Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

The farce ended completely in this alley when Qin Qiong fell ill.

"The carriage is here! The carriage is here..."

Several Imperial Guards hurriedly carried the seemingly dying Duke Qin Qiong of Yiguo onto the carriage, and then the coachman quickly drove the carriage towards the Imperial University.

"Your Highness, I failed in my duty today and am willing to accept punishment!"

Wang Qingyun watched as Li Chengqian walked out of the crowd with a gloomy face.

He hurriedly stepped forward, cupped his hands, and begged for forgiveness.

Li Chengqian paused, took a deep breath, and calmly looked at Wang Qingyun in front of him.

Although the latter had his head down, his trembling shoulders clearly indicated that he had already discovered the identities of the two masked men from earlier that day.

"Wang Sima, shouldn't you be spending the festival with your family at this time?"

Wang Qingyun was taken aback, but immediately understood.

"Your Majesty, I have failed in my duty! An urgent report came to me, but I was out drinking and made a mistake! I am still hungover at home. I beg your forgiveness!"

Li Chengqian waved his hand: "Deduct one month's salary!"

"Your Highness, I thank you for your kindness!"

The Duke of Lu's Mansion.

The situation was more complicated than Li Chengqian had imagined.

When he arrived at the Duke of Lu's mansion, he saw all the servants, Hou Junji's concubines, and the family retainers, all with anxious and sorrowful expressions.

Hou Qianya, who had rushed back from Yangcheng Palace, was anxiously waiting outside the ward.

She cried her eyes out.

Upon seeing Li Chengqian appear, she finally couldn't hold back any longer and, disregarding all etiquette, threw herself into Li Chengqian's arms.

"Waaaaah, Your Highness, my father... he's my only family left in this world! Waaaaah, Your Highness, what should I do? What should I do?"

At this moment, Hou Qianya was nowhere to be seen as the female general on the battlefield and the warden of Hequ Prison.

She was just a daughter worried about her father's illness.

Li Chengqian patted her back, comforting her.

"Rest assured, General Hou will follow me on the battlefield in the future and establish unparalleled achievements. I will not let him die on his sickbed like this..."

Beside him, the retainers of the Duke's mansion knelt in grief before Li Chengqian.

"Your Highness, I beg you to save our Duke! He is extremely loyal. He knows that you want to reopen the Silk Road in the future, and he has been sending us to collect information from beyond the borders."

"Your Highness, the Duke can't just die like this, waaaaah..."

Li Chengqian remained silent, looking at the two figures that emerged from the ward.

"Imperial Physician Jiang, how is the condition?"

Behind Physician Jiang, two men followed, one on his left and one on his right.

Li Chengqian knew two people: Kong Zhiyue, the eldest son of Kong Yingda, and Su Jing, a renowned herbalist who was recruited by the Embroidered Uniform Guard to Bingzhou and joined the Imperial Medical Academy.

"Alas, Your Highness, the lesions are very clear. It was caused by a worsening of a cold, followed by sweating and exposure to wind, resulting in fever and cough... The illness came on too quickly, and it has already begun to invade the lungs and internal organs..."

Upon hearing Physician Jiang's words, Hou Qianya, who was being held in Li Chengqian's arms, visibly went limp.

It almost lost its support.

Li Chengqian's expression also turned serious. The disease had invaded his lungs and was accompanied by a severe fever. Wasn't that pneumonia?

Hou Qianya seemed to have grasped the last straw, and nestled in Li Chengqian's arms, clutching his clothes with both hands.

"Your Highness, there is still hope for my father, there is still hope for my father, isn't there?"

Tears streamed down her face.

His voice trembled, and his eyes showed a hint of fear.

In ancient times, a cold that had reached this level would have been practically a terminal illness.

Several of the concubines in the Duke of Lu's mansion, who were less psychologically resilient, simply closed their eyes and fainted.

Li Chengqian nodded, his face grim.

"Hurry, there's no time to lose! Quickly get the Duke of Lu onto the carriage and head to the medical school! Hurry!"

The Imperial Guards and several retainers from the Duke of Lu's mansion hurriedly went inside.

Before long, Lu State Duke Hou Junji was wrapped in a thick quilt, his body thinner than a few days ago, and he was coughing incessantly.

They were carried out.

"Your Highness, cough cough cough..."

Upon seeing Li Chengqian, Hou Junji's weak and lifeless eyes suddenly glistened with tears.

He reached out as if to say something.

His incessant coughing made his whole body tense, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"Uncle Hou, don't worry, I'm here with you, you won't die!"

Li Chengqian grasped the other person's hand with a solemn expression.

The address of "Uncle Hou" finally eased Hou Junji's previously worried expression by a little.

He glanced deeply at his daughter, who was being held in the Crown Prince's arms.

They were carried onto the carriage by the Imperial Guards...

Within the hospital located within the Imperial University Medical School.

At this moment, figures dressed in white coats were clearly divided into two groups, one on the left and one on the right, either taking the pulse or performing acupuncture on Duke Qin Qiong, who was lying on the sickbed.

Or observe the tongue coating and measure body temperature.

The white-haired, blue-eyed dean of the National Medical College, Berens, frowned.

"The situation is very bad. He not only has a cold and fever, but also very serious inflammation in his body. The most difficult thing to deal with is that he is too weak right now."

"I don't know if he can withstand the effects of that new drug..."

Sun Simiao's expression was not very good at this moment.

Although acupuncture has temporarily alleviated Qin Qiong's cough symptoms, the fever has left him in a semi-comatose state.

"Duke Yi experienced many battles back then, and his injuries were often new before the old ones had healed. His qi and blood were severely depleted, and there were also many disordered meridians in his body."

"Now that he has fallen seriously ill, strong medicine cannot be used!"

Although Berens and others were given basic communication abilities by the simulated world.

However, the knowledge and understanding they possessed were entirely based on Western models, and when they heard Sun Simiao speak of terms they had never heard of before, such as "meridians," "vital energy," and "blood and qi," they were surprised to learn about them.

He, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed Western doctors around him, were also completely bewildered.

Amidst a flurry of footsteps, a student from a traditional Chinese medicine hospital rushed in.

"Dean Sun, more people have arrived. The Duke of Lu has also been brought here, and His Highness the Crown Prince has come in person!"

The voice just fell.

Li Chengqian, carrying Hou Junji who was coughing incessantly and breathing weakly, entered the ward.

Sun Simiao and the others hurriedly told them to put the patient down.

"Dean Sun, how is the Duke of Yi's condition?" Li Chengqian asked.

If the Duke of Yi hadn't died on the battlefield, but instead lost his life because of his own emperor's reckless behavior, then the Li family would never be able to hold their heads high in front of the Duke of Yi's mansion again.

They will never be able to escape the charge of persecuting meritorious officials and generals.

Li Chengqian's mood was at its lowest point. It was supposed to be a festival for family reunion, a day for eating, watching plays, and finally relaxing.

But then he ran into that bastard Emperor Li Er...

Sun Simiao looked troubled: "I have already taken your pulse. The cold is the trigger, but the real problem is the weakness of qi and blood, the recurrence of old injuries and other complications, which have ultimately led to the current situation where wind-heat evil in the lungs and evil toxins from old injuries have entered the body."

He carefully considered his words: "...I do have a remedy, but I fear the Duke of Yi's body cannot withstand that long. Using strong medicine might worsen his condition, and in all these cases, there is truly nothing I can do to save him..."

Li Chengqian took a deep breath, then looked at Hou Junji, who was being given acupuncture to suppress his cough.

ponder for a moment.

Finally, their gazes turned to Berens and the others.

"Berlins, have you brought everything I asked you to prepare?"

Upon hearing this, Berens nodded hastily.

However, he was somewhat worried and asked in his strange-sounding Mandarin.

"Your Highness, although we successfully extracted penicillin according to your method, we... did not have time to conduct any human trials, and we have no way of controlling the dosage and efficacy."

"Given this gentleman's condition... from a doctor's perspective, I do not recommend doing this."

Li Chengqian glared at him: "Could the situation get any worse? Dragging this out will only lead to death!"

He looked at the unconscious Duke Qin Qiong of Yi on the bed. His face was sallow and his body was as thin as a withered tree. He was lying on the sickbed and his breathing was very weak.

"Start with the smallest dose, just in case penicillin has some effect, and combine it with physical cooling methods, it's a last resort!"

Beside him, Sun Simiao and several other imperial physicians from the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine all looked bewildered.

They had never heard of "penicillin" as mentioned by Li Chengqian and these foreigners.

Seeing this, Li Chengqian had no choice but to patiently walk over to them.

Explain the theories about microorganisms, bacteria, viruses, and so on to them in as concise and clear a way as possible.

Looking at Sun Simiao and the others who all nodded in understanding.

Li Chengqian spoke softly.

"Dean Sun, this is what I mentioned before. The systematization of medical theory has brought about tangible results. The reason why the things left by our Chinese ancestors are called treasures is that they have absorbed the essence of the surrounding areas and integrated them into the medical system we have today."

"This medical art may become an important support for the Taoist sect to stand tall in the world in the future, while so-called magic arts will ultimately not be able to be brought to the forefront."

"What do you think?"

The skill of speaking.

At this moment, under everyone's watchful eyes, Berens and the others began to take out small, crystal-clear glass bottles.

And a syringe handcrafted by an artisan...

"Hiss..." Li Chengqian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Hou Qianya and Qian Yingying, who were standing next to Li Chengqian, also noticed that their prince seemed to be afraid of something.

Li Chengqian remained silent, simply watching as Berens held a needle that, in his previous life, could be used to inject pigs. Following his instructions, Berens prepared the minimum dose of penicillin.

The skin test was conducted according to the procedure instructed by Li Chengqian.

Berens was also somewhat nervous.

His gaze turned to Sun Simiao and the others.

"Dean Sun, if this gentleman does not experience any adverse reactions in a while, then he can use this new drug and resolve his lung inflammation. However, if he cannot use it... then it will depend on your abilities."

"We currently have no other effective treatments for this condition."