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

Hu Bugui stood aside and quietly looked up at Li Chengqian. He saw that His Majesty's brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of heartache for the Empress' illness.

The sadness in those eyes was like the frost condensed on the branches in late autumn, weighing heavily.

Hu Bugui knew clearly in his heart that human power was limited in this world. Even if he was an emperor, he could only helplessly watch his beloved being tortured by illness. Some things could not be forced and could only add to his sorrow.

Li Chengqian seemed to have noticed Hu Bugui's gaze and turned his head slightly. His eyes were less majestic than those in the court and more sincere than those of an ordinary person.

"Don't come back," he said softly, his voice a little hoarse.

"When you devote yourself to studying medicine, you can't just immerse yourself in medical theory and pharmacology. You must also empathize with your patients and truly care about their feelings. Everything in this world has its own laws and actual circumstances. Practicing medicine and asking for advice on pharmacology is especially important and must be considered in light of the actual situation."

He paused for a moment, then looked up at the vermilion palace wall in the distance.

"Take the prescription you wrote for Her Majesty, for example. It's undeniable that your prescription was remarkably effective. Her Majesty has awakened from her coma, and her condition has greatly improved. This is all thanks to you, and I am well aware of it."

Li Chengqian withdrew his gaze and looked at Hu Bugui again, his eyes filled with hope. "But have you ever considered that the medicine is so bitter that it's hard to swallow, and you have to take it six times a day. Whose spleen and stomach can withstand such frequent and painful medication?"

"The patient can't help but feel nauseous and vomit after taking the medicine, and can't eat normally. If this continues for a long time, how can he truly get better?"

Hu Bugui listened quietly. Every word His Majesty said was reasonable and insightful.

He devoted himself to improving his medical skills and pursuing the miraculous effect of curing diseases with medicine, but he actually ignored the difficulties that patients endured during the medication process.

He opened his mouth and wanted to explain something, but swallowed the words back. He just nodded heavily and fell into deep thought.

Those medical books, prescriptions and pharmacology that he knew by heart were now constantly churning in his mind. It seemed that a new concept was about to emerge, but it was always separated by a hazy veil and he could not grasp it.

Seeing that he seemed lost in thought, Li Chengqian stopped talking and turned to look at Zhang Xianhuai who was waiting on the side. His tone regained some of its former dignity, "Xianhuai, go push the wheelchair over here."

"Xiao Taohong, go help your young lady to the wheelchair and go with me to bask in the sun."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Zhang Xianhuai and Xiao Taohong responded in unison. They did not dare to delay for even a second and left immediately. After a while, they came back carefully pushing the wheelchair.

In the early summer of the sixteenth year of Qianwu, the sunlight was soft and warm, and the breeze was blowing gently, carrying wisps of the fragrance of flowers and grass.

The garden is full of colorful flowers, competing with each other in beauty, creating a vibrant scene.

Li Chengqian was standing on the open grassland, with a peculiarly shaped two-wheeled vehicle parked next to him. This was the first bicycle in the Tang Dynasty.

He took a deep breath, turned over and got on the bicycle, held the handlebars firmly with both hands, put his feet on the pedals, and pushed lightly, and the bike slowly moved forward.

The wheels rolled, leaving two shallow traces on the grass and bringing up a breeze.

"Miss, look! His Majesty has really made that thing move! It's so fast, Miss!"

Little Taohong's face flushed with excitement. She jumped around Su Zhi, waving her hands and shouting loudly, hoping to cheer up her young lady.

Su Zhi sat in a wheelchair, leaning forward slightly, her eyes following Li Chengqian's figure closely from beginning to end, never moving away for a moment.

She looked at the man riding freely in the sunshine, and her mind couldn't help but recall every detail of their acquaintance and friendship.

She once thought that emperors were all heartless and cold-blooded. Once she entered the palace, what awaited her might be endless intrigue and loneliness. During those long dark nights, she tossed and turned worrying about her future life in the palace.

But fate was so kind to her that she met Li Chengqian, a man who regarded her as a treasure and had only her in his heart and eyes.

He gave her unique deep love, which warmed her life.

As she watched, Su Zhi's eyes gradually became moist, tears welled up in her eyes, and a crystal teardrop slid down her cheek and dripped onto the back of her hand.

She couldn't imagine how he would face the long years if she left him one day, leaving him as the loneliest person in the world.

I am his comfort. If she leaves, what will he do...

The midsummer of the sixteenth year of Qianwu has arrived.

At Xianyang Medical College, a study on the medical reforms in the Tang Dynasty is in full swing.

Hu Bugui was buried in various medicinal herbs, prescriptions and experimental instruments all day long. His desk was piled with papers covered with dense handwriting, and bottles and jars of various shapes were placed on the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard, but he was still energetic and devoted himself to his research.

After countless attempts and failures, countless days and nights of dedicated research, and repeated disappointments and hopes, finally, the moment that changed the medical history of the Tang Dynasty arrived - the capsule was born!

From then on, the people of the Tang Dynasty had more choices in treating diseases and using medicines.

You can choose traditional decoctions. Although they taste bitter and the decoction process is cumbersome, their efficacy is stable and deeply rooted in people's hearts.

You can also choose the newly released capsules, which only need to be taken with water. It is convenient and fast, greatly saving time and energy.

However, the capsule technology at that time was still imperfect. Compared with the mature capsules of later generations, there was a huge gap in both production materials and craftsmanship. The price was much higher than decoction, which made many ordinary people discouraged.

Even so, this achievement still allowed Tang Dynasty medicine to take a solid small step forward, brought new conveniences to countless patients, and left a significant mark in the long history of medical development.

At the same time, in Mingzhou Port, the Wu Mansion was silent, with only the leaves in the courtyard rustling in the breeze.

The old locust tree in the courtyard has lush branches and leaves, but it also sways gently in the summer breeze.

Wu Tianyan sat in front of Wu Shuangquan's bed, holding a pot of fine wine that had been aged for many years.

This wine was Wu Shuangquan's favorite during his lifetime. The familiar aroma of the wine carries countless beautiful memories for the father and son.

Today, Wu Tianyan brought it specially, wanting to drink it with his father for the last time, so that the aroma of the wine would accompany his father through the last journey of his life.

He solemnly opened the bottle cap, and a rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air, drifting freely in this slightly dull room.

He picked up the two wine glasses on the table and slowly filled them up, the wine swaying in the glasses.

"Dad, come here, let me feed you some wine."

Wu Tianyan's voice was choked with sobs. He leaned down slightly and gently handed the wine glass to Wu Shuangquan's mouth.

Wu Shuangquan opened his mouth slightly with difficulty, his eyes showing reluctance.

His gaze slowly fell on Wu Tianyan's face, and he engraved his son's appearance deeply in his heart.

Wu Tianyan carefully tilted the wine glass, allowing the wine to slowly flow into his father's mouth.

The ups and downs they had experienced together, the laughter and joy in the ordinary days, now flowed into each other's hearts along with the wine.

Li Ji stood quietly outside the door, taking in the entire scene through the half-open door.

He had never met Wu Shuangquan before, but when he saw the father and son parting in the house, he couldn't help feeling sad.

Birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal state of life, but witnessing it with one's own eyes still makes people feel deeply moved and their hearts are filled with helplessness about the impermanence of life.

The Zhenguan era that belonged to them was gradually fading away, like the slowly setting sun, disappearing bit by bit on the horizon.

Those who once fought side by side and jointly created the prosperous Zhenguan era are leaving one after another and becoming memories in the long river of history.

The wheel of the new era rolled forward at such a fast speed that even the old people from the Zhenguan period could hardly keep up with its pace and found it difficult to adapt to these earth-shaking changes.

They are like travelers left behind in the old times, watching everything around them change with each passing day, feeling both happy and lonely.

After Wu Shuangquan finished drinking, he slowly stretched out his hand and used up his last bit of strength to tightly hold Wu Tianyan's hand.

Seeing this, Wu Tianyan drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then his eyes turned red as he stared at his father lying on the bed.

"Dad..." His lips trembled slightly as he called softly. That word "Dad" seemed to have used up all his strength and was filled with his lifelong gratitude to his father.

Wu Shuangquan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a relieved smile. In that smile, there was confidence in his son and satisfaction with his life.

Then, the strength in his hands gradually loosened, his eyes slowly closed, and he passed away.

Wu Tianyan was stunned for a moment, then slowly bent down and hugged Wu Shuangquan tightly. Although this man had no blood relationship with him, he gave him a fatherly love as deep as a mountain.

Throughout his life, Wu Shuangquan treated him like his own son.

And he never let down Wu Shuangquan's kindness in raising him and his earnest expectations of him.

As the saying goes, "Those who are brave enough to do good are often butchers."