"As long as you understand." Tang He nodded with a relaxed face and said with a smile: "Originally, I was worried that you couldn't figure it out and would ruin the emperor's affairs. Now that I see that you see it so thoroughly, I feel relieved."
After saying that, Tang He looked back at Tang Ding. Seeing that his face was still confused, I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. His son is already regarded as a hero among men, and he is already one of the best among the descendants of honorable nobles. But compared to the old fox who hangs around the court, he is still far behind. Until now, he has not understood that Han Du's deprivation of the title was just a foreshadowing of the emperor's smooth flow. I am afraid that he is still fighting for Han Du in his heart.
Tang Ding was indeed aggrieved for Han Du. If it weren't for Tang He's serious illness, he would have gone away. In this way, not only will the relationship between the Duke of Xinguo and Han Du be directly exposed in front of everyone, but it will also ruin the emperor's plan.
Tang Ding's reaction saw Tang He shaking his head, but for Han Du's vigilance, Tang He praised Han Du again and again, full of admiration. Even when he was Han Du's age, he didn't have Han Du's plan.
But this is just right, even if he is gone, as long as Han Du is here, the Xinguo Duke's family will have no worries for at least three generations.
"Now you know why I didn't let Ding'er tell you?" Tang He smiled slightly, "Besides, I know my own body and bones, and I won't die in a short time."
At this moment, a servant came in carrying a bowl of medicine.
"Master, it's time to drink medicine."
When Han Du heard this, he raised his eyebrows instantly. When he saw the dark potion held by the servant, Han Du immediately shouted: "Wait a minute."
Tang He and Tang Ding looked at Han Du in confusion, wondering what he wanted to do.
Han Du paused and said hesitantly: "Master, have you tried this medicine?" Once bitten by a snake, he will be afraid of well ropes for ten years. Han Du was really frightened by the medicine and couldn't help but want to be more foolproof.
Tang He immediately understood what Han Du meant and said with a smile: "Don't worry about this. His Highness King Zhou personally diagnosed my disease and prescribed the medicine. There will be no problem."
Han Du immediately felt relieved when he heard that Zhu Zhu had diagnosed and treated Tang He's disease and prescribed the medicine. Since the accident in Tai Hospital, Lao Zhu no longer trusts Tai Hospital. Not only did Zhu Ru serve as the judge of Taiyuan Hospital, but only Lao Zhu himself, Queen Ma, and some people whom Lao Zhu valued were eligible to receive Zhu Ru's personal diagnosis and treatment.
And Zhu Xi's medical skills are indeed worthy of being judged by the Imperial Hospital. He has extremely high medical talent, and he studied hard with the convenience of the royal family. Later, I heard many medical theories and some special cases from Han Du. For example, Artemisia annua is used to treat dysentery and so on.
Zhu Ju's medical skills have already reached their peak, completely surpassing this era. Not to mention Taiyuan Hospital, even if we look at the whole world, no one can match Zhu Ru in terms of medical skills.
Therefore, only after Zhu Ju became famous, people no longer remembered him because of his status as His Royal Highness the King of Zhou, but as his status as a master of medicine. There are countless people in the world who hope to receive Zhu Ju's diagnosis and treatment. But I'm sorry, Zhu Xi is the prince, and most people don't even have the chance to see him, let alone for diagnosis and treatment?
Even in the court, only the ministers who were favored by Lao Zhu would be ordered by Lao Zhu to diagnose and treat them. Therefore, every time someone received Zhu Ju's diagnosis and treatment, it was regarded as a sign of the emperor's favor.
Han Du nodded, took the servant's medicine bowl, waved to him and said, "Go down."
The servant looked at Han Du dumbfounded, then looked at the father-in-law. When he saw the father-in-law nodded slightly, the servant bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."
Han Du held the medicine bowl, came closer, scooped up the medicine with a spoon, blew it gently to cool it, and fed Tang He one mouthful at a time.
Tang He also refused to accept anyone who came, and allowed Han Du to feed him all the medicine and drink it, looking at Han Du with a smile on his face.
Han Du couldn't laugh, looking at the optimistic Tang He with a sad face.
When Tang Ding saw it, he couldn't help but beg in a low voice: "Han Du, you are the most capable, can you save dad?"
Han Du turned around and saw that Tang Ding's eyes were full of pleading, and he couldn't bear it. He didn't know how to answer him. If it was a disease that he happened to know about, then Han Du would naturally save Tang He without hesitation.
But now Tang He is obviously running out of gas, how can he save himself? Besides, Tang He is not young anymore. He is three years older than Lao Zhudu, and he is seventy years old this year. Life is rare in the past seventy years. It can be said that it is a miracle that Tang He can live to this age. This is not the future world. Even if we look at the medical conditions of the future generations, we don’t know how many people will die in their fifties or sixties. It can be said that Tang He lived longer than many people in later generations.
Tang He is so old, and coupled with the chronic illnesses left over from his early years of fighting, his energy has almost been exhausted. In such a situation, even future generations would not be able to do anything about it, so what can Han Du do?
"Ding'er, don't mess around." Tang He's voice was a little conceited, but he still scolded Tang Ding with a straight face, "Han Du is not a god, do you think he can live to death with human flesh and bones, and rejuvenate his youth?"
Tang Ding's eyes dimmed for a while, and he also knew that there was no way to cure his father's illness. When Zhu Ju came for diagnosis and treatment earlier, he told him that his father's illness could not be cured even by Luo Jinxian, and he could only live one day at a time.
Seeing Tang Ding's appearance, Han Du could only say helplessly: "His Royal Highness King Zhou's medical skills are far superior to mine. It is true that I can cure some difficult and complicated diseases, but for regulating the body in this way, it is really Not as good as King Zhou."
Seeing Han Du himself saying that there was nothing he could do, Tang Ding's face was filled with sadness.
Tang He cursed angrily: "Why are you crying? I'm not dead yet, why are you crying here?"
Seeing his father's anger, Tang Ding was afraid of making his father sick again, so he quickly suppressed his sadness and lowered his head to admit his mistake: "My child, my child knows I was wrong."
Tang He didn't really want to do anything to Tang Ding. When he lowered his head to admit his mistake and suppressed his voice, he turned to look at Han Du: "After I go, I'm afraid this fool alone won't be able to support the Duke's mansion. You But you need to help him more."
There is more than one Duke of Xin in the Tang family. In addition to the title of Duke Xin, there is also the title of Marquis Suyi of Tang Ding. If it were just a Dukedom of Xinguo, with Tang Ding's ability, there would be no problem in supporting it.
But the prestige of a prince is too strong, which is unique to the Ming Dynasty. In the eyes of many people, Xinguo Gongfu can be said to be the most wealthy family in the Ming Dynasty. With great prestige, he will also suffer more wind and rain. Tang He was afraid that Tang Ding would not be able to cope with it, so he begged Han Du.
Han Du glanced sideways at Tang Ding, then looked back at Tang He, and said seriously: "Don't worry, sir, Brother Tang is very talented, but he just lacks experience. In a few years, I believe that Brother Tang alone will be able to handle everything." As long as I, Han Du, am alive for one day, I can protect Brother Tang."
"Okay, hahaha, with your words, I can still smile with a smile on my face even if I die now." After Tang He received Han Du's personal promise, his excited lips could not stop trembling, and even the expression on his face , even a trace of blood began to appear.
Seeing Tang He stretch out his hands, Han Du quickly stretched out his own hands and added Tang Ding. The second elder and the fourth are young, holding each other tightly with six palms.
Just as the three of them were immersed in emotion, the voice of the servant outside the door came in.
"His Royal Highness the King of Zhou has arrived."
The three people quickly let go of their hands and calmed down their expressions.
Han Du and Tang Ding immediately stood together, facing the door. Seeing Zhu Rui walking in with a calm expression, the two of them worshiped in unison:
"My lord, please pay homage to the prince."
"Caomin, pay your respects to the prince."
Zhu Tie didn't pay attention at first, he just nodded subconsciously and said it casually. But he suddenly saw Han Du and asked in surprise: "Huh? Han Du, are you here too?"
"Yes," Han Du replied with a somewhat depressed look: "This time I went to sea for a year, and I wanted to visit Duke Xin when I came back. But I didn't expect..."
When Zhu Ting heard this, he also let out a long sigh, glanced at Tang Ding, and said: "Birth, old age, illness and death are all human beings, so you don't need to be too sad."
Then, Zhu Ru walked to Tang He, sat on the stool, and said, "My lord, let me check your pulse first."
Obviously, Zhu Ru didn't have any good solution for Tang He's illness. And he couldn't bear to see Tang Ding and Han Du's faces full of sorrow, so he simply started to feel Tang Ding's pulse.
"I'm an old man, but I still let His Royal Highness Zhou go back and forth. Thank you, Your Highness!" Tang He smiled weakly and stretched out his hand.
Zhu Ru gently touched Tang He's pulse on his wrist and pondered carefully.
After a while, Zhu Zhu checked the pulses of Tang He's hands and put Tang He's hands back into the quilt. Smiling, he said: "Old man, please cultivate yourself well. I will give you another prescription."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Tang He was very open-minded and could still laugh.
Zhu Ru came to the desk, pondered for a moment, picked up the brush and wrote down a prescription.
After handing the prescription to Tang Ding, Zhu Xi turned around and saluted Tang He, "Old sir, I will take my leave first."
"Your Highness is too polite, but this old minister is being rude. I hope Your Highness will forgive me." Tang He said apologetically, and then pointed at Tang Ding, "Ding'er, send your Highness off for me."
"My child, I obey." Tang Ding bowed and replied, then motioned to Zhu Rui, "Your Highness, please!"
Zhu Rui didn't care about these common etiquette. He nodded and walked out of the house. Han Du and Tang Ding followed Zhu Rui to see him off.
After leaving the door, Tang Ding bowed to Zhu Zhu again and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for treating my father."
Hearing this, Zhu Tie turned around and sighed, saying: "You don't need to thank me. My husband's body has indeed reached the point where the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. There is nothing I can do. I can only prescribe some warm and tonic prescriptions, and I can count on one more day." One day."
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