While Tang Mo's super battleships were being piled up bit by bit, a malaria epidemic was running rampant in the distant Nanla Empire.
In the past, this happened every summer, and people were helpless against this deadly disease.
The gathering of any army may lead to rampant epidemics, and malaria is one of these diseases.
Once a city expands, various diseases will become prevalent from time to time, which is also an important reason that prevents urban development.
The emergence of Bunas has changed the view of cities in many countries. Modern medicine has made the emergence of super cities possible.
Because of the advancement of medicine, Datang Group began to promote vaccination of cowpox, so that the vaccinated can be immune to smallpox for life.
Therefore, everyone working in areas controlled by the Datang Group must be vaccinated against cowpox, thus ensuring the safety of urban residents.
Soon, this method proved to be very effective, and Dorne, Sussus, and Leyte began to promote this method.
Therefore, in these countries, densely populated large cities gradually broke through their shackles and began to approach the terrifying scale of Bunas.
The city with a population of 100,000 is developing into a city with a population of 200,000, and the Imperial City with a population of several hundred thousand now has a population approaching one million.
All of these are complementary to each other. The epidemic prevention methods promoted by Datang Group are one of the keys, and the other key is the delivery technology also promoted by Datang Group.
The increase in population starts with increasing the fertility rate. For women in this era, giving birth is still very dangerous.
Therefore, Datang Group began to establish obstetric hospitals to focus on treating pregnant women, build a scale, and promote experience so that more doctors can master key technologies.
The old prime minister of the Wright Kingdom is one of the beneficiaries of this kind of promotion. His grandson relied on the obstetric technology of the Datang Group to survive.
Many of Datang Group's drugs are popular in these beneficiary areas, and hospitals established in various places are also willing to use these drugs.
Because these drugs have been proven to be effective, they can make people recover quickly. Although they are expensive, they can still ensure that people who can afford to take drugs can survive.
The world is not that fair to begin with. It is a cruel fact that rich people can get better medical protection.
Although Datang Group is still trying to find ways to suppress the asking price as much as possible, the price of the drug has still skyrocketed after several sales.
Not many people can buy affordable medicines, and they can only be purchased in areas controlled by the Datang Group such as Bunas and Yucheng.
However, the progress of medicine has at least given people a hope, a slim hope that they can overcome the disease and continue to live.
This time, the reason why malaria in the Nanla Empire makes people nervous is because His Majesty the Emperor of the Nanla Empire is also sick.
At the beginning, because of the better sanitary conditions and the care of the palace doctors, His Majesty the Emperor did not pay much attention to his condition.
In the first few days of his illness, he was blessed with two concubines, and then his condition became serious and out of control.
As time went on, his health began to get worse. Soon he was unable to work and then became bedridden.
"Your Majesty's condition is very bad..." A group of ministers gathered in the palace meeting hall were panic-stricken, discussing the physical condition of His Majesty the Emperor.
One of the middle-aged ministers had a gloomy face, lowered his voice and said something that frightened the people around him: "If there is no good solution, I think everyone should consider what happens next!"
"What are you talking about? This is treason!" The colleagues around him were startled, and then immediately lowered their voices and yelled.
The middle-aged minister sneered and asked: "Then what good solution do you have? We have tried everything, including bloodletting, shamans' prayers, and even burned three women as sacrifices to the gods..."
"Damn it, those doctors should be hanged! They only bleed people!" The person next to him looked pale, as if he felt sick.
"What's the use of talking about this now?" Another minister spread his hands in confusion, looking like he had nothing to do.
The middle-aged minister looked at his colleagues and asked, "What does the crown prince say?"
"What do you think he can say? All he has to do now is wait. It's superfluous to say anything. Just wait." The minister responsible for contacting the crown prince shook his head.
The crown prince is not a fool. At this time, he doesn't need to do anything at all. He just needs to wait for news.
Anyway, the throne will be his sooner or later. If his father recovers, he will continue to wait for a few more years; if his father is in a hurry to leave, then he will succeed...
Several ministers looked at me, and I looked at you, and finally they could only say one sentence: "But, someone has to come out to take charge of the overall situation, right?"
"The prime minister and we are not on the same side, be careful over there..." The middle-aged minister, who was the leader, was interrupted by the palace guards who came in a hurry just as he was halfway speaking.
"It's not good! It's not good!" The other party shouted loudly as soon as he came in.
"What is that! Say it!" the middle-aged minister frowned disdainfully and scolded.
"The first imperial concubine and her men rushed into His Majesty's palace! We, we couldn't stop her!" The palace guard lowered his head and reported.
"Trash! Get out of the way!" The middle-aged minister stretched out his hand to push the guard away, raised his feet and walked out.
"Hurry! Go quickly! Go to the palace! Hurry!" Several ministers around him quickly followed, and a group of people quickly rushed to the emperor's palace.
"Mo Kangsen! Your Majesty is not feeling well. Are you trying to rebel by bringing people in at this time?" The middle-aged minister saw his opponent blocking the way at the door of the emperor's bedroom and asked loudly.
Mo Kangsen, who had a fat head and big ears, stood there and sneered: "Huh, rebellion? Joyce! If anyone rebels, it's you, right?"
"It's useless what you say now! Leave immediately! Otherwise I won't be polite." When Joyce saw that the guards around him seemed to have been replaced by people brought by Mo Kangsen, he knew that the other party was really trying to steal the emperor.
This is a hot potato.
Now that the emperor is seriously ill and may die at any time, it is not necessarily a good thing to control the emperor. This is why he did not really send heavy troops to garrison the palace - he has not thought about whether he should let the emperor die in the palace or not.
On one's own hands.
"If I don't come... I'm afraid you will kill His Majesty the Emperor! Joyce! Take your people and get out!" Mo Kangsen scratched his hair with his fleshy hands, suddenly raised his voice, and said
An awe-inspiring look.
"You! There is no need to be proud! Mo Kangsen! His Majesty the Emperor is fine here with me. If he has any shortcomings in your hands, I would like to see what you say to everyone in the Nanla Empire!"
Joyce knew about the emperor's condition, so he began to think about quitting.
Just now, the doctor who bled the emperor secretly told him that the emperor might die tonight.
Joyce, who was almost certain that the emperor could not be saved, finally decided to let the emperor die at the hands of Mo Consum.
"Wait for me!" He snorted and did not dare to use weapons outside the emperor's palace. Joyce left with the ministers behind him.
He pushed the door open and asked someone to close it quickly. As soon as Mo Kangsen entered the room, he said to a male doctor who was fiddling with the medicine box: "I have put my life in your hands. What do you mean?
It’s best to be true.”
"Of course, His Majesty's physical condition is very poor, but these problems are caused by Joyce's group bleeding His Majesty." The doctor's smile was bright and convincing.
While taking out the medicine, he said: "Your Majesty just has malaria. This disease is not fatal."
Mo Kangsen felt that he should remind the other party: "Before you come to me, malaria is basically an incurable disease in the Nanla Empire! Some people get better after getting this disease, but they are a minority, and most people will die.
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For the Nanla Empire, malaria is a really fatal infectious disease. People die from this disease every year, and there are a lot of them.
"With the medicine from our Datang Group, it is not fatal... Mr. Mo Kangsen, you will see a miracle happen soon." He walked to the emperor's bedside with the medicine and water, and the doctor motioned to the
An imperial concubine, Mo Kangsen's daughter, helped the emperor up.
"I'm really crazy. I actually watched a man feed the emperor something unclear... Can you tell me? What exactly is this? So that I can relax..." Mo Kangsen was a little timid.
Muttering, he felt that he must be crazy to do such a crazy thing.
It stands to reason that a dying emperor is definitely a hot potato, especially when the crown prince has been established and his position is very stable.
The subsequent investigation will make him extremely uncomfortable. If the crown prince really wants to find someone to take the blame, then Mo Kangsen feels that he will definitely be the unlucky guy.
"Well, it's nothing. It's a substance extracted from the bark of a tree. You can think of it as a herbal medicine." The doctor finished feeding the emperor the medicine and replied.
"You actually gave tree bark to an emperor?" Mo Kangsen felt that he was not feeling well for a moment.
"Heh... you ignorant guy, you haven't seen anything extracted from moldy things..." The doctor laughed disdainfully at Mo Kangsen, the top nobleman of the Nanla Empire.
In his eyes, nobles are just rich fools. Only the great Mr. Tang and those prophetic medical school professors deserve his respect.
Mo Kangsen didn't take it seriously, scratched his head and continued to ask: "I hope you can succeed... What is this medicine called?"
In his opinion, this kind of miraculous doctor who exudes self-confidence and may really be able to revive human flesh and bones must never be offended... Maybe he will be able to use it himself...
"Quinine." The doctor answered simply and to the point.
