Jishi doctor arrives

For such a thing as a blood exchange, even Princess Jun could not make up her mind. She glanced at Prince Jin, her son finally had an heir, and she couldn't make a decision easily.

Junjun Wang thought for a while, walked out of the house and went straight into the study, Ajiu had been waiting in the house for a long time.

Junjun Wang looked at Ajiu with a troubled expression on his face, "Miss Yang said... to let out the blood of the child and send the blood of others into the body..."

"Even if I do this, I don't know if it can be cured."

Such a method... Although Ajiu followed Miss Yang to fight the plague in Tongzhou, she couldn't help but gasp when she heard this, no wonder Prince Chun was hesitant.

King Jin sat down, and before inviting Miss Yang to come over, he had already thought about it, no matter who said that he could cure children's diseases, he would let others try it, and it would be better to give it a go than wait for death, but seeing After the child... Looking at the immature face of the child and hearing the pleading voice of his wife, he couldn't stop being cruel.

Prince Chun asked tentatively, "Can I ask Lord Xuan again...whether Miss Yang's medical skills...is it reliable."

"Don't tell me it's not a small one," Ajiu said respectfully, "The prince has already entered the palace."

King Xuan has entered the palace?Was it summoned by the emperor?Junjun Wang was tired of trivial matters at home, so he didn't send anyone to inquire about the news.

Ajiu said: "The lord has explained it before entering the palace. If you ask if you can trust Miss Yang, let me tell you that if Miss Yang can't be cured, there will be no second person who can treat her." He paused Dayton, "Your Majesty, judge yourself!"

Prince Xuan believes in Miss Yang so much, what else can he say.Don't hesitate any longer.

Junjun Wang came out of the study and returned to the residence of the princess of the county. The princess of Junjun was obviously exhausted and was still struggling to hold on. The king of Junjun looked at his wife, although his heart was sour, but he did not hesitate, "Yang Da Miss wants to treat children, what do you need?"

Unexpectedly, Junjun Wang would agree to Miss Yang's nonsense.There were voices of discussion inside and outside the house.

In particular, the imperial doctor of the Imperial Hospital rushed forward to persuade Prince Chun, "The prince of the county should think about it, the young master's life is at the mercy of the prince of the county."

Promising to let the Yang family come to rule the chaos is simply a dead end.

Time was running out, and Yang Mo didn't care to listen to what the imperial doctors were talking about, so she stood up and said to Princess Junjun, "Can you bring me a pen and paper. I have something, and I need to take the trouble to make it right away."

Princess Junjun ordered people to get the paper and pen, and Yang Mo sat at the desk and picked up the pen. She needed a centrifuge, a simple one was fine, and here she needed a speed change gear.

"Isn't this something used for water turning and continuous grinding?" Ji Zizhuan who was next to him said when he saw the sketch drawn by Yang Mo.

Spin mills are very common.Miss Yang's drawing only uses pedestrian gears, which looks much simpler than water turning and grinding.

Yang Mo couldn't help but feel happy.Gears have been used in ancient times, so her simple centrifuge must be able to do well. Yang Mo stopped writing and asked Ji Zizhuan, "Can it be made?"

Ji Zizhuan nodded, "Sure." This thing is like a box, with a turning handle. I don't know what Miss Yang is using it for.

Yang Mo handed the note to the mother next to her.The mother forwarded it to Junjun Wang next to him, and Junjun Wang took a closer look. "I asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to help, and I will make it immediately." The Ministry of Internal Affairs has a lot of ready-made materials, which is more convenient to make.

Now that the centrifuge can be made, it will be much easier for her to ask for the next thing, "I also want pineapples. If I can get citrus, it's the best. I also want lime."

Pineapples, tangerines, and limes... what does that have to do with healing.Miss Yang's request is really more and more unexpected.

Princess Chunjun ordered people to prepare things, and then came out of Princess Chunjun's room.

As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, a woman greeted him and saluted Princess Junjun, "There are so many people in the courtyard, I can't go there, so I can only wait here for news."

Princess Chunjun nodded, "Madam, please worry about it."

"Whatever you say, it's all about your own business..." Mrs. Zhou said in a low voice, "I heard that Miss Yang ordered something to eat. Is this going to see a doctor while eating? Treating illnesses and saving lives is not the most important thing." ? Why are you still thinking about..."

I haven't heard that the doctor wants to eat and drink first when he enters the door. He wants tangerines and pineapples. Is it a banquet?Who doesn't know that these two fruits are not easy to buy outside.

Princess Junjun also felt strange, "It will probably take some time. Whatever Miss Yang wants, we will try our best to find it and get it. That's the only thing we can help with."

Mrs. Zhou is related to King Kang's family. Mrs. Zhou's son may inherit the title of King Kang. The court is anxious to recall King Kang's serious descendant, King Xuan, to Beijing to ask about this matter. The title of King Xuan bestowed.The Ministry of Rites has already had a memorial for the matter of one king and two nobles. There has never been such a case in the past and present. After all, the emperor is still worried about the fact that the first emperor wanted to put King Xuan on the throne. This is a change of law. King Xuan is one less noble, and he wants everyone to see that the current emperor holds power, even if he has the protection of the former emperor, it is useless.

It is said that Mrs. Zhou's son is likely to inherit the title of King Kang, and Mrs. Zhou Li will be the concubine of King Kang's mansion in the future.

There are several mistresses in the clan camp who are good at dancing, and Li's is one of them. No matter which family has something to do, she will come.

"Are you going to see the princess?" Li suddenly said.

Junjun Wang Taifei nodded, "Princess Wangfei is not feeling well, she is resting in the wing room, I will go over and say something to make her feel at ease."

Mrs. Li nodded and accompanied Princess Chun to the East Garden.

As soon as he got up the steps, he heard a cough coming from the open window in the room, and then scolded the servants, "Don't talk nonsense."

The servants stepped forward to open the curtain, and Princess Junjun walked into the room. On the soft couch next to her lay a woman in her twenties wearing a silver-red beige, a light blue plum blossom cloak, and a ponytail. Peony is very noble, but because of this her cheeks are extraordinarily pale, her willow eyebrows are lightly swept, and there are some tired red threads in her big eyes.

Princess Chunjun came forward to pay her respects, and the woman hurriedly got up to help Princess Chunjun.Princess Chunjun stepped forward to help her, "The princess is not in good health, she should rest well."

The woman had no choice but to perform family rituals, and said in a low voice: "How is it? Miss Yang can do something?"

Princess Chunjun didn't speak, and Li Shi who was next to her said: "I can't say for sure, I can only give it a try."

The woman's tears rolled down immediately, "Poor Princess Chunjun has to endure this."

So far, we can only take one step at a time.

Mrs. Li supported Princess Jin to sit down, and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, Miss Yang's father's case was brought by the county prince to investigate, right? Will Miss Yang be...so..."

Princess Chunjun also had such doubts, but she just pretended to be nonchalant because she didn't know the joints here because she looked at Miss Yang's appearance.

The face of Princess Chunjun's face changed slightly, and Mrs. Li who was next to her was busy silent, so she couldn't continue talking.

……

Too hospital.The news of the Prince Chun's Mansion also reached the ears of the right court judge.

The right court judge put the tea bowl in his hand heavily on the low table, "Both my father and my daughter don't know what is good or bad. Yang Bingzheng gave Mr. Feng Ge a problem back then, and now his daughter... is here again and again. The Taiyuan Hospital broke ground, if it wasn't for her, Master Tong wouldn't be in jail."

Qiao Wenjing didn't know why.As long as I think of Miss Yang, my whole body hurts, and I think of how it feels to be crawling on the bed to recuperate.After a while, he said: "Could it be that Miss Yang can even cure this strange disease?"

The right courtyard judge sneered, "Impossible, there is no cure for that disease." But thinking of Miss Yang's use of blood to cure acne, it is not shocking.

Qiao Wenjing knew that the judge from the right court couldn't bear to say that Miss Yang's medical skills were sometimes beyond the reach of the hospital, so she judged for the right court: "Yang Bingzheng's death is strange, and it's still my heart disease. Miss Yang came from Chang's family. Come out. Opened a pharmacy again, which is not something that ordinary women can do. I am afraid that in the future, Miss Yang will appeal for his father's grievances. You also saw that she sued the Chang family to the government with a pleading. What else is there? Can't do it?"

Qiao Wenjing just didn't say anything, he was really afraid that Miss Yang had cured the strange disease, and he wanted to learn from the previous lessons and take precautions.

The court judge on the right looked at Qiao Wenjing humbly, "Master Qiao, please show me the way."

Qiao Wenjing looked around cautiously, then lowered his head, and the right court judge hurriedly listened to him.

"Isn't the court judge and the Taoist chief of the Shangqing Court very close? Didn't the Shangqing Court prepare to pray for blessings a long time ago? If the auspicious time for practicing the Dharma has passed... what should I do..."

The judgment of the right court immediately understood, yes, I asked the head of the Shangqing court to explain to the emperor that the child must be taken to the Shangqing court to practice the law now, otherwise it will be too late.

The right court judge stood up, "It's not too late, the next official will go to work."

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The Ministry of Internal Affairs quickly sent an object to the Palace of Prince Jin, and everyone was guessing what it was for.

For the time being, Yang Mo called this simple speed change gear "Shui Lian Grinding", which is easy for everyone to accept.

Chun County Prince's Mansion also found a small amount of pineapples and tangerines. It's not the season for citrus, so it's a big deal to bring three. Rao, the entire clan camp was almost asked.

Yang Mo put the citrus on the tip of her nose, and a very fragrant smell came, "Press the citrus into juice and filter it with a fine cloth for use."

As soon as Yang Mo's words finished, Ji Zizhuan walked into the room carefully holding the small bottle in his hand, "Miss Yang wants water made of green vitriol."

Sure enough, there is such a thing. There is a record in ancient books that it is the product of Taoist alchemy. Modern people joke that Taoist priests are the earliest chemists in China.But any water with strong acidity is called enamel, which contains sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid, and nitric acid, so she explained that the enamel made of green vitriol should be used.

Green vitriol is a sulfate, so it must be sulfuric acid.

The citrus juice is used to precipitate lemon calcium with lime slurry, and then the lemon calcium is washed repeatedly to remove the salt, and then the lemon calcium is decomposed with sulfuric acid water, and the clear water above is citric acid.

In this way, she has natural citric acid, which is the most primitive blood anticoagulant, and everything is ready here, and there is almost nothing that can prevent her from changing the young master's blood.

Extracting citric acid is the simplest chemical process. She took several biochemistry classes in the medical school. Once she gave a lecture on the tricarboxylic acid cycle. She explained the medical use of citric acid. She used two extracurricular group experiment time to demonstrate on-site How to extract citric acid from citrus juice.

She is fortunate that she has learned enough in modern times, so that she can come in handy at this time.

Yang Mo prepared everything.Start the preparation of citric acid.

Jizi Zhuan originally wanted to remind Miss Yang that water is a very powerful thing. He once tried to use water to cure bayberry sores, and the patient suffered terribly. Situation clearly knows how powerful the water is, so it's unnecessary for him to say anything.

Having known Miss Yang for a long time, Ji Zizhuan felt more and more strange why Miss Yang knew so much.

Yang Mo carefully fiddled with the things in her hand in the wing room.

"Citrus juice."

"Lime water."

Beside the small medicine stove.Yang Mo watched carefully, and slowly put the lime water in.

Yang Mo picked up the porcelain pot of juice.

What is Miss Yang doing?What are you going to do?

The smell of citrus is wafting in the wind in the yard.

Yang Mo kept thinking about turquoise, turquoise, it must be turquoise.

Yang Mo felt that it had been a long time, and her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the contents in the porcelain pot turned green as expected.

"Put it aside to settle. Everything that is useful will settle."

After waiting for a while, Yang Mo continued.

Washing, acid hydrolysis, as long as the first step is completed, the rest will be very smooth.

After extracting the citric acid from the clear water on the top, Yang Mo tasted it carefully, and this was the taste.Taste of citric acid.

Jizi said in seal script: "There is water in it, and water will hurt people."

"Yes." Yang Mo nodded, "But the soapy water has been boiled with water, so it's fine."

"Why use charcoal?"

"To take off the color on the top and make the liquid as transparent as water."

Impossible, charcoal is black, how can it turn into colorless water instead.

Ji Zizhuan stared at the thing in Miss Yang's hand, and Yang Mo filtered the liquid out.

It is indeed transparent.

Ji Zizhuan opened his eyes wide.My God, why does Miss Yang understand these things.He didn't know how to make sense of what was happening in front of him.It's like in a dream, no, this is something you can't even dream of.

Only gods can turn stones into gold, so is Miss Yang a god?Otherwise, how could she use Taoist water, how could she turn citrus juice into water.

"Miss Yang turned citrus juice into water. What kind of trick is this?"

In the last step, Yang Mo put the citric acid into the centrifuge and turned the handle quickly to remove the impurities in the charcoal.

While Ji Zizhuan was in a daze, Yang Mo had already used the small bamboo tube to pierce the blood vessel on the back of his hand, and then asked Ji Zizhuan to help draw some blood.

Putting the blood into a small bottle with citric acid, Yang Mo shook it twice, and then carefully looked at the blood in the bottle.

"What will happen?"

Yang Mo said: "Blood with this acidic water will not clot."

Impossible, he is a surgeon, and he knows best that blood will turn into blood clots in a short time.

Yang Mo handed the small bottle to Ji Zizhuan.

Ji Zizhuan looked into the bottle and felt that his scalp was numb and hadn't changed. The blood was still the same as before, flowing without clumping.

Really, really, what Miss Yang said is true.

Yang Mo looked at the old Mr. Bai next to him, and met Mr. Bai's suspicious gaze casually.Mr. Bai is suspicious of her. Only Mr. Bai has been with Yang Molan and knows Yang Molan's temperament and behavior.

Her every move now is too different from Yang Molan's.

Yang Mo knew in her heart that this day would come sooner or later, relying on Mr. Bai, she still trusted her in her heart, and would still defend her a little bit, even if she had doubts, she would not speak out.

Ji Zizhuan was already shocked by what Miss Yang had done, and he had no time to think about anything else, "What's next? What if the blood doesn't stop?"

Yang Mo said: "We need to see whose blood is suitable for the young master."

It turns out that the blood exchange depends on whether it is suitable or not.

"Isn't everyone's blood all right?"

Yang Mo shook her head, "No, it must not exclude each other."

They do not exclude each other, Mr. Bai pondered, "As long as they are blood relatives, wouldn't they be excluded?"

Human blood is classified by type, and blood types are the same if not close relatives, and from the perspective of blood transfusion, the more immediate relatives, the more dangerous the blood transfusion is, prone to immune reactions, and may die as a result.

Yang Mo was just about to explain to Mr. Bai in detail that Princess Junjun walked over quickly with someone helping her, and beside her was the anxious Mrs. Zhou.

Princess Chunjun was just a little nervous, but Mrs. Zhou's face became very ugly, and the two went straight into the main house without saying a word.

Princess Chunjun walked into the side room.He looked straight at Junjun Wang, and opened his mouth after a while, "Someone from the Shangqing Court came and said they would bring the child into the palace for treatment."

Mrs. Tuesday stood aside quietly, holding her breath, seeing King Jun's face turn livid, and a burst of anger could no longer be suppressed from bursting out of her eyes, "The emperor clearly promised me to ask the doctor for treatment, why did you ask me to treat you at this time?" The Shangqing Court came to bring someone, this is my child, not the things he threw into the alchemy furnace."

Princess Junjun looked around in fear, and scolded Junjun Wang, "Second brother, are you crazy? It is a crime of disrespect to listen to this."

Fuck his disrespect, Junjun Wang ignored him, "What has the Great Zhou Dynasty become in these years? When he ascended the throne, he listened to Taoist priests' words ridiculously, and he didn't even change the year name. He wanted to use this to consolidate his country... This is nothing but In seven or eight years, the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to be destroyed by him. The first emperor was right, so King Xuan should be allowed to take the throne. They are all descendants of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they are all the country of the Great Zhou Dynasty. They should recommend the worthy... ..." The more Junjun Wang said, his eyes became redder, as if he couldn't stop it.

Princess Junjun stepped forward and pursed her lips, stretched out her hand and slapped Junjun Wang firmly on the face, interrupting Junjun Wang's words.

"I think you're crazy. I don't care what you think, as long as the current emperor is sitting on the throne, you can only keep these words in your heart. You can't say them out," said Princess Chunjun with a sneer. "If you think about it, you can't think about it. Hundreds of people in our Jin County Prince's Mansion will die because of your few words."

Prince Jin's eyes became clear again, and he hurriedly lowered his head, "It's my son's fault," he said with moist corners of his eyes, "But...that's my flesh and blood...how can I see..."

"Think of a way..." Junjun Wang Taifei said, "Go and think of a way again, you are a man, you can't panic behind your back like this, now that the Shangqing Court is looking for you, I'm afraid you will even implicate Miss Yang..."

Junjun Wang nodded, and hurriedly bent over and went out to ask someone to invite the clan's patriarch Ling Xian Wangye.

Princess Junjun and Mrs. Tuesday walked in front of Yang Mo, and Mrs. Zhou first said what the Taoist priest came to ask for, "I'm going to take him away. I don't know if I will give him a diagnosis and treatment after entering the palace."

Since the emperor wanted to use the methods of Taoist priests, how could he ask for medical treatment? I didn't expect the emperor to be so absurd.

Princess Chunjun sighed, "The prince of the county has already tried to think of a way, but he is afraid that it will hurt the young lady, and the young lady can just go to the side room for a while, we are outside."

If she had a choice, she would definitely avoid it first, but it's a pity...

"Who said the young master's illness can be cured?"

Before Princess Chunjun asked Miss Yang to beg, a strange voice came from behind.

Everyone followed the sound and saw that two people in Taoist uniforms walked into the yard.

The Taoist priest entered the inner house, and the servants panicked for a while. The Taoist priests of the Shangqing Court were so arrogant that they even dared to break into the inner house of the clan.

The imperial doctor next to him didn't care, and stepped forward to give advice to Yang Mo for the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest's otherworldly eyes fell on Yang Mo, "The emperor asked Miss Yang to go to the palace and explain clearly why the young master of Prince Chun is suffering from a disease, what kind of disease, and how it was diagnosed."

Such words are probably from the mouth of the Imperial Physician of the Imperial Hospital!

After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest looked at Princess Junjun and bowed, "Toffee, please leave the young master to us. We will try our best to save the young master's life."

Yang Mo already knew that after such a thing happened, she had no choice.

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People from the palace also went to invite Mr. Feng Ge.

"The emperor said to let the elders go to see the details together!"

Feng Ge stood up in a senile manner, "How good this is, I don't know anything about pharmacology and medical skills, and I'm afraid I won't be able to say anything if I go."

The servant smiled and said, "You can tell who is right and who is wrong just by listening."

Mr. Feng Ge waved his hand very modestly, "No, no... These matters should be referred to the people of the Tai Hospital. Even if I go there, I will just watch the fun."

"Then you just watch the fun."

Elder Feng Ge then said: "Well, it can be regarded as watching the fun with the emperor, as long as the emperor is happy, a courtier will feel at ease."

"That's not it." The waiter laughed so hard that his face cramped.

The emperor's mind, Feng Ge, knows best, everyone in this world can suffer, only the Shangqing Court can't hurt face, no matter if they meet the Shangqing Court, they will be defeated.

Miss Yang is a teenage girl, alas, she is really pitiful.

After seeing off the servants, Qiao Wenjing who was in the corner of the yard came out and respectfully sent the documents in his hand to Feng Ge's old desk.

Feng Ge waved his hand, "Let's go, I'm going to the palace too."

Qiao Wenjing said: "Ge Lao is out, today must be a good show."

A little girl, how long can she sing an opera, she will soon be too scared to speak, Feng Ge sighed, "When it comes to singing, the opera troupe should sing for three days and three nights."

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I still need to modify the title, thank you Huang Qi for the information.

In the ancient feudal history of our country, the concubine is the widow of the emperor, prince, county king, "five princes", and the wife of the widow, who can enjoy the treatment of "Jin Jue".The emperor's concubines are conferred as concubines at all levels, and the widows of princes are all conferred as concubines, collectively referred to as "concubines". The title is "Madam of a certain country". The titles of "Toffee" and "Mrs. Tai" can be posthumously named.

Therefore, Mrs. Zhou is the mother of the king of Junjun, and she should be called the concubine of the king of Junjun, referred to as the concubine, (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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