and take good care of your body."

Zhen Mi nodded meekly.

Liu Xie stayed with her for a while and then left the bedroom, but Hua Tuo had not left yet and was waiting outside the palace.

"Sir, what is the condition of Concubine Zhen?"

Liu Xie came up and asked Hua Tuo.

Previously, when Hua Tuo was taking Zhen Mi's pulse, he noticed that Hua Tuo's brows were furrowed. He had never seen Hua Tuo show such an expression when taking a pulse before.

Coupled with Hua Tuo's deliberate questioning afterwards, he immediately realized that Zhen Mi's illness might not be that simple.

As expected, after hearing Liu Xie's words, Hua Tuo sighed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, your condition is quite serious."

"I just took your pulse and found that you were not suffering from a cold, but from wind evil entering your lungs, which is a lung disease."

"But ordinary doctors cannot tell the difference between the two and treat the patient as wind-cold, which will make the lung disease worse and eventually lead to death."

"The reason why I asked about your family's situation is because a cold shouldn't have caused such a serious lung disease. The only possibility is that the disease was left behind by the elders."

“And that’s exactly what happened.”

Hua Tuo is worthy of being called a contemporary miracle doctor. Just by taking Zhen Mi's pulse and asking a few simple questions, he confirmed the real cause of Zhen Mi's illness.

"Are you sure you can cure it, sir?"

Liu Xie asked, feeling very worried.

The most difficult part in curing a disease is finding the root cause. But now that the root cause has been found, Hua Tuo does not feel relaxed at all. This gives him a bad feeling.

Hua Tuo sighed and said, "It is not difficult to treat lung diseases, but the problem is that if you use strong medicine, it will hurt the dragon heir in the belly, and even cause miscarriage."

"Given your current physical condition, a miscarriage could be life-threatening. I dare not treat you lightly."

This one sentence made Liu Xie's heart sink.

He understood why Hua Tuo was in such a dilemma.

Because if Hua Tuo were to treat Zhen Mi without hesitation, the fetus in her womb would be harmed, or even result in the death of both mother and child, and he did not dare to take such a responsibility.

"What if we just want to save Lady Zhen's life?"

Liu Xie asked without hesitation. In his eyes, how could an unborn child compare to the person who accompanies him day and night?
What's more, if Zhen Mi had been recuperating in Wuji County, she would not have been infected with the disease. It was only because she sent Fa Zheng back that she became ill.

This time, Zhen Mi also stood firmly on his side on the issue of how to deal with Zhen Shi. How could he sit idly by and watch such a lover die of illness?
"Disaster."

Hua Tuo still shook his head and said, "I can only do my best. First, I will use the medicine to nourish your body, and then treat you."

"But...I cannot guarantee success."

Liu Xie was silent for a moment, then said, "Sir, just rest assured and treat me. I am not a foolish ruler who cannot distinguish right from wrong."

"I can assure you, sir, that no matter what the outcome is, I will not blame you."

Liu Xie understood Hua Tuo's concerns, so he made a promise in advance to dispel his worries and allow him to treat Zhen Mi with confidence.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Hua Tuo nodded, but he suddenly remembered something and said to Liu Xie, "Your Majesty, there is a man whose medical skills are far superior to mine. If you can invite this man to the palace, perhaps he can protect you and the heir in your belly."

"Oh? Who is it?"

Liu Xie's eyes suddenly lit up, and the hope that had been extinguished in his heart began to burn again.

Hua Tuo said: "This man's surname is Zhang, his name is Ji, and his courtesy name is Zhongjing. He is a contemporary medical expert. No one in the world can surpass him in medical skills."

"I had some contact with him during my early years of traveling around the world. His medical skills are unrivaled."

"I had correspondence with him several years ago, and now he seems to be living in seclusion in Mount Zhongnan writing books."

Zhang Zhongjing!
Liu Xie was surprised by the name. If Hua Tuo had not reminded him, he would have forgotten the existence of this medical saint in this era!
"If Zhang Zhongjing were here, then Zhen Mi and the child might really be saved..."

Liu Xie was extremely excited. Zhang Zhongjing was revered as the Saint of Medicine. Needless to say, his medical skills were much higher than Hua Tuo's!
As the safety of Zhen Mi was at stake, Liu Xie did not dare to hesitate and quickly called Jia Xu to ask him to send a message to Zhang Liao who was stationed in Chang'an to go to Mount Zhongnan to look for Zhang Zhongjing.

……

Mount Zhongnan is located in the south of Chang'an.

This place is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round and is evergreen all year round. Countless great scholars and wise men have lived in seclusion here. It is said that some people have seen immortals here, so it is also called the Fairy Mountain.

And deep in the mountains, there is a small house.

Outside the house there is a peach tree and several vegetable gardens. It is surrounded by mountains and water, and the scenery is very pleasant, like a paradise.

The climate inside the mountain is very different from that outside. Although the weather outside is cold, the climate inside the mountain is still suitable and there is not a single bit of snow. In the hut, an old man with white hair and beard in a linen robe opened the window, and a slightly cold wind blew in.

"Spring is almost here..."

The old man looked at the white spot on the distant mountain outside the house and talked to himself, his expression a little dazed.

It is said that there is no age in the mountains, and the years pass by without knowing the time.

He had even forgotten how many winters he had spent in Mount Zhongnan. After all, the four seasons were the same in the mountains, and time did not mean much to him.

The old man withdrew his gaze, spread out a few rolls of white paper on the table, dipped the pen in a little ink and began to write seriously.

From time to time he would put down his pen to ponder, or pick up a book to look up information. More than an hour had passed before he had written only a few sentences, so his progress was quite slow.

“Master—Master—!”

Just as the old man was flipping through the book, a shout was heard, attracting the old man's attention.

I saw a young man wearing a cotton jacket and carrying a bag walking down the mountain road, his head covered in sweat.

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The boy walked into the house, put the bag on the table, ran to the water tank and drank a bucket of water before he recovered his breath.

Seeing this, the old man put down his pen and laughed, "Teacher usually asks you to practice the Five Animal Exercises to strengthen your body, but you don't take it seriously. Even walking on a mountain road is so strenuous."

"This is the body training method created by Hua Yuanhua. It is quite unique."

"Look, your master has already reached the age of knowing the destiny, but he can still walk briskly in the mountains to collect herbs. This is the result of exercise.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man smiled and scratched his head and said, "Next time, I will definitely practice well.

After saying this, he came to the old man's side and saw the manuscript on the old man's desk. He couldn't help but ask, "Master, you have been writing this Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases for so many years, and you haven't finished it yet?"

"What kind of divine book is this that takes so long to write?"

He vaguely remembered seeing his master writing this medical book many years ago, but it still hadn't been completed after so many years.

This made him feel very puzzled.

Hearing the young man's words, the old man smiled, and then said to him earnestly: "Practicing medicine requires caution, and writing medical books requires even more caution."

"What I wrote will be passed down to future generations. If there is even the slightest mistake, it could cost the lives of countless people. How can I be careless?"

"Even if I can't finish writing this book before I die, I have to make sure there are no mistakes."

The young man was not convinced when he heard this and said, "Master, your medical skills are the best in the world. Is there anyone in the world with better medical skills than you? How could you make a mistake?
If others heard what the boy said, they would definitely be shocked.

This old man is none other than the greatest medical expert of his time—Zhang Zhongjing!

And this young man is his apprentice, of course not a disciple who follows his legacy, but just an ordinary disciple.

He was a child from a wealthy merchant family whom he rescued in his early years. Later, at the repeated and insistent request of the child's parents, he kept the child by his side to serve him.

After all, not everyone can become his disciple, and his medical skills are difficult for ordinary people to inherit.

"There are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world."

Zhang Zhongjing just laughed it off when he heard it and didn't take it seriously.

The world is vast, and the field of medicine is even more vast and profound. He has only glimpsed a small part of it, so how dare he claim that he has never been wrong?

Even though he could not assert that the "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" was free of any errors, it was the result of his painstaking efforts using his life-long learning and experience, surpassing the vast majority of doctors in the world and destined to become a classic passed down from generation to generation.

He does not ask the world to regard his prescription as a model, but rather hopes that someone will continue to discover errors and correct them.

"What is the situation in Chang'an now?"

Zhang Zhongjing asked.

The last time the young man went into the mountain, he told him about the situation outside the mountain. The imperial court's troops were attacking Ma Chao and seemed to be about to fight back.

He was originally an official in Changsha, but later the issue of the true and false emperor caused a stir in the world, so he resigned and retired to Mount Zhongnan to live in seclusion and write books. It has been several years since then.

"Of course the imperial army won!"

When the young man mentioned this, he immediately became excited and said happily: "Now the imperial army has driven Ma Chao away and recaptured Chang'an!"

"I saw the imperial army a few days ago. They were so majestic. Their armor was so impressive!"

The young man said with longing.

"And there is news that the emperor plans to move the capital back to Chang'an City. Now the people in Chang'an City are very happy."

"My father is planning to buy a house in Chang'an City. When the time comes, the whole family will move in. It will definitely be the safest place to live under the emperor's feet."

"Master, you don't have to stay in this mountain anymore. Let's go to Chang'an City. My father said he would buy you a house."

Zhang Zhongjing touched the boy's head and said with a smile, "Thank your father for me, but there is no need to go into the city. I am fine living in this mountain."

For him, completing "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" was the top priority. The reason why he came to Zhongnan Mountain to live in seclusion was because rare herbs from the outside world were everywhere here, which was conducive to his writing of the book.

"Ok."

The boy pouted, looking a little unhappy.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zhongjing wanted to say a few words of comfort, but at this moment, a flock of birds suddenly flew away in the distant mountains and forests, and at the same time, there were sounds of footsteps.

Then, teams of fully armed soldiers in armor emerged from the dense forest.

Zhang Zhongjing's expression changed when he saw this. He protected the young man behind him, frowned and asked the soldiers, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

At this time he was very confused. Why did so many soldiers appear in the mountains?

The young man behind him widened his eyes when he saw these soldiers, and pulled Zhang Zhongjing's sleeve and said, "Master, they are from the imperial court!"

He had seen the imperial army, and the weapons and equipment of these soldiers were exactly the same as those of the imperial army!
"People from the court?"

Zhang Zhongjing was stunned when he heard this. Before he could react, he saw a burly and imposing general walking out of the crowd.

"I am Zhang Liao, the Duke of Duxiang. I am here on the orders of Your Majesty to invite Mr. Zhang to come out of seclusion!"

This general was none other than Zhang Liao who stayed behind in Chang'an!
After he received the urgent message from Yecheng that was sent eight hundred miles away, he immediately went to inquire about Zhang Zhongjing's whereabouts. Finally, he found the other party's residence according to the clues and came to him.

"Zhang Liao, Marquis of Duxiang?"

Zhang Zhongjing was extremely surprised, as he had heard of Zhang Liao's name. Of course, the most crucial thing was the second half of the other party's sentence.

Coming on the orders of the Emperor!

Zhang Liao said politely, "The Emperor's Concubine Zhen is seriously ill. Your Majesty, on the recommendation of Imperial Physician Hua Tuo, has ordered me to come and invite you to Yecheng."

"Sir, please."

(End of this chapter)