Zhao Rui took a step forward with a smile on his face.
"It's just a joke. Your Majesty, why should you be serious? I'm 90% sure that General Shan's illness can be cured. I just need to get some medicinal materials from the Taiyuan Hospital and request an imperial edict from you."
Murong Bing gently put her robe aside and sat down, her expression gradually softening.
"Isn't it just medicinal materials? I can just give you an oral instruction, why do you need an imperial edict?"
Zhao Rui approached Murong Bing's ear very cautiously.
"What I want is sulfur and cinnabar!"
Murong Bing was slightly stunned. These two drugs were banned by the palace and were strictly controlled like musk borneol.
Only the emperor's imperial edict and the empress dowager's edict can be mobilized and recorded, and they must be recorded in the book.
After all, these medicinal materials are the medicine of tigers and wolves. If something goes wrong, the hospital will not be able to escape its involvement.
"It's up to you!" Murong Bing stood up, picked up the ink pen and quickly wrote an imperial edict.
"The medicine can be given to you. If General Shan's illness cannot be cured, you know the consequences!"
Zhao Rui became serious, received the imperial edict, bowed respectfully, and then exited the hall.
In the Imperial City Post House, the third prince of the Huns raised his fist and violently smashed the table in front of him.
"Shame, this is a great shame! The city that the soldiers on the grassland worked so hard to capture is now being surrendered."
A middle-aged man with unshaven beard hurried forward.
"Your Highness, it's all Chen Shuxing's fault! That guy promised that everyone in the literary world would lose to a little eunuch. If you ask me to say that all the scholars in the world are useless, why not kill Chen Shuxing to sacrifice the flag! The general will lead my Xiongnu soldiers to take back the city again.
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"No!"
The third prince of the Xiongnu is not stupid either. The Xiongnu is located in the northern grassland and has a fierce folk custom. Although they fight fiercely, they have not made any achievements in governing the country.
They had also captured Dashang's city before, but due to lack of management, the city was in chaos and they had to withdraw in the end.
Although Chen Shuxing lost today, his talent is there, and the Huns are short of such talent.
But what happened today really made him lose face. He was actually tricked by a eunuch.
"Go and call Chen Shuxing in!"
The big man next to him reluctantly responded and then exited the room.
Not long after, Chen Shuxing entered the room with a dejected look on his face.
"See the Third Prince!"
"Mr. Chen, there is no need to be polite!" The third prince pulled up a chair and sat down, his eyes looking a little cold.
"What do you think of today's events?"
Chen Shuxing sighed softly.
"As far as I know, Emperor Shang does not have that kind of literary talent, and that eunuch came out of nowhere. He must not be underestimated."
The third prince narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
"No matter how talented he is, he is just a eunuch, but it is a pity that he has just acquired the three cities."
"Your Highness, there is no need to worry!" Chen Shuxing suddenly became energetic: "There are many factions in the Great Shang court, and there are very few generals who can come out to defend the city. The only feasible general is also seriously injured. Those three cities will be back in our hands sooner or later."
The third prince held his chin with one hand: "But there is information that old general Shan will recover within three days."
"Absolutely impossible!" Chen Shuxing slapped his chest resolutely: "With such a serious injury, even if the miracle doctor is alive, there is nothing he can do."
The third prince licked his lips and leaned back on the chair.
"In that case, send a message to my father over there, asking him to add another 50,000 troops. After three days, we will recapture those three cities. I will also capture the five surrounding cities."
Chen Shuxing immediately put on a flattering look and praised the third prince for his strategic planning.
Since the old general Da Dan returned from the border, he was bedridden. The general's palace invited many doctors. Even the imperial doctor in the palace was appointed here by Murong Bing.
At this moment, General Dingbian's mansion had already turned into a mess.
Doctors from all walks of life were busy, and several large pots were set up in the yard to boil medicinal soup.
There were also a few Taoist priests invited from nowhere, dressed in strange clothes, jumping around in the yard, and muttering some random words.
As soon as Zhao Rui arrived at the General's Mansion, he was frightened by the scene in front of him.
The dignified general actually let people dance in the courtyard to cure diseases, which is somewhat foolish.
But after thinking about it, it seems to make sense in this era.
"His Majesty's special envoy has arrived!"
As the housekeeper shouted, the noise in the yard suddenly became quiet for a while, and even the Taoist priests who performed the great dance hurriedly knelt on the ground.
General Shan coughed violently, forced himself to prop himself up, and got out of bed to greet him.
Looking at the out-of-breath look, Zhao Rui was a little scared when he saw it, fearing that General Shan would die suddenly.
He quickly stepped forward to hold him up.
"The general is my great Shang Shizhu. There is no need to be like this. Just rest assured and take care of him. This time I am here to treat the general on your majesty's order."
General Shan's face suddenly became more grateful, and he coughed again just as he was about to say thanks.
Zhao Rui immediately folded his hands and pressed twice on General Shan's chest, and the violent coughing instantly eased.
This one-hand cardiopulmonary resuscitation is used to relieve coughs, and it can be regarded as handy.
"Thank you, envoy!"
As soon as General Shan said something, Zhao Rui grabbed his wrist.
"General, please step back and I will treat you right now."
There are so many people mixed in the general's mansion, and there is no guarantee that there won't be Xiao Xiangguo's eyes and ears among them.
And when he just entered, Zhao Rui smelled the smell of medicine coming from the large vat in the yard, which was extremely strange.
I'm afraid someone poisoned it and wanted to kill General Shan.
General Shan naturally understood what Zhao Rui meant, and immediately asked all the servants in the room to leave, while closing the doors and windows tightly.
The huge room became empty instantly. Zhao Rui looked around and spread the medicine he brought on the table.
"The general's disease is actually not difficult to treat. It is just an infection caused by trauma. As long as the trauma can be cured and the inflammation eliminated, it can be cured!"
General Shan was a little confused: "Inflammation? What kind of disease is that?"
Zhao Rui couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and he didn't know how to explain it.
General Shan's illness may be terminal in this era, but in modern society, just taking a few anti-inflammatory drugs will cure it.
"Anyway, your Majesty has specially given you the magic medicine. Lie down, general, and I will treat you right now."
Zhao Rui mixed cinnabar, sulfur and some auxiliary medicine stones, crushed them into powder, and sprinkled them on General Shan's wound.
Years of fighting had left General Shan with old and new wounds crisscrossing his body, which was shocking. Some places had already suppurated. Various inflammations caused by this had spread throughout his body, and he even had symptoms of fever.
I don’t know how this old general managed to survive to this day.
"Old general, it's going to hurt a little bit later, so you must endure it."
General Shan laughed wildly: "I have been in the army all my life, and these pains are nothing, so come on."
Zhao Rui could not help but feel some admiration in his heart. After spreading the medicine powder, he took the candle over and lit it with a flicker.