Wang Yong's wound has already received many guests.

Many doctors seem to be able to watch the lantern.

Some people even took out some tissue from his wound and sent it to a microscope for observation.

And now, Wang Yong has welcomed a new group of onlookers.

Zhu Houzhao took out the tweezers and said to Wang Yong: "It may hurt a little, don't be afraid."

The tweezers uncovered the gauze again, and then... it was rotten...

Fortunately... the situation of rotten meat has improved a lot.

It looks less terrifying.

"Jifan, come and see." Zhu Houzhao pinched the wound with the tweezers in her hand.

Wang Yong didn't even snort, but he still looked desperate.

He has experienced this situation countless times.

Fang Jifan took the magnifying glass and looked at it: "No, good, it seems that the medicine is effective, are there any other sequelae?"

Zhu Houzhao was silent for a moment, then looked at the doctors beside her.

A doctor stepped forward: "Your Highness, Master, the master, the sequelae... does not seem to be there, but... there may be some mental problems."

"Mentally?" Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat. Damn, could this medicine fail and cause mental illness? Depression or anxiety?

Suddenly... Wang Yong suddenly sat up.

He was so quiet just now that he sat on the sickbed in a blink of an eye, his eyes were covered with blood and his face was ferocious, and he shouted, "Cut it, I would rather cut it, not this leg, not this leg."

Then, he lay down with no hope and became quiet.

Fang Jifan looked at the disease: "It's a bit like a brain disease, not mild. The side effects of this medicine are really terrible."

"Are people in psychiatric departments?"

"In." Several doctors arrived in the crowd.

"After the legs are cured, you can study them carefully. Never let the patient cure the legs but cause brain disease. Also, the cost of treatment is exempted. You must study them carefully and never make any mistakes."

Although there may be a little side effect.

And this side effect is somewhat suspicious.

But clinical trials in this era cannot be too strict.

Because this is a question of picking watermelons or sesame seeds.

Fang Jifan was a little regretful, but he pulled Zhu Houzhao aside. He looked at Zhu Houzhao and said, "Your Highness, Your Majesty is sick."

"I'm sick again." Zhu Houzhao said dissatisfied: "Why is he always sick?"

Fang Jifan said: "Tuberectomy."

Hearing the word "tuberculosis", Zhu Hou's disdain suddenly became solemn: "What?"

Fang Jifan patted Zhu Houzhao on the shoulder and comforted him.

Zhu Houzhao said: "Can this medicine be cured?"

He looked at Fang Jifan nervously.

Fang Jifan shook his head.

Zhu Houzhao fell into silence.

"But..." Fang Jifan raised his voice: "There is a medicine that can be cured, and it is also the method of cultivating mycin. The principle of pharmaceuticals is understood, but it can be used to treat this disease."

Penicillin can inhibit bacteria and is a magic pill. In this era, many deadly diseases can be treated.

Once promoted, it will benefit the world.

Where is this medicine powerful? The most powerful thing is that even if he is just a quack doctor, he can prescribe this medicine when he sees a patient, which can treat most people's diseases.

What a terrible thing this is. It doesn’t require a skilled doctor or good conditions to bring many severe diseases. With one dose, people can recover from the dead.

But... tuberculosis is not the case. Tuberculosis is tuberculosis, and ordinary penicillin cannot have any effect on it.

Of course, there is an mycin specifically targeting tuberculosis, which is effective for tuberculosis.

Although this disease is a terminal illness, there is still time. As long as you use the method of cultivating natural penicillin, you can cultivate such an nycin.

"Really?" Zhu Houzhao's face looked ugly.

"Anyway, I have to give it a try. It seems that you have to work hard on the Crown Prince."

"Oh." Zhu Houzhao said nothing: "Which direction is going?"

Without direction, there is no clue. If you rely entirely on accidental collisions, you may not be able to reach the threshold in a hundred years.

Fang Jifan thought for a while: "Come on, let's talk about it in detail."

…………

Emperor Hongzhi's coughing of blood was not serious, but he was very stuffy and was taken care of by Xiao Jing, but the disease was incurable and could only barely relieve some of the pain.

In Fengtian Hall, Emperor Hongzhi was wearing a mask.

He was high above, but he sat weakly on the Golden Luan.

The ministers knelt far away at His Highness.

People looked at the emperor worriedly.

It seems...everyone realizes that the era of Emperor Hongzhi is coming to an end.

This made many ministers quite sad.

However... the terrible tuberculosis still makes people discourage Emperor Hongzhi.

This is an incurable disease.

And, it can be contagious.

Like a plague.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Emperor Hongzhi said weakly: "I am in a state of disgrace. Over the years, my energy has become increasingly weak. The prince... is kind... intelligent... cough cough..."

"In the future... I can succeed the throne. I originally wanted to pass it on to him, but... but if I think about it carefully... I'd better let him supervise the country temporarily. In the future, all the memorials will be reviewed by the prince. I... I... I'm calm down. I'm working with you for many years and counting carefully. It's been nearly thirty years since I... Cough cough... I hope you and others will assist the prince with all their heart as if they were assisting me."

Liu Jian was just feeling emotion.

He couldn't help but think that when His Majesty reached this point, I'm afraid it's not been a few years since his time. Once the emperor and his ministers, he was afraid that he would be unable to bear His Majesty's trust.

Li Dongyang and Liu Jian couldn't help feeling sad. The past is vivid and unbearable to look back.

Ouyang Zhi's face was solemn and he didn't say a word.

But he was already used to it.

This serious look is precisely the greatest deterrent force of the Tianguan of the Ministry of Personnel.

How many people want to go and curry favor with Ouyang Zhi, and use countless methods to try to meet his preferences, but Ouyang Zhi is always like a wooden stake, with sugar coatings and shells not effective at all on him.

So... everyone is already used to Ouyang Zhi.

The only thing that is thankful is that Ouyang Zhi is fair and does not favor any personal relationships.

Ma Wensheng, Zhang Shengren and others all sighed.

The other ministers also fell into a dead silence.

Emperor Hongzhi said: "I have issued an order to ask the prince...the prince comes...I want to tell him personally...he cough...when he comes later, let him receive the order outside the hall."

Emperor Hongzhi felt sad, but at this moment, he got such a disease that even his closest relatives could not get close to him.

There was a silence in Fengtian Palace.

Emperor Hongzhi remembered something and looked at Xiao Jing beside him: "Parent Xiao, why is the prince still in the future?"

Xiao Jing bowed and said, "I think it's coming soon."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded.

After waiting anxiously for a long time, Emperor Hongzhi just kept coughing.

But at this moment, an eunuch hurried in and bowed: "I have seen Your Majesty."

Fengtian Hall was open, and the eunuch bowed from afar, but he was alone.

Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Where is the prince?"

"Your Highness has not come." The eunuch said tremblingly.

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but start coughing again.

In Fengtian Hall, the ministers who were kneeling from afar suddenly began to whisper and talk.

Your Majesty is seriously ill and obviously has the intention of entrusting his or her own son, which is at the critical moment.
To be continued...