The most important thing is that this little girl is not only kind-hearted and agile, but more importantly, she looks very much like Empress Changsun, almost escaping from the same mold. This is what Li Zhi told me. In front of Uncle Li, sometimes she got angry at the ministers or the people in the palace and could not persuade anyone, and someone would always find a way to invite the young princess to come. This girl will be more effective than anyone else when she persuaded her. Uncle Li's anger hit Jinyang, just like a forest fire that encountered a blizzard. In just a few seconds, she was absolutely incited to smoke.

I have to think of a solution. At this moment, Li Zhi, a little kid, was crying like a macaque in front of me, and was upset. Although a bunch of doctors had tried their best and considered the prescription, it seemed that the effect was not great. The imperial physicians around him were already sweating profusely, and they were still checking medical books, whispering various prescriptions about malaria in the book. I was so angry that I wanted to put my feet over. Is he treating people or is he studying and playing?

I threw the medical book aside in despair and patted Li Zhi on the shoulder: "Don't worry, if you believe me, there must be a way before the car arrives at the mountain. If you think about it carefully, what can cure this disease!" In my memory, cinchonafer was the first choice for the treatment of malaria in ancient times, and it was even called a magical medicine. There was a record in history that a certain braided emperor had malaria, and later he was two Western priests who cured it with cinchonafer.

I know, but I have nothing to do with it. No matter how capable I am, I cannot fly across the ocean and fly to America tens of thousands of miles away to chat with the bark of a cinchona tree back to the Tang Dynasty? I sighed, raised my hands, circled around, and listened to the little girl's moans. I felt even more anxious.

Beside him, Li Zhi simply closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, as if he was seeking blessings for his sister. I felt sad when I saw it. In front of the disease, any authority is equal to air. In front of the disease, whether it is an emperor or a beggar, they are equal.

I know that cinchona cream can cure this disease, but it seems that there is more than this thing, there is another medicine. It is Chinese medicine. However, this Chinese medicine was discovered in the 20th century that it has excellent efficacy against malaria, and it will not even develop drug resistance like cinchona cream, but I just can't remember what it is.

I can't think of it even if I'm squeezing my brain. I always feel that I'm familiar with this thing, but I just can't remember when I had any interaction with this medicine. I rubbed my scalp and looked up, and in a blink of an eye, it turned out that it was already dark...

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A palace servant told me that the meal came. Uncle Li never moved a little except for taking a sip of porridge. He just grabbed Princess Jinyang's hand tightly. His voice was hoarse, but Uncle Li was still calling Princess Jinyang's nickname. One by one, it made people feel sad.

At this time, Princess Jinyang had already taken two doses of medicine, but except for the slightly lowered body temperature for a while, there was no sign of improvement. Moreover, the high fever continued. Fortunately, the physical heat reduction method has been used now. At least, Princess Jinyang can maintain some vague mentality.

Sun Simiao was so anxious that he was still discussing the feasibility of various prescriptions. There was no way. From ancient times to the Tang Dynasty, the terrible disease of malaria had not had a real correct prescription. There was no way, because there was no special medicine. Now it has been confirmed that Princess Jinyang happened to suffer from falciparum with the highest mortality rate. Time was passing quickly, and everyone in the land was nervous, and there were also people who were helpless. I was just hoping to hit the door with my head to see if I could get any inspiration and remember that kind of drug.

At this moment, Li Shu appeared outside the door at some point, and hurried in with a look of panic, Li Shu saw me and took two steps: "Junlang, how is Jinyang?"

"Why are you here? Jinyang's situation is not very optimistic. Doctor Sun and the others are still trying to figure out a solution." I squeezed at Li Shu with an ugly smile and said.

Li Shu smiled bitterly: "My sister said she came to our house to play the day before yesterday, but I heard that she was sick yesterday. I just thought it was hot and cold at night. But I didn't expect that I would go over and take a look first." Li Shu's face was full of worry and concern.

I patted Li Shu on the back of his hand, pointed at Li Zhi and Uncle Li and said to Li Shu in a gentle manner, "Go and comfort them both, since just now, they have been like this."

Li Shu walked over, patted Li Zhi's head, and said something in his ear. Li Zhi's expression finally looked a little better. He smiled and walked to the doctors who were thinking hard, asking something, and occasionally comforting them. Well, it seems that this girl can be a human being.

"Daughter, look at your sister. I really don't know what's going on as a father. God blames me so much. Why did my daughter have to suffer from this disease?" Uncle Li saw Li Shu, and his eyes were filled with tears. Li Shu quickly took two steps forward: "Dad, don't be anxious, it will be bad if you get sick. My sister's body has been much better than before. I think she will definitely be lucky and will pass this level."

I was still circled like a trapped beast. On the side, the little white-level medical officer was still shaking his head and whispering various medical prescriptions: "... To treat malaria, malaria, Changshan, Coptis chinensis, and simmering, and prepare aconite. Mash, sieve, honey pills. Take four pills on an empty stomach. If you want to give three pills, drink them. After taking the medicine, do not eat them.... Another prescription: hold the green oar, use two liters of water to extract the juice, and take it all..."

I was stunned, but my steps were still subconsciously moving forward. Oh, Li Zhi was pitiful, I was knocked to the ground by me. "Brother Jun, what are you doing?!" Li Zhi was in a bad mood and angrily rubbed his forehead that was hit by me and called out.

"Stop!" I shouted loudly, let alone Li Zhi, everyone in the room was startled.

Even Uncle Li started to glar at this side and glared at me with murderous aura. I had no time to explain, so I grabbed the medical book from the half-open and scared half-silly medical officer. When I saw it, it was fucking! That's this thing.

"Your Majesty! Xiaozhi, your sister is saved!" I waved the medical book in my hand with excitement, and screamed with excitement like a Chinese character dance waving the red book in my hand.

Originally, Sun Simiao, who was squatting aside, looking at the medical book, was still discussing with Taoist Yuan in a low voice and considering the prescription, heard what I said, and immediately rushed forward: "Where is it? Where is there any record?"

Uncle Li, who was originally going to be a sting, heard what I said, and the murderous aura on his face disappeared without a trace. He stood up half-believingly and half-doubtedly: "Son-in-law, you take this seriously."

"It's true, Princess Jinyang is really saved." I nodded quickly. Damn it, I went to the soles of my shoes without any effort. "No! I said, "Young Master, this prescription cannot cure Princess Jinyang." Sun Simao, who was originally surprised, saw the prescription in the medical book, and his expression instantly collapsed.

"Why can't it be cured?" After Li Zhi heard my words, the little kid who always regarded my words as truth heard Sun Simiao's words, reached out and snatched the medical book and started studying it: "A grinding the grass pole, using two liters of water to extract the juice, and taking it all can make the malaria cure. Isn't this clearly written clearly?"

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The imperial physicians next to them all looked worried, and finally the imperial physician order came forward: "Report to the Prince, this grass pole is a fragrant pole, which is the lowest in the medicine, and tastes bitter and cold. It is responsible for scabies, scabs, itchy scabs, killing insects, leaving heat in the bones and joints. It is bright. One is green pole and the other is ulcerated and the other is ulcerated. It produces Sichuan and Ze. It is really useless for malaria."

Sun Simiao also nodded in a straight line: "I have been practicing medicine for at least decades, and there are very few people who have recovered from malaria. I have tried this prescription more than ten times, but it has never been effective."

After hearing this, Li Zhi seemed to have lost the strength to get medical books. He sat back on the couch, but his eyes were still looking at me with a hint of hope, hoping that I would refute Dr. Sun's words, and Uncle Li also looked at me tightly, with a very bad expression.

I nodded: "Indeed, Qingluo can't cure malaria at all!"

"Boy, Fang Jun, you dare to deceive the king!" Uncle Li jumped up immediately, as if he was angry. Li Shu quickly reached out and held it, and winked at me in panic: "Junlang, why are you talking nonsense!"

I quickly explained: "My father-in-law, my son-in-law really didn't lie to you, but I'm talking about another kind of artemisia that can cure malaria. This is just a mistake in medical books."

"What?!" At this moment, let alone the miracle doctor, even the sage Taoist Master Yuan jumped up: "You guy Fang, do you take this seriously?"

"Of course, it was the wrong record in the medical books!" I said with certainty, 100% certainty, because this destruction was unraveled by a Chinese medical worker in later generations. I forgot what the specific name was, but now the right to discover its medicinal value has fallen into my hands, and history has been fooled by me again, hehehe...

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Chapter completed!