Jill is a female worker in a textile factory in Paris.
A month ago, she met her destined man in Paris. They went shopping in the neighborhood and had sex in a hotel.
Just two days later, Jill became ill.
At first, she thought it was just a minor cold in winter that would be cured in a few days.
But as time went on, her condition became more and more serious.
Not only her, but most of the female workers in the entire factory were sick and too sick to go to work.
The factory also shut down a few days ago.
Then came the news of the defeat of the French army everywhere.
Jill sat in front of the window. She coughed violently, and the thick phlegm she spit out was bloodshot.
Now she has a splitting headache, nausea, and burning pain in her lungs.
She knew she had to see a doctor.
But how many capable doctors are there in Europe?
She went to many doctors, underwent bloodletting, and ate rotten unknown meat and herbs... But her condition did not get better, but instead became worse and worse.
Although the doctor failed to cure her, the high medical expenses left Jill bankrupt.
When she was desperate and helpless, a group of angels dressed in white came out of Versailles.
They were wrapped in strange clothes sewn from leather, with a white long gown on the outside. There was a blood-red gourd printed on the left chest and back of the long gown.
These doctors from the Ming Dynasty set up a large number of tents in an open space outside the town of Versailles and provided free medical treatment to all patients who contracted the disease.
Slogans in two languages such as "Humanitarian Aid", "Doctors of Da Ming Tai Hospital" and "Mingfa Friendship" were hung in the tent area.
Gil was sitting on a chair, and in front of him was a doctor with only two eyes exposed.
The doctor measured her temperature with a strange, graduated glass stick, and moved an instrument clamped to a tube connecting her ears slowly over her chest.
Jill was asked many questions, all related to the pandemic affecting Europe.
The doctor on the side was taking notes carefully.
In the end, the doctor didn't say anything, but just prescribed her several strange drugs, an anti-inflammatory drug called "sulfa", a syrup called "loquat cream", and an anti-inflammatory drug called "morphine". Pain medicine…
After returning home, Jill followed the doctor's instructions, first taking sulfonamide, then a small amount of morphine, drinking a little syrup, and then fell on the bed to sleep.
This was the most restful sleep she had had in recent days. Her cough was not as severe as before and she fell asleep quickly.
When she got up the next day, she felt that her body was recovering well, although the headache was still there, the cough was still there, and the lungs were still painful.
But at least it's not as serious as the day before yesterday.
This medicine works!
It is indeed the Ming Dynasty, the beacon of human civilization.
Jill happily went to the tent area because Daming's doctor told her that she would come here no matter whether her condition improved or worsened.
Since Dr. Daming wants to treat him, he will be responsible for his condition.
Jill's affection for Daming skyrocketed in her heart, and her yearning for Daming became stronger and stronger.
In the Palace of Versailles, a group of Ming Dynasty officials were sorting out pathology reports.
These experimental data from nearly a thousand patients have kept everyone busy.
Nie Renjie was sweating profusely as he exchanged information between the archives and the conference room. From time to time, he could hear the loud arguments of the group of doctors.
"What are the doctors in District 3 doing? Don't you ask them to control variable medication? How come the comparison table is so messed up?"
"Keep the information on file first and let them reset the control experiment. If you make such a stupid mistake again, one point will be deducted for the next medical qualification examination!"
"Hey, Lao Chen, don't blame District 3. They are basically all intern doctors, so mistakes are inevitable."
"Yes, failure is the mother of success. Besides, there are so many patients here, are you afraid of insufficient experimental samples?"
Nie Renjie shook his head and went in with a stack of medical records. He piled the medical records in front of a group of busy doctors and quietly left.
This winter is still very long, and Ming Dynasty’s pharmacological experiments on this influenza virus have just begun.
…
Jinling First Hospital.
Zhu Zaiming stood in front of the window, looking at the heavy snow outside the glass window, feeling very nervous.
He was surrounded by a group of ministers who came after hearing the news.
Qin Yuan had just finished printing a new batch of books sent to the vassal country, and rushed to the hospital on a steam locomotive.
Seeing Zhu Zaiming's uneasy eyes, he quickly raised his hands and saluted.
"Your Majesty, don't worry, Jinling First Hospital has gathered the most experienced doctors in the world, and there will be no problem if they take action.
Moreover, the empress and the queen have their own destiny, so I don’t think Taishang Laojun will make things difficult for me, the Ming Dynasty..."
As Qin Yuan said this, he was actually beating a drum in his heart.
After all, judging from past experience, childbirth during this period is always accompanied by various accidents. In addition, medical conditions are limited, and doctors’ knowledge of fertility is also limited.
The mortality rate of young children is still quite high.
But at the same time, Qin Yuan felt that he could not be so arbitrary. The Ming Dynasty's advanced nature had already been reflected in the Australian period.
Taishang Laojun was very kind to Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Zaiming was different from traditional emperors.
The new university is changing with each passing day, and the academic approach of studying things to achieve knowledge is very popular. Problems in the past can always be solved bit by bit.
Just like surgery, Jinling First Hospital has performed several surgeries, including the most dangerous craniotomy.
If Cao Cao had seen a doctor in Ming Dynasty and saw the extremely high success rate of Jinling No. 1 Hospital, he would not have been so resistant to having his head opened.
Zhu Zaiming turned around, looked at Qin Yuan funny, and said.
"Old Qin, I have confidence in these doctors. I am just worried about what to name my child. Should I pick up the "Periodic Table of Elements" set by Taizu again?"
"Forehead……"
Qin Yuan was speechless. According to common sense, every emperor in the Ming Dynasty must abide by the genealogy established by Taizu.
But after seeing with his own eyes the power of the Ming Dynasty, Qin Yuan believed that the so-called "ancestral law" could be changed.
Qin Yuan answered.
"How does Your Majesty compare to Taizu, and how does it compare to Chengdu?
Today, the territory of our Ming Dynasty is unprecedentedly large, and there is no longer a unified enemy in the known world, reaching the ultimate dynasty in history.
From Wei Chen's point of view, whether or not this ancestral law is followed is entirely up to your majesty's preference. "
As Qin Yuan spoke, he complained silently in his heart. He had long known that Zhu Zaiming didn't care about the so-called "periodic table of elements" and didn't want to create any five-element characters.
To put it bluntly, if Zhu Zaiming named the prince after Zhu Yuanzhang, the ministers would agree with it with both hands and feet, thinking that this was Zhu Zaiming's expectation for the prince.
After all, with Zhu Zaiming's current achievements, Zhu Yuanzhang will definitely smile if he knows what he is doing.
Zhu Zaiming pointed at the flattering Qin Yuan angrily. He looked at the heavy snow outside the window and made a decision in his heart.
"My child, when you were born, the whole Ming Dynasty was calling your name - Zhu Youming."
If it is a boy, it will be called Zhu Youming, if it is a girl, it will be called Zhu Youming.
