Even Princess Chunjun couldn't make up her mind about a blood transfusion. She glanced at Prince Chun and saw that her son had finally had an heir, so she couldn't make a decision easily.
Prince Chun thought for a while, then walked out of the house and went straight into the study. Ajiu had already been waiting in the room.
Prince Chun looked at Ajiu with a troubled expression, "Miss Yang said... to release the child's blood and put other people's blood into the body..."
"Even if I do this, I don't know if it can be cured."
Such a method... Although Ajiu followed Miss Yang to fight the epidemic in Tongzhou, she couldn't help but gasp after hearing these words. No wonder Prince Chun hesitated.
Prince Chunjun sat down and before he invited Miss Yang over, he had already thought about it. No matter who said it could cure children's diseases, he would let them try. Rather than wait for death, it would be better to give it a try, but when he saw
After the child... looking at the child's tender face and hearing his wife's pleading voice, he couldn't stop being cruel.
Prince Chun asked tentatively, "Can you ask Prince Xuan again... whether Miss Yang's medical skills... are reliable?"
"It's no big deal," Ajiu said respectfully, "The prince has already entered the palace."
King Xuan has entered the palace? Was it summoned by the emperor? Prince Chun was too tired with trivial matters at home and did not send anyone to inquire about the news.
Ajiu said: "Your Majesty made it clear before entering the palace. If you ask whether you can trust Miss Yang, let me tell you that if Miss Yang cannot be cured, there is no one else who can." He paused.
After a pause, "Your Majesty, please weigh it yourself!"
Prince Xuan believes in Miss Yang so much, he has nothing else to say, let alone hesitate.
Prince Chun came out of the study and returned to the residence of Princess Chun. Princess Chun was obviously exhausted and still struggling to hold on. Prince Chun looked at his wife. Although he felt sad, he did not hesitate, "Yang Da
Miss, what do you need to treat a child?"
Unexpectedly, Prince Chun would allow Miss Yang to do such nonsense, and there was a burst of discussion inside and outside the house.
In particular, the imperial doctor from Taiyuan Hospital hurriedly stepped forward to persuade Prince Chun, "Your Majesty, you must think carefully. The young master's life depends on your thoughts."
Promising to let the Yang family deal with the chaos is a dead end.
Time was running out, and Yang Mo didn't care to listen to what the imperial doctors were talking about. She stood up and said to Princess Chunjun, "Can you bring me a pen and paper? I have something, and I need to trouble myself to make it right away."
Princess Chunjun ordered people to get paper and pen. Yang Mo sat in front of the desk and picked up the pen. She needed a centrifuge, a simple one would be fine, and here she needed a variable speed gear.
"Isn't this something used for turning water and grinding it?" Ji Zizhuan next to him said after seeing the sketch drawn by Yang Mo.
Water-rotating continuous grinding is very common. The thing Miss Yang painted just used pedestrian gears, which looks much simpler than water-rotating continuous grinding.
Yang Mo couldn't help but feel happy. Gears had been used in ancient times, so her simple centrifuge must be good. Yang Mo stopped writing and asked Ji Zi Zhuan, "Can it be made?"
Ji Zi Zhuan nodded, "Of course it can." This thing is like a box with a rotating handle. I don't know what Miss Yang will use it for.
Yang Mo handed the note to the mother next to her, who then passed it to King Chun who was next to him. King Chun looked at it carefully and said, "I'll ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to help and make it immediately." The Ministry of Internal Affairs has a lot of ready-made materials.
It's more convenient to do.
The centrifuge can make it, and the next thing she wants will be much easier, "I also want pineapples. If I can get citrus, it's the best. I also want lime."
Pineapples, citrus and lime... what does this have to do with curing diseases? Miss Yang's requests are getting more and more unexpected.
Princess Chunjun ordered people to prepare things, and then came out of Princess Chunjun's room.
As soon as she walked out of the courtyard, a woman came to greet Princess Chunjun and saluted, "There are many people in the courtyard, so I can't get there, so I can only wait here for news."
Princess Chunjun nodded, "I'm sorry, Madam, I'm thinking about it."
"Whatever I say, it's all my own business..." Mrs. Zhou said in a low voice, "I heard that Miss Yang asked for food. Are you planning to eat while seeing a doctor? Treating diseases and saving people is not the most important thing.
?Why are you still thinking about it at this time..."
Have you never heard of a doctor who first asks for tangerines and pineapples when he comes in? Do you think he is here for a banquet? Who doesn't know that these two fruits are not easy to buy outside.
Princess Chunjun also felt strange, "It will probably take some time. Whatever Miss Yang wants, we will try our best to find it and get it. This is the only way we can help."
This Mrs. Zhou is related to Prince Kang's family. Mrs. Zhou's son may inherit Prince Kang's title. The court is anxious to recall Prince Kang's serious descendant, King Xuan, to the capital to ask about this matter. King Xuan is going to inherit Prince Kang's title, so he has to give up the former emperor.
The Ministry of Rites has already issued a memorial regarding the title of Prince Xuan given to him. This matter of one king and two titles has never happened before. In the final analysis, the emperor is still worried about the late emperor’s desire to put Prince Xuan on the throne. This is a change of law.
Changing the order of the late emperor and giving King Xuan one less title is also to show everyone that the current emperor holds the power, and even if he has the protection of the late emperor, it will be useless.
It is said that Mrs. Zhou's son is likely to inherit the title of Prince Kang, and Mrs. Zhou Li will be the concubine of Prince Kang's palace in the future.
There were several mistresses in the clan camp who were good at dancing, and Mrs. Li was one of them. No matter which house there was something going on, she would always be there.
"Are you going to see the princess?" Li suddenly said.
Princess Chunjun nodded, "The princess is not in good health and is resting in the wing. I might as well go over and say something to put her mind at ease."
Mrs. Li nodded and accompanied Princess Chunjun to Dongyuanzi.
As soon as I climbed the steps, I heard a cough coming from the open window in the room, and then scolded the servant, "Don't talk nonsense."
The servants stepped forward to open the curtain, and Princess Chunjun walked into the room. Lying on the soft couch next to her was a woman in her twenties wearing a silver-red jacket, a light blue plum blossom cloak, and a ponytail. The woman had a filigree on her head.
Peony is very noble, but it makes her cheeks look particularly pale, her eyebrows are lightly swept, and there are some tired red threads in her big eyes.
Princess Chunjun stepped forward to say hello, and the woman hurriedly got up to help Princess Chunjun. Princess Chunjun stepped forward to help her, "The princess is not in good health, so she had better rest well."
The woman had no choice but to perform family rituals and whispered: "How is it? Does Miss Yang have any ideas?"
Princess Chunjun didn't say anything, and Mrs. Li next to her said, "I can't say for sure, I can only give it a try."
The woman's tears immediately rolled down her face, "It's such a pity that Princess Chunjun has to endure this."
At this point, we can only take one step at a time.
Mrs. Li helped Princess Chunjun to sit down and suddenly thought of something, "Oh, the case of Miss Yang's father was investigated by the county prince, right? Will Miss Yang be... therefore..."
Princess Chunjun also had such doubts, but looking at Miss Yang's appearance, she didn't know the joints here, so she pretended to be nonchalant.
Princess Chunjun's face changed slightly, and Mrs. Li next to her was silent, unable to continue talking.
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In Taiyuan Hospital, the news about Prince Chunjun's palace also reached the ears of the judge from the right hospital.
The right court judge placed the tea bowl in his hand heavily on the low table, "I, daughters are ungrateful things. Yang Bingzheng gave Mr. Feng Ge a problem back then, and now his daughter... is here again and again.
If it weren't for her, Master Tong wouldn't be in jail."
Qiao Wenjing didn't know why, but just thinking about Miss Yang made her whole body hurt. Thinking of how she felt crawling on the bed to recuperate, she asked after a while: "Is it possible that Miss Yang can even cure this strange disease?"
The judge from the right court smiled coldly, "Impossible, there is no way to treat that disease." However, it was not shocking to think of Miss Yang's use of blood to treat acne.
Qiao Wenjing knew that the judge in the right hospital could not help but say that Miss Yang's medical skills were sometimes beyond the reach of the hospital, so he said for the judge in the right hospital: "The strange death of Yang Bingzheng is still a worry for me. Miss Yang came from the Chang family
He came out and opened a drug store again, which is not something ordinary women can do. I'm afraid that Miss Yang will complain on behalf of his father in the future. You also saw her filing a petition to sue the Chang family to the government. What else can happen?
Can’t do it?”
Qiao Wenjing just didn't say anything. He was really afraid that Miss Yang had cured the strange disease. He wanted to learn from the previous lessons and take precautions before it happened.
The judge on the right court looked at Qiao Wenjing humbly and said, "Master Qiao, please show me the way."
Qiao Wenjing looked around carefully, then lowered his head, and the judge from the right court hurriedly came over.
"The court judge has a close relationship with the Taoist priest of the Shangqingyuan, and the Shangqingyuan has already prepared to perform rituals and pray for blessings. If the auspicious time to perform the rituals passes... what should we do..."
The judge from the Right Court immediately understood, and asked the Taoist priest of the Shangqing Court to explain to the emperor that he had to take the child to the Shangqing Court to perform the ritual now, otherwise it would be too late.
The judge from the right court stood up and said, "It's no time to delay. I'll go and do the work right now."
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The Ministry of Internal Affairs quickly sent an object to Prince Chunjun's Mansion, and everyone speculated what the object was used for.
For the time being, Yang Mo calls this simple transmission gear Shui Lian Mo, a name that everyone can easily accept.
Chunjun Prince's Mansion also found a small amount of pineapples and tangerines. It's not the season for tangerines now, so it's already a big deal to get three. Even so, almost the entire clan camp was asked about them.
Yang Mo put the tangerine to her nose, and a very fragrant smell came out, "Press the tangerine into juice and strain it with fine cloth before use."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, Ji Zizhuan carefully walked into the room holding the small bottle in his hand, "Miss Yang wants the fermented water made of green vitriol."
Sure enough, there is such a thing. There are records of phosphorus water in ancient books, which is the product of Taoist priests' alchemy. Modern people joke that Taoist priests are the earliest chemists in China. But any water with strong acidity is called phosphorus water, which contains sulfuric acid, hydrochloric acid, and nitric acid.
So she explained that she wanted to use green vitriol.
Green vitriol is a sulfate, so the product must be sulfuric acid.
The citrus liquid is precipitated with lime slurry to precipitate the lemon calcium, and then the lemon calcium is washed repeatedly to remove the salt, and then the lemon calcium is decomposed with sulfuric acid water, and the clear water above is citric acid.
In this way, she has natural citric acid, which is the most primitive blood anticoagulant. Everything is ready here, and almost nothing can stop her from transfusing the young master's blood.
Extracting citric acid is the simplest chemical process. She took several biochemistry classes in medical school. Once she taught about the tricarboxylic acid cycle, she explained the medical uses of citric acid and used two extracurricular group experiment times to demonstrate on-site.
How to extract citric acid from citrus juice.
She was fortunate to have learned enough in modern times to be able to put it to use now.
Yang Mo prepared everything and started preparing citric acid.
Ji Zi Zhuan originally wanted to remind Miss Yang that the gall water is a very powerful thing. He once tried to use the gall water to treat bayberry sores, and the patient suffered terribly. But when he saw Miss Yang carefully putting the gall water aside, then
He clearly knew how powerful the water was, so it would be unnecessary for him to say it.
Having known Miss Yang for a long time, Ji Zizhuan felt more and more strange as to why Miss Yang knew so much.
Yang Mo carefully fiddled with the things in her hands in the side room.
"Citrus juice."
"Lime water."
Next to the small medicine stove, Yang Mo watched carefully and slowly put the lime water in.
Yang Mo picked up the porcelain pot of juice.
What is Miss Yang doing? What is she going to do?
The smell of citrus is wafting in the wind in the yard.
Yang Mo kept thinking about green, green, it must be green.
Yang Mo felt as if a long time had passed, her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the contents in the porcelain pot turned green.
"If you put it aside to settle, useful things will settle down."
After waiting for a while, Yang Mo continued.
As long as the first step of washing and acid hydrolysis is completed, the rest will go smoothly.
Pulling out the citric acid from the water above, Yang Mo tasted it carefully. This is the taste, the taste of citric acid.
Ji Zi said in seal script: "There is poisonous water in this place, and poisonous water can hurt people."
"Yes," Yang Mo nodded, "but the water has been dissolved by water, so it will be fine."
"Why use charcoal?"
"Take off the color above and make the liquid as transparent as water."
It's impossible. Carbon is black, so how can it turn into colorless water?
Ji Zi Zhuan stared at the thing in Miss Yang's hand while Yang Mo filtered out the liquid.
It is indeed transparent.
Ji Zizhuan's eyes widened. Oh my god, why did Miss Yang know these things? He didn't know how to understand everything that happened in front of him. It was like he was in a dream. No, this was something he could never dream of.
Only gods can turn stone into gold. Is Miss Yang a god? Otherwise, how could she use Taoist brewed water and turn citrus juice into water?
"Miss Yang turned citrus juice into water. What kind of trick is this?"
In the last step, Yang Mo put the citric acid into the centrifuge and turned the handle quickly to remove impurities in the charcoal.
When Ji Zi Zhuan was stunned, Yang Mo had already used a small bamboo tube to prick the blood vessels on the back of her hand, and then asked Ji Zi Zhuan to help draw out some blood.
Put the blood into a small bottle with citric acid, shake it gently twice, and then look at the blood in the bottle carefully.
"What will happen?"
Yang Mo said: "Blood added with this kind of acidic water will not coagulate."
Impossible, he is a surgeon, and he knows best that blood will turn into blood clots within a short time.
Yang Mo handed the small bottle to Ji Zi Zhuan.
Ji Zi Zhuan looked into the bottle and felt that his scalp was numb and had not changed. The blood was still the same as before, flowing and not clumping.
Really, really, what Miss Yang said is true.
Yang Mo looked at Mr. Bai next to him, and unexpectedly met Mr. Bai's suspicious eyes. Mr. Bai was doubting her. Mr. Bai was the only one who had gotten along with Yang Molan and knew Yang Molan's temperament and personality.
Every move she makes now is so different from Yang Molan's.
Yang Mo knew in her heart that this day would come sooner or later. She relied on Mr. Bai to trust her in his heart and would still protect her a little. Even if she had doubts, she would not say anything.
Ji Zizhuan was already shocked by what Miss Yang had done, and it was too late to think of anything else, "What's next? What if the blood doesn't coagulate?"
Yang Mo said: "We want to see whose blood is suitable for the young master."
It turns out that blood transfusion depends on whether it is suitable or not.
"Isn't everyone's blood okay?"
Yang Mo shook her head, "No, we must not exclude each other."
They are not mutually exclusive, Mr. Bai pondered, "As long as they are blood relatives, there will be no mutual exclusion, right?"
Human blood is divided into different types. Not only close relatives will have the same blood type, but also according to the perspective of blood transfusion, the more direct relatives the blood transfusion is more dangerous, as immune reactions are more likely to occur and may lead to death.
Just when Yang Mo was about to explain carefully to Mr. Bai, Princess Chunjun walked over quickly with someone helping her, and beside her was the anxious Mrs. Tuesday.
Princess Chunjun was just a little nervous, but Mrs. Tuesday's face turned very ugly, and the two of them went straight into the main room without saying a word.
Princess Chunjun walked into the side room and looked directly at Prince Chun. After a while, she opened her mouth and said, "Someone from Shangqing Courtyard came and said they would bring the child into the palace for treatment."
Mrs. Tuesday stood aside breathlessly, watching Prince Chun's face turn livid, and a surge of anger could no longer be suppressed from her eyes, "The emperor clearly agreed to let me ask a doctor for diagnosis and treatment, why do you want to ask a doctor for diagnosis and treatment at this time?"
The Shangqingyuan came to take someone away. This is my child, not the things he threw into the alchemy furnace."
Princess Chunjun looked around in fear and shouted at Prince Chun, "My dear, are you crazy? It is a crime of great disrespect for anyone to hear these words."
Damn the disrespect, King Chun ignored it, "What has the Zhou Dynasty become in these years? It's ridiculous that when he came to the throne, he listened to the Taoist priests and didn't even change his reign name. In order to consolidate his power... this is nothing.
In seven or eight years, the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to be destroyed in his hands. The late emperor was right, and King Xuan should be allowed to ascend the throne. They are all descendants of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and they are all the kings and kings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, so they should promote the virtuous...
..." Prince Chun's eyes became redder and redr as he spoke, as if he couldn't hold himself back.
Princess Chunjun stepped forward, pursed her lips, reached out and slapped King Chun firmly on the face, interrupting King Chun's words.
"I think you are crazy. I don't care what you think in your heart. As long as the current emperor is still sitting on the throne, you can only keep these words in your heart and cannot say them out." Princess Chunjun said with a sneer, "I miss you."
We can’t even think that hundreds of people in Prince Chunjun’s palace will die because of these few words of yours.”
Prince Chun's eyes became clear again and he quickly lowered his head, "It was my son's fault," he said with wet eyes, "But... those are my flesh and blood... How could I just watch..."
"Find a way..." Princess Chunjun said, "If you think of a way again, you are a man, you can't panic behind your back like this. Now that the Shangqing Court is coming to your door, I am afraid that Miss Yang will be implicated..."
King Chunjun nodded, hurriedly bent down and went out to ask someone to ask the clan official to ask for Prince Lingxian.
Princess Chunjun and Mrs. Zhou walked up to Yang Mo. Mrs. Zhou first told Yang Mo that the Taoist priest had come to ask for someone, "I'm going to take him away. I don't know if he will be diagnosed and treated when he enters the palace."
Since the emperor wanted to use Taoist methods, how could he still ask others to diagnose and treat him? I didn't expect that the emperor would be so absurd.
Princess Chunjun sighed, "The prince has already tried to think of something, but he is just afraid that it will injure the young lady. The young lady will just go to the side room for a while. We are outside."
If she had a choice, she would definitely avoid its edge first, but it's a pity...
"Who said the young master's illness can be cured?"
Before Princess Chunjun opened her mouth to beg Miss Yang, a strange voice came from behind.
Everyone followed the sound and looked over. Two people in Taoist uniforms walked into the courtyard.
The Taoist priests entered the inner chamber, and the servants panicked. The Taoist priests from Shangqingyuan were so arrogant that they even dared to break into the inner chamber of the clan.
The imperial doctor next to him didn't care, and stepped forward to give Yang Mo advice for the Taoist priest.
The Taoist priest's otherworldly gaze fell on Yang Mo, "Your Majesty, please ask Miss Yang to go to the palace and explain clearly why Prince Chun's young master is suffering from a disease, what disease it is, and how he was diagnosed."
Such words probably came from the mouth of the imperial doctor of the Taiyuan Hospital!
After finishing speaking, the Taoist priest looked at Princess Chunjun and stepped forward to salute, "Tiffany, please leave the young master to us. We will definitely try our best to save the young master's life."
Yang Mo already knew that if something like this happened, she would have no choice.
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People from the palace also went to invite Mr. Feng Ge.
"The emperor asked the elder to discuss the details together!"
Mr. Feng Ge stood up in an arrogant manner, "How good is this? I know nothing about pharmacology or medical skills. I'm afraid I won't be able to say anything if I go."
The chamberlain smiled and said, "You will know who is right and who is wrong as soon as you hear it."
Mr. Feng Ge waved his hand very modestly, "No, no... these matters should be dealt with by people from Tai Hospital. Even if I go there, I will just watch the excitement."
"Then you just think it's fun."
Mr. Feng Ge then said: "Well, let's just watch the fun with the emperor. As long as the emperor is happy, I will feel comfortable as a minister."
"No." The waiter laughed so hard that his face almost cramped.
Mr. Feng Ge knows the emperor's thoughts best. Everyone can suffer in this world, but the Shangqing Court is the only one who loses face. No matter who encounters the Shangqing Court, they will be completely defeated.
Miss Yang is a teenage girl. Alas, she is really pitiful.
After seeing off the chamberlain, Qiao Wenjing came out from the corner of the yard and respectfully delivered the documents in his hand to Feng Ge's old table.
Mr. Feng Ge waved his hand and said, "Let's go, I'm going to the palace too."
Qiao Wenjing said: "If Mr. Ge takes action, there will definitely be a good show today."
No matter how long a little girl can sing, she will soon be frightened and speechless. Mr. Feng Ge sighed, "When it comes to singing, it's better to let the troupe sing for three days and three nights."
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I still need to revise the title issue. Thanks to Huang Qi for finding the information.
In the ancient feudal history of our country, concubines were the emperors, princes, princes, widows of the "Five Marquises", and wives who had lost their husbands. They could enjoy the treatment of "promotion to nobility". The emperor's concubines were granted the title of dowager at all levels.
Concubines, the prince's widows are all named Wang Daifei, collectively referred to as "Toffee", and the imperial wife is named "Tai Fu". If the husband is named "a certain country's Duke", the widow's title is "A certain country's Duke's Wife".
The titles of "Tower" and "Tower" can be posthumously granted.
Therefore, Mrs. Zhou is the mother of King Chunjun, so she should be called Princess Chunjun, or Princess Chun for short.