Da Ming: Father, step aside, I'll be the prime minister!

Chapter 101 The Fifth Brother's Mysterious Recipe (8000)

"symptom?"

Zhang Maoxiu's eyes widened. He only knew that Zhang Juzheng was in unbearable pain every day, and would often turn pale and have to go back to his bedroom or to the toilet.

Zhang Juzheng was so worried about this that he could neither eat nor sleep, and his health became even weaker.

However, when it came to describing the symptoms, even Zhang Maoxiu, a man well-versed in literature, had stumbled upon areas where his knowledge was limited.

After all, what respectable scholar would bother to learn about dysentery?

"this."

Seeing that his third brother, a top scholar, couldn't even come up with a single symptom, Zhang Yunxiu was anxious and simply added his own explanation.

"But when it flares up, the swelling and pain are so severe that one cannot sit or stand up?"

Zhang Maoxiu exclaimed with delight, "Exactly! How did you know, my brother?"

Zhang Yunxiu chuckled: "I also know that when my brother's illness was severe, the swelling and pain were like fire, the bleeding was like arrows, and there was even pus."

"Oh dear!" Zhang Maoxiu clapped his hands and exclaimed. "What a coincidence! I have all the symptoms you described, my dear brother! Hahahaha~"

He let out a dry laugh, but as he laughed, his expression stiffened, and he spoke in a pleading tone.

"You must never tell anyone about this, my dear brother."

If it were to become known that a top scholar was suffering from severe dysentery, it would surely become a widely discussed topic of conversation.

Looking further back, history books will probably write extensively about it, right? If that's the case, Zhang Maoxiu would rather disappear from history books altogether!
Zhang Yunxiu patted his chest and said, "Brother, don't worry, I'm the most discreet person. How could such a shameful thing be spread around?"

Zhang Maoxiu kept a close eye on his younger brother, feeling that he was very unreliable.

"Things have come to this," he said with a sigh.

"Brother, do you have a way to cure this disease completely?"

Zhang Yunxiu shook his head and said, "A complete cure is difficult to achieve."

"Is dysentery really that difficult to treat?" Zhang Maoxiu was somewhat surprised. In his opinion, his younger brother could even handle the Big Head Plague, yet he was helpless against a mere dysentery.

Zhang Yunxiu replied, "It's not that it's impossible, but rather that it's extremely difficult."

Even in later generations, surgery is still required to cure hemorrhoids, and patients may need to stay in bed for several months.

With today's healthcare conditions, performing surgery would be a pipe dream. Historically, Zhang Juzheng was rashly given "Hemorrhoid Powder" containing arsenic by an incompetent doctor.

This strong medicine did indeed cure his hemorrhoids, but it also killed Old Zhang.

Zhang Yunxiu would never do such a stupid thing. He thought for a moment and then said.

"However, judging from your symptoms, I think you also have some inflammation. I will prescribe some medicine for you to suppress this acute condition. We can wait until Renmin Medical Hall has the resources to develop a cure for hemorrhoids before we can treat it completely."

As long as Zhang Juzheng didn't encounter that quack doctor, hemorrhoids alone wouldn't have been enough to kill him. Therefore, he could still delay until medical treatment became more advanced.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Maoxiu's eyes lit up immediately.

"Thank you for your trouble, my dear brother."

Do you have paper and pen?

“I have it with me.” Zhang Maoxiu took out a package from his bosom. As a Hanlin compiler, he naturally never left without his paper and pen.

Zhang Yunxiu took the paper and pen and wrote down two prescriptions in a flourish.

Allicin.

"Xu Xuemo Hemorrhoid Ointment has the following ingredients: musk, bezoar, pearl, calamine, borax, borneol, borneol, etc."

There are also methods for making this hemorrhoid cream.

Zhang Maoxiu was taken aback. Allicin was alright; it was said to be a miraculous medicine developed by his younger brother, capable of curing all diseases.

But what exactly is this "Xu Xuemo Hemorrhoid Ointment"? Why does it give off such a malicious vibe?

Seeing the other person's puzzled look, Zhang Yunxiu chuckled and explained, "Well... I've heard that there's a Minister Xu in the court who suffers from severe intestinal dysentery, which makes him irritable and erratic all the time. This medicine was made for him by a famous doctor in the capital, and I've heard it's quite effective!"

The hemorrhoid ointment that later became famous overseas was naturally extremely advanced in the Ming Dynasty.

However, Zhang Yunxiu did not want to put his name on this medicine, so that people in the future would shout "Go and use Zhang Shiyuan!" whenever they had a hidden ailment. He didn't want such lasting fame.

This Minister Xu is quite good. Minister Xu Xuemo of the Ministry of Rites is not very famous in history. By giving him this hemorrhoid ointment, people in later generations will shout "Use Xu Xuemo hemorrhoid ointment" whenever they are in pain. Wouldn't that greatly enhance Minister Xu's reputation?

I, Zhang Yunxiu, have a kind heart!
Zhang Maoxiu's lips twitched slightly. He wanted to open his mouth and persuade his younger brother not to act so recklessly, but thinking of Xu Xuemo's recent behavior, he immediately suppressed the impulse and nodded.

"Thank you for the medicine, my dear brother."

Zhang Yunxiu added, "I will have the garlic extract delivered by someone. The hemorrhoid cream will also be delivered to your residence soon. Brother, please remember to take the garlic extract daily and carefully apply the hemorrhoid cream to the affected area. Also, remember to wash thoroughly after each bowel movement."

After hearing this, Zhang Maoxiu's head was buzzing, but as a top scholar, he memorized it deeply after just one repetition.

He nodded vigorously and said with piercing eyes.

"Rest assured, my dear brother, I will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Zhang Yunxiu patted his elder brother on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you now!"

Daming Critical Care Research and Medical Development Center.

Commonly known as the "Chronic Charity Estate for the Sick".

These days, Zhu Yingzhen would rush here as soon as he opened his eyes, making sure to check on his younger brother Zhu Yinghuai outside the ward. Only when he saw that he was safe and sound could he feel at ease.

After staying at the clinic for several days, Zhu Yingzhen heard some rumors that although Renmin Clinic could cure diseases and save lives, its methods of treatment were really strange.

Especially those who enter the mortuary for the chronically ill, very few of them come out alive.

Even more alarming are the rumors that many of the patients who entered this place have vanished without a trace, neither alive nor dead.

Some patients are mumbling something, and the doctors here will cut them open and check what's inside.

Hearing these rumors, Zhu Yingzhen was terrified, but there was nothing he could do; this was the only place that could save Zhu Yinghuai.

Therefore, he needed to see if his younger brother was safe and sound before he could feel at ease.

Today, he visited the ward as usual, and although he was not used to it, he wore a strange protective suit.

Zhu Yingzhen stood by his younger brother's bedside, looking him over here and there, as if afraid that something was missing from his body.

The imperial physician, Luo Xian, stood by his side, equally worried, fearing that the Duke might rashly pull out the enema tube.

It's not just the concern about having to do it again, but also because this is the first clinical application of the enema method!
The changes and data of patients every day will become important evidence for future clinical treatment!
This is why Luo Xian needs to stay by his side at all times.

"Your Excellency, it's time for us to leave. There are dedicated attendants here to serve you. Staying too long won't do you any good, either for yourself or for the patient."

Luo Xian spoke from the bottom of his heart. Zhu Yinghuai was so ill that his swollen face had only just begun to heal. If he were to be infected by external pathogens, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Wait a little longer." Zhu Yingzhen looked at his younger brother's profile; the swelling had subsided considerably, and he felt an indescribable warmth in his heart.

Zhu Yingzhen was more than ten years older than his younger brother.

Zhu Yingzhen's father, Zhu Shitai, had already passed away in the second year of the Wanli reign, when Zhu Yingzhen himself was still a minor.

If it weren't for this, how could the Duke of Cheng's mansion have been relegated to the margins of the nobility? They would simply be a widowed mother and her young son.

After Zhu Shitai's death, the brothers supported each other and their relationship was quite good.

Therefore, how could he not be anxious when he saw his younger brother fall ill?

As he thought about it, his eyes began to well up with tears.

"Let's go!"

With a sigh, Zhu Yingzhen was about to turn and leave when he noticed his younger brother on the bed suddenly move his eyes.

He hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

"Yunfu, are you awake?"

Zhu Yinghuai, lying on the bed, struggled to open his eyes and mumbled sleepily.

"Brother? Where am I?"

(End of this chapter)