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

Zhang Xianhuai did not go back to sleep at this time.

During this period, the Jinyiwei was seriously short of staff.

In addition, 5,000 Jinyiwei were sent to the Xueyantuo front line.

Now even Zhang Xianhuai himself is very busy.

It starts from the moment I open my eyes in the morning and never stops.

It’s almost time to get off work.

His Majesty's oral order has arrived again.

Zhang Xianhuai didn't dare to complain.

Just report to Liangyi Palace honestly.

I originally thought he was the only one.

But I didn't expect the Liangyi Hall to be so lively tonight.

Bright lights.

Your Majesty, Prime Minister Fang, Grand Tutor Qi, and a young man I don’t know.

Zhang Xianhuai bowed and saluted.

Outside, he was the second-rank commander-in-chief of the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

Here, except for that young man.

As for the remaining three, let’s not talk about them!

Zhang Xianhuai raised his head and secretly glanced at Li Chengqian's expression.

I suddenly felt relieved.

Your Majesty is not in a good mood.

Sure enough, Li Chengqian's angry voice was heard.

"Xian Huai, let's put tonight's patrol aside for now. Send two teams of Jinyiwei under the command of Prime Minister Fang and Grand Tutor Qi."

"Then you will go to Xianyang overnight to find your stingy master. He will rush to buy Coptis chinensis as quickly as possible. There is an outbreak of dysentery in Guzhou, and it is extremely urgent."

And take this with you.

Li Chengqian handed the prescription that Mr. Qi had just written to Zhang Xianhuai.

"Go back quickly!"

"Yes! Your Majesty! I'll arrange it right away!"

Zhang Xianhuai hurried out.

Soon two teams of Jinyiwei arrived to wait for orders.

Under the command of Fang Xiang and Mr. Qi.

Those Jinyiwei knocked on the doors of officials one by one.

Including the imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

How can these people over fifty years old bear such stimulation?

In the middle of the night, the Jinyiwei knocked on the door.

Don’t you think it’s scary?

Tonight, for many people.

It's destined to be a sleepless night.

……

In Guzhou, once prosperous towns are now shrouded in the shadow of dysentery.

The streets and alleys, the once bustling markets are now dead silent, with only painful groans and sad cries echoing in the air.

Most of the doors and windows of the houses were closed, as if they were hiding from the shadowy death.

Sun Simiao was in a makeshift medical clinic, which was made up of simple wooden boards and tattered cloth curtains.

However, even in such a simple environment, he had not slept for several days.

His eyes were filled with fatigue, but more of determination and worry.

Every time he took a patient's pulse, prescribed medicine, and administered it, his movements were quick and steady.

There was always a heavy stone in Sun Simiao's heart, which was the letter he sent his eldest disciple Lu Qinghou to Chang'an.

He didn't know whether Marquis Lu Qing had successfully delivered the letter to Prime Minister Fang Xuanling, nor did he know whether His Majesty had learned about the heartbreaking tragedy in Guzhou.

The importance of the court's assistance to Guzhou at present is self-evident.

On this day, as usual, there was a long queue outside the clinic. People were either supporting each other or trying to hold on alone. Everyone's eyes were filled with a desire for life and trust in Sun Simiao.

Although they were suffering from illness, they all waited silently for Sun Simiao's treatment without any complaints.

Just then, a young woman stumbled into the clinic holding a child.

Her face was extremely pale due to fear and exhaustion, her hair was scattered on both sides of her cheeks, her eyes were full of tears of despair, and her clothes were ragged and covered with dust, obviously she had been traveling a long way.

"Dr. Sun, please! Save my child!"

Her voice was hoarse and trembling, and she knelt down in front of Sun Simiao with a plop. The child's head drooped weakly in her arms, his little face flushed red, his lips chapped, and his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Sun Simiao quickly put down the herbs in his hand and stepped forward to help the woman up.

"Don't be anxious, let me see the child first."

He spoke softly, trying to comfort the mother who was almost broken.

He took the child and carefully placed him on the simple bed, his eyes immediately becoming focused and solemn.

He first gently touched the child's hot forehead, frowned slightly, then turned over the child's eyelids and carefully observed the somewhat cloudy eyeballs.

Then he placed his fingers on the child's thin wrist, feeling the spider-weak pulse, his expression becoming more serious.

The people around gathered around, holding their breath and watching Sun Simiao's every move intently.

The entire clinic was so quiet that only the child's faint breathing could be heard, as if time had frozen at this moment.

While Sun Simiao was carefully examining the situation, he was quickly thinking of a countermeasure in his mind.

He knew very well that the child's condition was extremely critical and no delay was allowed.

"The child's condition is very serious, but there is still a glimmer of hope."

Sun Simiao spoke to the woman, his voice was soft but it had a reassuring power.

When the mother heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in her eyes, and she tightly grasped the corner of Sun Simiao's clothes, as if it was the last straw for her and her child.

"Thank you, thank you! When I grow up, I will work like a slave to repay you!"

The woman knelt on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Sun Simiao smiled and shook his head.

Then he turned and walked towards the medicine cabinet. There were not many herbs left in the cabinet, but he still picked out a few herbs quickly and accurately.

His eyes were focused and every movement was filled with awe for life.

He picked up the pestle and began to carefully grind the herbs, again and again. The rhythmic sound echoed in the silent clinic. After grinding the herbs, he deftly placed them in the pot and lit the fire. The flames danced at the bottom of the pot, illuminating his wrinkled yet resolute face.

While waiting for the medicine to be boiled, Sun Simiao returned to the child and checked his condition again.

He gently stroked the child's forehead and muttered something, as if praying for the child.

The mother watched anxiously, tears streaming from her eyes. Her lips trembled, but she dared not make a sound for fear of disturbing Sun Simiao.

The medicine was finally ready. Sun Simiao carefully poured the soup into a bowl, stirred it gently with a spoon, and let it cool slightly.

Then he sat down beside the bed, lifted the child up slightly, and fed the medicine into the child's mouth spoon by spoon.

The child's lips trembled slightly and the medicine flowed down the corners of his mouth, but Sun Simiao still fed him patiently, his eyes full of anticipation.

After feeding the child the medicine, Sun Simiao let the child lie down and continued to observe his reaction. Time passed by minute by minute, and every moment seemed like a torment.

Suddenly, the child's body twitched slightly, and the mother cried out in surprise. Sun Simiao quickly held the child down, a flicker of nervousness flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He gently patted the child's back and spoke some soothing words.

After some effort, the child's breathing gradually stabilized and his complexion improved slightly.

Sun Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, a relieved smile on his tired face. Seeing this, his mother knelt down in front of him again, weeping: "Miraculous doctor, thank you! Thank you for saving my child!"

Sun Simiao quickly helped his mother up: "The child is still in danger and needs to be taken good care of."

In the following days, Sun Simiao kept a close eye on the child's condition.

He personally changes the child's dressing and checks his physical condition every day, while also taking care of other patients.

His body was extremely tired, but his spirit was still tense.

The people of Guzhou, despite suffering from illness, still hoped for assistance from the court.

Every day, some people would spontaneously go to the city gate and look at the road leading to Chang'an.

Their eyes were full of longing, hoping to see reinforcements from the court coming with supplies and hope.

The children snuggled up to their adults, their eyes full of ignorance and fear. They didn't understand why such a disaster happened, but they knew that Dr. Sun was working hard, and they were also waiting for the unknown hope.

As time went on, the epidemic in Guzhou became more serious. More and more people were infected, the number of patients in the clinic continued to increase, and medicinal materials became increasingly scarce.

Sun Simiao and his assistants had to search for available medicinal herbs and even tried to use some alternative herbs to alleviate the condition. They went deep into the mountains and forests to dig those precious herbs, regardless of their own safety.

On his way to collect herbs, Sun Simiao accidentally slipped and injured his leg.

But he just bandaged it simply and continued to look for medicinal herbs.

He knew that every herb could be a hope for life, and he couldn't stop.

After returning to the clinic, he immediately treated the patient despite the pain in his leg.

The people saw his persistence and dedication, and their respect and gratitude for Sun Simiao grew deeper.

However, the severity of the disease was beyond imagination.

Despite the best efforts of Sun Simiao and his assistants, many patients still did not survive.

Every time a life was lost, Sun Simiao felt a pain in his heart as if it were being cut by a knife.

He was even more eagerly awaiting news from the court, as he knew that only the power of the court could truly change the current situation in Guzhou.

under these circumstances.

Many people spontaneously went looking for medicine.

To alleviate Sun Simiao's troubles.

Many people advised Sun Simiao to rest more!

He can't bear it anymore at his age!

During these long and difficult days, Sun Simiao and the people of Guzhou were looking for hope in despair.