Xiao Ke didn't quite understand what Zhou Chengling meant, but he had decided to follow Zhou Chengling throughout his life a few years ago. No matter what happened to Zhou Chengling in the future, or whether his new law could be implemented, he would not have any second thoughts. The Zhou Dynasty could understand what he said.
Zhou Chengling is the only one who can take drastic measures to eradicate bad governance. If Zhou Chengling unfortunately dies early, then Zhou Chengling's vitality will soon be exhausted, so he doesn't care what will happen if Zhou Chengling dies, he will do as Zhou Chengling says.
"Everyone on the list must be killed?" Xiao Ke asked in a low voice.
Zhou Chengling looked at Xiao Ke, "You can't wait until after the incident to remedy the situation, nor can you make a decision based on the situation, because by then... I was already dead... I don't believe any of you can judge clearly at any time... So... as long as...
If I die... these people will all be killed... no one can be left alive."
Xiao Ke opened the list and looked at the names circled in it. They were not all members of the Feng Party. Who did Zhou Chengling want to protect?
Xiao Ke suddenly thought of Miss Yang.
Yang Bingzheng was already on the opposite side of Feng Dang when he opposed Feng Dang. This overturn of Yang Bingzheng's case hurt Feng Dang's vitality even more. You must know that the one who restrained Feng Dang in the court was Zhou Chengling. If Zhou Chengling died, no one could guarantee it.
Those who oppose Feng Dang will be safe and sound.
So I would rather kill everyone and disturb the foundation of the imperial court...
How cruel does it take to make such a decision? You will definitely be judged by others in the future.
It is because of such a decisive decision to kill that so many people follow him.
Xiao Ke felt that he was not with the wrong person. Zhou Chengling could do earth-shattering things even if he did not live long.
No matter who it is for.
No matter who he is for.
Xiao Ke felt a hot blood welling up.
I will defeat you alive, but if I die, you will die with me.
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Yang Mo arrived at Zhou's house early the next morning.
"Master Ten is talking in the room, please wait a moment." The steward of the Zhou family bent down and whispered.
Yang Mo sat down on the chair and saw people coming in and out. These people were all talking in low voices. Yang Mo couldn't hear clearly what they were saying, but it must be related to the imperial court.
Zhou Chengling came back to resolve these matters.
The psychiatric ward is the quietest because patients need a quiet rest. What has become of it now?
The people in the room were dazzled by her. After about an hour, the steward’s mother came and said: “The room is ready. Miss and the slaves, please go in!”
The mother in charge opened the curtain, and Yang Mo bent down and went in. She immediately smelled the strong scent of sandalwood and couldn't help but sneeze. The little maid cleaned up the mess and went out. Zhou Chengling ordered so many incense to cover up the smell of vomiting.
Yang Mo looked at the mother in charge, "Take the incense out, it's not good for people to breathe."
Zhou Chengling was always in good spirits when facing people. He was wearing a blue robe and leaning on a pillow of goose-yellow flowers and grass. His eyes were bright. Except for his complexion, which was a little yellow, he seemed to be no different from usual.
Self-abuse.
Yang Mo didn't know what to say when she tortured herself to this extent just for the sake of superficial glory.
"Have you eaten yet?"
Zhou Chengling looked at her and said the first sentence.
Unknowingly, it was time to eat. That was because she had been waiting outside for too long. Yang Mo didn't want to discuss this issue with Zhou Chengling.
For doctors, it is a race against time to save the lives of patients. If all patients were like Zhou Chengling, doctors would be worried to death.
"I haven't eaten either, let's eat together!"
Yang Mo was offended, "I don't eat with patients."
Zhou Chengling seemed to have a better temper than ever before, "You... Baohe Hall... there are... a lot of patients, and the cook... doesn't even prepare meals for you..."
Yang Mo was about to speak when Ajiu came in from outside and said, "Master, someone is here again outside."
Hearing this, Yang Mo was furious and looked at Zhou Chengling coldly, "I don't eat with people who are dying." Her original intention was to express Zhou Chengling's attitude of not caring about his life, but when she said it, it had another meaning.
Even Ajiu at the door lowered his head.
Zhou Chengling said: "Let...them...find Mr. Xiao...the time is up...I can't see him anymore."
Ajiu nodded and walked out.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling in surprise, "What do you mean it's time?"
Zhou Chengling looked at the mother-in-law next to him, who took out the clothes he had prepared.
Zhou Chengling said: "I'm ready... to go with you... to Baohe Hall for treatment... to prevent you from running around."
Do you want to deal with everything in such a hurry and go to Baohe Hall with her? Yang Mo felt her nose was a little blocked, "Why go to Baohe Hall? It's such a mess over there, why not just stay at home..."
"Then...go to my pharmacy...closer to Baohetang."
He left when he was not allowed to leave, and now he has to go to Baohetang. I really can't understand this person.
Yang Mo suddenly felt her fingers light up, and Zhou Chengling's hand came over to hold hers, "But... we... have to make a gentleman's agreement."
Zhou Chengling's smile is very beautiful, very light.
"What agreement?"
Zhou Chengling said: "At any time, if you feel that I am dying... let me lie down, let me look at you quietly, and let me think about... what I have done in this life..."
This is his gentleman's agreement.
Yang Mo held Zhou Chengling's hand tightly, "I promise you, will I be the one to decide everything from now on?"
Zhou Chengling nodded slowly, "Yes...as long as you agree..."
Yang Mo stood up, walked to the door and told Wei Mao, "Let someone sort out Master Shi's medicine shop. We are going to take Master Shi there for treatment."
The drug store is close to Baohetang, which is more convenient no matter what. Doctors and doctors from Baohetang can also come to help.
Everything was arranged in less than an hour, and Mr. Bai and Ji Zizhuan were also invited to the room. During this period, Zhou Chengling vomited again and spit out the medicine to stop the bleeding.
At this time, he was already very weak and couldn't even speak a word. If he kept struggling like this, he would really have no time.
Yang Mo explained the treatment method, "I want to lower the intracranial pressure through lumbar puncture. As long as the patient no longer vomits, I can take medicine to stop the bleeding."
Sounds like a good idea.
Ji Zizhuan asked: "Miss, has this method been used to treat illnesses before?"
Yang Mo nodded, "It has been used in epidemic areas, but it is different from Master Shi's disease. Master Shi's disease is more serious. It may be dangerous to do a lumbar puncture."
The danger is a sudden decrease in intracranial pressure, which may lead to brain herniation.
However, in Zhou Chengling's case, if the treatment is not done, the condition will deteriorate rapidly, and if the treatment is done, cerebral herniation may occur... The mortality rate of cerebral hernia is very high. In ancient times, there was basically no cure for cerebral herniation.
Ji Zizhuan's face turned pale when he heard this, "Why don't you think of a safer way?"
Yang Mo shook her head, "There is no better way, so I can only treat it this way."
Mr. Bai thought for a while, "Why don't you ask Master Ten? If Master Ten is willing, we can give it a try. I will have people prepare medicine to stop the bleeding. As soon as Master Ten's condition improves, the medicine will be delivered."
Yang Mo told Zhou Chengling her method.
Zhou Chengling raised his eyes to look at her and suddenly called, "Doctor Yang."
Doctor Yang, this title seems to have returned to modern times. Although medical practitioners were also called doctors in ancient times, Zhou Chengling was the first person to call her that.
Dr. Yang, I don’t know how he came up with it.
Yang Mo looked at Zhou Chengling intently. Zhou Chengling smiled and opened his eyelids to cheer up.
Seeing him sweating like this, Yang Mo felt uncomfortable for him.
"I know...the method you said...is the best."
People are most vulnerable when they are sick. I wonder if Zhou Chengling felt that his whole body was weak. When he looked at her, it seemed as if his eyes were split into two.
After a long while, he said: "I'm sorry... If I don't live up to expectations... I want to tell you I'm sorry... I can't marry you." Without spiritual support, his smile was indescribably pure, just like after it rained.
Sky.
Light blue.
With a hint of moisture.
It makes people feel an indescribable sorrow of separation, fearing that everything in front of them will be fleeting if they can't catch it.
He did know how to win her heart.
Yang Mo's tone was harsh, "I'm not done with you yet." As she spoke, she leaned down and hugged him. He still smelled of rosin, which was light and nice. His heartbeat was still so strong, and it was beating against him.
The feeling in her chest seemed to be able to burst her ears, as if there was a strong vitality in her chest, refuting that she should not take risks.
Yang Mo didn't want to stop making a decision just because she was nostalgic for him. She still wanted treatment, even if it meant taking great risks.
Because neither she nor Zhou Chengling are weak people.
Yang Mo let go of Zhou Chengling and turned to Mei Xiang, "Bring the things, disinfect them, and prepare for lumbar puncture."
Xiao Quan grabbed Zhou Chengling, and Yang Mo stretched out her hand to find the best needle insertion point, then sterilized the fine needle and inserted it. There was no anesthetic, but Zhou Chengling was motionless and hunched over, making it easy for her to insert the needle.
The cerebrospinal fluid came out drop by drop. It seemed clear at first, but soon became faintly stained with blood. Sure enough, there was blood.
There was blood in the cerebrospinal fluid but it did not cause Zhou Chengling to fall into coma. It should be oozing blood rather than massive bleeding.
So the most likely possibility is a cranial aneurysm.
After some cerebrospinal fluid was released, Yang Mo looked at Xiao Quan, "Let's see how Master Ten is doing?"
Zhou Chengling's body seemed a little heavy, and his whole body seemed to move.
Xiao Quan lowered his head to look, called out twice, then opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Mo.
Before Xiao Quan said anything, Yang Mo already had a bad premonition and immediately pulled out the needle and used a cloth to compress Zhou Chengling and turned him over.
Zhou Chengling's forehead was covered with sweat, and he closed his eyes tightly, as if he had no breath, like an old doll that had been thrown aside carelessly.
Although he still has exquisite facial features, it is covered in a gray color.
Just like that, no matter how she shouted, he would never move again.
The room suddenly became as quiet as death.
Yang Mo felt her eyes go dark, and she lowered her head to feel Zhou Chengling's heartbeat.
No, no, not at all.
Everyone seemed stupid and didn't know what to do.
Yang Mo raised her head to look at Wei Mao, but she saw her lifeless face in Wei Mao's eyes. She suddenly trembled and opened her eyes wide, "Wei Mao, chest compressions, hurry up..."