In the princess's bedroom, in a small cubicle blocked by a screen, Zheng Yangsheng sat blankly, thinking about the prince's words.
The prince is a man who has gone through great storms. Zheng Yangsheng has followed the prince for many years and has never seen him show such a tone.
"This is no joke!"
A stern voice floated in my ears.
Zheng Yangsheng frowned, thinking that the prince could even laugh and talk about a craniotomy, but he was so nervous because of an illness that looked like a cold.
An ominous premonition arose from the bottom of my heart.
There are two enclosed spaces separated to the west of the room, one is where Zheng Yangsheng lives, and the other is where Lin Wanjie lives temporarily.
At this time, Lin Wanjie was still beside the princess, carefully checking her condition.
Now that we have already come into contact, there is not much use in avoiding it.
Lin Wanjie relied on his strong body and said that he could survive malaria even if he got it.
When people in ancient times suffered from malaria, they had almost no other way except to physically fight it off.
Moreover, the body's reaction also varies from person to person. Some people are severe and some are mild. It must be a very serious situation like the princess's fever to the point of coma.
After Lin Wanjie's treatment, the princess gradually regained consciousness.
The pretty face covered with cold sweat was pale and weak, and when she opened her eyes in a sickly state, she saw the big man guarding her on the pillow, and her eyes were filled with a thin layer of mist.
"Doctor Lin..."
"Don't worry, Princess. It will get better gradually."
"Yes." Nangong Ying nodded lightly, closed her eyes again, and then smelled the smoke in the room, full of medicinal smell, and couldn't help coughing again, "Cough cough cough... Doctor Lin, open the window for ventilation."
"..." Lin Wanjie didn't know how to answer. In the early stages of malaria, everything is unknown. Opening windows for ventilation is good for the patient, but it is a threat to other people in the palace.
Lin Wanjie's silent look made Nangong Ying a little confused: "Doctor Lin, what kind of disease is this?"
"Princess, do you want to hear the truth?"
"certainly."
"malaria."
"..."
Nangong Ying fell silent for a moment.
Ordinary people may not know what malaria is, but as a princess, she is well-informed and has heard of malaria even though she has never seen it.
Although most people think that folk legends about malaria are exaggerated.
But it's definitely an evil thing that makes people blush.
After a long time, Nangong Ying opened her eyes again: "Doctor Lin, will I die?"
"No." Lin Wanjie said firmly.
"Yes, Doctor Lin is a person who can even cure the prince's headache."
"Princess, rest first, I still have things to do."
Lin Wanjie got up and walked away, reaching the table where he entered the room, and then used a charcoal pen to draw as much as possible the appearance of Artemisia annua in his memory.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. It was the doctor invited by Prince Jing, and it was Dr. Zhang Youzhang who had previously called for doctors to come for consultation.
Lin Wanjie handed over the picture of Artemisia annua, and then said: "Doctor Zhang, have you ever seen this thing? Or have you seen anyone using this thing for medicine."
Outside the door, Prince Jing was guarding it personally.
Because of the presence of Prince Jing, Doctor Zhang looked serious on his face, but he didn't care in his heart. He took a cursory look and saw that the plants on the drawing were very lifelike, with slender leaves extending outward in the shape of five fingers, and very thin branches that looked like Most of the wild grasses and flowers in the mountains look similar.
At the same time, there is a drawing of dried medicine on the drawing paper as an aid to understanding.
"I have never seen this thing before, let alone anyone using it as medicine."
"Then Doctor Lao Zhang is here to find it quickly. This thing is the key to treating malaria... and treating the princess. There must be no mistake!"
Lin Wanjie didn't want to expose the malaria incident, which would cause panic.
At the same time, he was a little anxious, and his tone was a bit commanding.
Doctor Zhang was displeased and looked unhappy.
But since the prince was present, he didn't say much, just hummed softly.
Because Lin Wanjie could not see the situation outside through the door of the room, he added: "Artemisia annua usually grows in dry mountains. It is easy to find on sunny mountains. Artemisia annua can be found in Daqingshan."
Before Lin Wanjie finished speaking, Doctor Zhang had already walked away with the drawings.
Prince Jing was very worried, but he didn't want to cause trouble by talking about malaria. He chased after Dr. Zhang and asked repeatedly: "Doctor Zhang, do you understand Dr. Lin's instructions?"
"With the drawings here, I already understand."
"Doctor Zhang must search carefully. This matter is of great importance, and more people must be ordered to go."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have my own sense of discretion."
After Doctor Zhang finished speaking, he left the palace.
The two accompanying little medicine boys immediately came over to help carry the medicine box.
"Master, why did you come out so soon?"
"Needless to say? Of course, Master's medical skills are superb, and the medicine can cure the disease."
Doctor Zhang had no intention of paying attention. He looked at the drawing in his hand, snorted coldly, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it on the roadside.
At this time, the maid Xiaolian passed by. She came here to find Lin Da.
Lin Da has been in the palace for treatment for some time. When the eldest lady did not see Lin Da come back, she sent Xiao Lian to ask about the situation.
The ball of paper fell at Xiao Lian's feet. Xiao Nizi was a little angry when she saw the handwriting exposed on the foot of the ball of paper. This was the charcoal pen that only Lin Da could use.
Xiaolian was a little curious, so she picked it up and opened it to see that it was real.
It's just that she didn't know what Lin Da painted, but she put it away when she saw that the painting was realistic.
After putting away the paper ball, before reaching the gate of Prince Jing's Mansion, a palace soldier stopped in front: "Go away, you are not allowed to go near Prince Jing's Mansion from now on."
Xiao Lian was so confused that she had no idea what was happening, but she was so frightened by the momentum of the soldiers that she backed away.
"I am the maid of the Xiao family. The eldest lady came to ask Lin Dawei why he hasn't gone home yet?"
Lin Da, a member of the Xiao family, was very famous in the palace. The soldiers in the palace listened and said, "Doctor Lin and the princess encountered some problems while treating the disease. Now the palace has been sealed off. Doctor Lin himself cannot leave the palace."
"What?" Xiaolian became more and more confused as she listened, but she didn't dare to ask these soldiers any more questions, so she had to return to the Xiao family.
Half an hour later, night fell.
Xiaolian returned to Xiao Mansion, and the eldest lady was already waiting outside.
After all, he was working for the palace, and he could get into trouble if he was not careful.
Lin went away for a day at night and didn't come back until nightfall.
Of course the eldest lady is worried.
At this time, I had been waiting outside for a long time, pretending to look at the sunset, but in fact I was feeling uneasy and had no intention of appreciating the scenery.
Seeing Xiao Cui back and alone, the eldest lady's heart skipped a beat and she hurried over: "Where's Mrs. Lin?"
"Still in the palace."
"Why didn't he come back? Could it be that he was in trouble?"
Xiaolian frowned and shook her head, expressing confusion: "Madam, the palace has banned anyone from entering or leaving. I won't even let you get close."
"What? Did that fool cause trouble in the palace?"
"Madam, don't be nervous. The order to ban the palace was issued by Mr. Lin. I don't know what happened, but at least it means Mr. Lin didn't cause any trouble, right?"
