Zhu Qizhen told everything he knew, but he only had a partial understanding of many things.
The more Xu Pu listened, the deeper his frown deepened. Sometimes he nodded and sometimes shook his head. When he encountered key points, he took out a pen to record them.
In fact, Zhu Qizhen already regretted it.
You really shouldn’t make a fool of yourself by pretending to be fat!
The principles and production processes of circuit boards and components are far beyond the scope of my ability. Today, Ming Dynasty's natural science foundation is very weak. Is it too early to propose these concepts now?
In any case, the seeds of knowledge have been sown. Whether they can sprout and grow depends on you!
Xu Pu is the top talent of the young generation. According to common sense, they will first go to the Hanlin Academy to study for three to five years, and then enter the six yamen, or be transferred to a local government, or at least be a prefect.
However, the current situation is completely different. In the next long period of time, they will disappear from people's sight and devote themselves to scientific research.
Even if they spend their entire lives, they may not be able to produce results.
Zhu Qizhen was very aware of the difficulties involved and specifically said at the end, "Do within your capabilities."
What he can do now is to do his best to support him. Whether he wants money or people, as long as the Academy of Sciences makes a request, the court will satisfy it unconditionally.
If it can produce results, everyone will naturally be happy, but if it doesn't come out...
At least, the current direction is correct.
Going in the right direction may not necessarily lead to the destination.
However, if you cannot find the right direction, you will definitely not reach the end point.
Looking at Xu Pu's back as he turned and left, Zhu Qizhen sighed silently in his heart, how far the Ming Dynasty can go in the future depends on you!
"Your Majesty, the Queen Mother..."
Wynn ran over panting, his face turned pale, and he kept wiping sweat.
Zhu Qizhen quickly asked: "What's wrong with the Queen Mother?"
"The Queen Mother...is seriously ill!"
"Here comes the imperial doctor!"
"It has been passed on, but Doctor Wang said..."
"What are you talking about? Can you finish it in one breath?"
"yes!"
Wynn swallowed and said in a panic: "It's phlegm syndrome!"
Zhu Qizhen asked: "Phlegm syndrome?"
He originally thought that with the knowledge he had, he would at least know some of the difficult and complicated diseases, but... what is this phlegm disease?
"Just now, the Queen Mother was walking in the back garden. She suddenly coughed twice, and then... she fainted. The servants hurriedly called the imperial doctor, but he said it was phlegm syndrome."
"What kind of phlegm syndrome is not phlegm syndrome? Treat it quickly!"
"Reporting to the emperor, the imperial doctor said...it is difficult to cure..."
Zhu Qizhen said angrily: "What do you mean it's difficult to cure?"
Wynn was so frightened that he knelt down and almost cried: "The Queen Mother now has a mouthful of phlegm stuck in her throat, blocking her breathing. The doctors are really... at their wits' end."
"Can a mouthful of phlegm kill someone?"
"The imperial doctor said that the Queen Mother has an imbalance in her spleen and stomach, and the fire has increased. If she regulates it slowly, she can still recover, but right now, right now..."
"Okay, take me to see it quickly!"
Zhu Qizhen hurriedly followed Huaien to Kunning Palace. Just as he was about to enter, the figure in front of him flashed and a person dressed as a palace maid hurriedly arrived.
This man was walking in a hurry, not paying attention to what was in front of him, and suddenly bumped into Zhu Qizhen.
"oops!"
Hearing a scream, the palace maid was already sitting on the ground. Zhu Qizhen took a look and saw that it was Wan Zhen'er.
Huai'en was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He hurriedly stepped forward to support Zhu Qizhen. At the same time, he pointed at Wan Zhen'er on the ground and shouted angrily: "What crime should you be guilty of if you are a bold slave who has collided with the emperor?"
Only then did Wan Zhen'er see the emperor standing in front of her. She quickly got up and knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly.
Zhu Qizhen asked: "Why are you here?"
Wan Zhen'er sobbed: "I heard that the Queen Mother was seriously ill, so I came here to visit her."
Zhu Qizhen asked again: "Where is the queen?"
"ah……"
Wan Zhen'er was stunned for a moment and hurriedly said: "You deserve to die, I forgot to inform the Queen..."
She was originally a girl next to the Queen Mother Sun. She was only four years old when she entered the palace. After she grew up, she was placed next to the Crown Prince. Now that she heard that the Queen Mother was seriously ill, she came here without even thinking.
"Okay, you go with me to visit the Queen Mother first. Wynn, you go and inform the Queen."
"yes!"
Huaien didn't dare to say a word and hurried towards Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Qizhen waved to Wan Zhen'er and said, "Follow me."
"My slave, thank you, Your Majesty!"
Wan Zhen'er wiped away her tears and followed Zhu Qizhen to Kunning Palace.
At this time, there was already a chaos inside. Three old doctors frowned and talked about the condition, shaking their heads and sighing.
"The Emperor is here!"
I don't know who shouted, and everyone immediately fell silent, knelt down and saluted.
"Everyone get up!"
Zhu Qizhen raised his hand, then looked at the three imperial doctors and asked, "What's going on?"
The leader was Wang Sizu, the envoy of the hospital, who bowed and said: "To inform your Majesty, the Queen Mother is suffering from phlegm syndrome, and her condition is somewhat...serious..."
"How serious is it?"
"Phlegm in the lungs is mostly dry fire. The lungs are covered with delicate organs, which are neither damp nor dry. Dry heat damages the lungs. Lung yin is insufficient. Deficiency fire burns gold. The refined liquid becomes phlegm. The phlegm is less and difficult to come out. This is
For drying phlegm..."
"Don't tell me this!"
Zhu Qizhen waved his hand to stop it impatiently and said: "Just tell me, how serious is it and how to treat it?"
"As the saying goes, the method of treating phlegm is to strengthen the spleen soil and dry the spleen dampness, which is to treat the root cause..."
Wang Sizu was about to make a long speech, but he felt a chill. He looked up and saw the emperor's murderous eyes. He immediately did not dare to say any more.
"...The Queen Mother has a rising fever, and a mouthful of phlegm is stuck in her throat, blocking her breathing. The situation is very urgent."
Zhu Qizhen suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "What do you think we should do?"
Wang Sizu's face was full of helplessness, and he explained: "Half a month ago, I have already prescribed medicine for the Queen Mother. As long as you take the medicine on time and regulate it, the phlegm syndrome can be resolved. It just... needs a process, and now the Queen Mother suddenly becomes ill."
, I have been discussing for a long time, but there is really no good plan..."
Zhu Qizhen was completely angry: "A mouthful of phlegm can stump you? What do they do in the hospital?"
"Your Majesty, please calm down. I'm waiting for death!"
Wang Sizu and others hurriedly knelt down and spoke, not even daring to express their anger.
Zhu Qizhen scolded with a dark face: "I am not giving you a salary to ask for forgiveness. If anything happens to the Queen Mother today, you can go and be buried with her!"
Wang Sizu looked horrified and said: "Your Majesty, I have read all the ancient books, but I really can't find a cure..."
"Your Majesty, let me have a try!"
Everyone followed the sound and saw that the speaker was Wan Zhen'er who was standing behind Zhu Qizhen.