I have already established my power and prestige, so how did Li Shimin come back to life?

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.