Li Shimin faked his death? Then I will be powerful enough to conquer the world!

As the capital, Chang'an was originally a prosperous and bustling scene.

In one day, the situation changed drastically.

Fast horses carrying imperial edicts rushed to train stations in various places at lightning speed. At the same time, the headlines of newspapers were also occupied by a piece of heavy news. In an instant, the entire Tang Dynasty was in turmoil.

Newsboys ran through the streets, shouting at the top of their lungs: "Extra edition! Extra edition! The Empress is seriously ill! Your Majesty is seeking a doctor for her."

The sound instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Whether it was the mansions of dignitaries, the homes of ordinary people, or the bustling teahouses and taverns, people stopped what they were doing and began to have heated discussions.

"What happened to the Queen? I heard she's seriously ill."

"Yes, this is a matter of great importance to the stability of the Tang Dynasty. I really hope that the Empress can recover soon."

A feeling of worry quickly spread among the crowd.

Inside the Liangyi Hall, Li Chengqian sat on the armchair, his face haggard, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the diagnosis just presented by the imperial physician.

In front of him, there were piles of memorials placed in a disorderly manner, but at this moment, he had completely forgotten about these government affairs that usually took him so much trouble. In his mind, there was only Su Zhi's increasingly serious condition.

The head of the Imperial Hospital stood trembling before Li Chengqian, his voice trembling slightly. "Your Majesty, initially, based on the Empress' pulse, we suspected she was suffering from the high blood pressure Your Majesty mentioned. However, after several days of careful observation and repeated diagnoses, it now appears that the condition is more inclined towards a wind disease or a qi disorder."

Li Chengqian stood up suddenly.

"Then how can we treat her? We must cure the Queen at all costs!"

"Your Majesty, it's not that simple. However, our Tang Dynasty has already reached a certain level of research on wind and qi diseases, but those medicines are useless to the Empress!"

The Imperial Hospital has been doing its best these days. Precious medicinal materials have been continuously sent to the harem, and various rare prescriptions have been tried one by one, but Su Zhi's condition is as difficult to change as a rock.

She was tortured by dizziness all day long. Even the simple action of getting up was extremely difficult, and her energy and spirit were fading day by day.

The imperial physicians could only helplessly report: "Your Majesty, the Empress is now extremely weak and can no longer receive any nourishment."

"What's even stranger is that the cause of this illness doesn't seem like an ordinary invisible disease, but rather seems like an invasion by some tangible entity."

After hearing this, Li Chengqian felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He immediately thought of Sun Simiao, the most skilled doctor in the Tang Dynasty.

If Sun Simiao could be found, there might be a glimmer of hope, but he is very old and has been traveling around the world for years, with no fixed place to live. No one knows where he is now, or whether he is alive or dead.

Even though Xianyang Medical College gathered many medical experts, after a consultation, they all shook their heads and sighed, and had no idea how to deal with Su Zhi's condition.

On the streets of Xianyang City, the warm sunshine shines on the stone roads.

Hu Bugui was humming a discordant tune, holding a wine jug in his hand, and strolling leisurely with a slightly staggering pace.

He had just made a big deal and the customer was generous and gave him a generous reward. This made Hu Bugui feel particularly happy and his face was filled with a satisfied smile.

As he walked, he saw from afar a large group of people gathered in front of him, and bursts of noisy discussions could be heard from the crowd from time to time.

"What's going on over there?"

Hu Bugui's curiosity piqued, and he quickened his pace to squeeze into the crowd. After finally squeezing to the front, he looked up and saw the imperial edict posted on the notice board.

Hu Bugui was still a little drunk and his eyes were blurred, but when he saw the contents of the imperial edict clearly, he was instantly struck by a thunderbolt. He was so frightened that his whole body shuddered and the drunkenness disappeared without a trace.

"How come the symptoms described here are exactly the same as the ones my father had back then?"

Hu Bugui was shocked and his face turned pale in an instant.

He ignored the surprised looks of the people around him, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, running all the way towards home. He had only one thought in his mind, and that was to find the medical manual.

At this time, Hu Lingyun was bored and sitting in the sun in her yard.

Ever since the college was closed last time, he has been running around looking for a job, but has been rejected everywhere. He has not found a satisfactory job yet. In desperation, he can only stay at home and rely on his parents for the time being.

Suddenly, he saw his father Hu Bugui running home breathlessly. His father, who usually looked leisurely and contented, now had an anxious look on his face and hurried steps.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Hu Lingyun stood up curiously and quickly followed Hu Bugui into the room.

In the room, Hu Bugui was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He rummaged through the drawers and boxes like a madman, and threw clothes and books all over the floor.

He turned his head and saw Hu Lingyun standing at the door with a bewildered look on her face. He immediately said, "Lingyun, you've come just in time. Please help me find this. I used to have a medical manual, but I don't know where I put it."

After hearing this, Hu Lingyun seemed to have a vague impression in her mind.

His father liked to collect all kinds of books, but he never knew how to organize them. He just threw those books here and there at random.

This resulted in Hu Bugui having to go through a lot of trouble every time he wanted to find something, and he would often search in vain but still not be able to find it.

However, Hu Lingyun did have some impression of this medical manual, as if she had seen these four words at some unintentional moment.

Seeing Hu Lingyun still standing at the door motionless, Hu Bugui urged anxiously: "Hurry up, Lingyun, Dad is really anxious. This is a matter of life and death, we can't delay any longer!"

Hu Lingyun quickly came to her senses, racked her brains, and searched hard in the depths of her memory.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "Dad, don't look in the room for now. Go and have a look at the book under the corner of the dining table. Is it your medical notes?"

When Hu Bugui heard this, a glimmer of hope instantly lit up in his eyes.

He rushed to the dining table like an arrow, not caring about his image at all. He just lay on the ground and groped under the corner of the table.

Sure enough, under the corner of the table, he touched a tattered book. When he took it out, he found that it was the medical manual he had been looking for.

Hu Bugui picked up the notebook and found that the handwriting on it was crooked and very sloppy, completely different from his other books with neat records. There was also a bit of childishness in the strokes, as if it was written by a young child.

He gently opened it. The paper had turned a little yellow and gave off an old smell.

Looking at this seemingly inconspicuous manual, a glimmer of hope ignited in Hu Bugui's heart. He had not opened this manual for a long time.