The domestic guard is a little sweet

"Then... it doesn't matter if you have a small belly." Zhao Jin explored his thin abdominal muscles, and stretched out his arms to hug An Twelve's thin waist. "It's okay, I was scared to death."

"It won't happen in the future." An Twelve embraced Zhao Jin with his backhand for the first time, embracing his arms full of ambergris, as if the giant dragon had found the top treasure in the world.

Although Zhao Jin handed over all the procedures to the Tai Hospital for the homemade method of penicillin, the conditions are relatively strict after all, and their side has experience, so it is naturally much faster.

Zhou Minhang, the capital of the city defense, and Duan Lan, the head of the Imperial Hospital, went to the palace.

"A few highly skilled servicemen from King Rui's Mansion are invited to part with such skilled craftsmen, and let them assist the Imperial Hospital to make medicinal powder and help the refugees outside the city."

Zhao Jin has been exhausted for several days, his handsome face has pale lips, his skin is pale and bloodless, and he looks even sicker and weaker.

"Ahem...Master Zhou's words are serious. This epidemic has had a great impact, and now we have finally found a solution. Cough...This king is duty-bound."

Zhou Minhang and Mr. Duan looked at each other and smiled. They didn't expect King Rui to be so talkative. After this toss, she looked even weaker.

But such a frail young man is like a green bamboo under the rising sun, tall and straight, beautiful, extraordinary, with a sense of compassion.

Elder Duan stepped forward and gave a slight salute: "My lord is kind-hearted. The people in the city have thanked you. You should take care of yourself and drink some medicine for clearing the lungs and relieving cough."

Zhao Jin coughed twice again, a look of exhaustion flashed across his face, but there was still a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Old Duan's praise, cough cough. There are a lot of refugees outside the city. Today, due to the epidemic, the traffic is cut off. I am afraid that there will be enough rice and grain from them to the palace. I have prepared some food a few days ago. The king is going to cook porridge outside the city. Shed, help Tai Hospital to distribute the medicine powder as soon as possible, just do your best."

Duan Lao's face was full of emotion: "My lord is very righteous."

Zhou Minhang was a general with a straight gut. Now that the epidemic is so severe, all officials in the city, big and small, stay at home, fearing that they will be infected.

At such a time of turmoil, Prince Rui was able to personally go out of the city to give alms, which really made him admire.

"My lord is a man, and I admire him very much."

Zhao Jin smiled faintly, and the look of exhaustion on his face became more intense.

After Zhou Minhang and Duan Lao looked at each other, they exchanged a few pleasantries, then got up and left.

After Zhou Minhang and Duan Laolanyi left, Zhao Jin's face faded from the weakness just now, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he leaned lazily on the imperial concubine's couch. .

Old Duan's official position is not high, and the imperial physician has no real power in his hands. Although Zhou Minhang has real power, there are many high-ranking and powerful families in Beijing, and the network of relationships is intricate.

For several days in a row, the medicinal powder produced in the city was taken by the dignitaries in Beijing early to treat the servants, leaving some just in case, and it was the turn of the people in the city.

The people in the city naturally complained in private, but seeing the hope of the medicine for treatment, everyone was honest.

Zhao Jin directly sent someone to write a letter to the princes and nobles in the city, calling on everyone to donate rice, grain and silver, distribute porridge and apply medicine, and help the refugees outside the city to calm down the matter as soon as possible.

It's just that the epidemic is serious now, and all the mansions are waiting and watching, not daring to show their heads.

Only Feng Xiangguo sent people to send 500 shi of grain and [-] taels of silver as alms.

Zhao Jin looked at the replies sent by the various mansions, and the smile on his mouth deepened.

All the patients in the palace have been properly prescribed medication, and except for a few who are recovering from serious illnesses, everyone else is fine.

Epidemics are frightening to say the least, but those who have survived this experience will have antibodies in their bodies, and will not be infected with the same epidemic again for at least half a year.

Under Zhao Jin's order, everyone in the palace prepared chariots and horses, food and a large iron pot in full swing.

"Hey, be careful, watch out for the big iron pot in your hand."

"Give me some effort, the prince has already used such an expensive medicine for everyone, everyone should remember the prince's kindness."

"Hey! No, one is not enough, bring those two big iron pots! Xiaocui, go and get your mother's big spoon!"

The woman who cooks the porridge in the back kitchen is surnamed Wang. She is a woman over 40 years old. She has a sharp voice and directs the servants and maids in the back kitchen.He and Butler Liu's voices were heard along the way, which was rather lively.

Dark Twelve put the black fur on Zhao Jin's body.

"Master, there are a lot of sick people during the epidemic, so we can do things like open a porridge shed, distribute porridge and distribute medicine."

Zhao Jin froze for a moment, with the cloak on his body, he stuffed his cold hands into An Twelve's big hands to keep warm, with a slight smile on his lips.

"No, some things are not money and status, which cannot be robbed, but he has great power that others ignore."

Dark Twelve seemed to understand but not understand, as if he knew it in his heart, but he couldn't grasp that gleam of spiritual light, so he simply gave up thinking about it, he stood firmly beside Zhao Jin what the master wanted to do, and he was willing to cut through the thorns and thorns with the sword in the master's hand.

White banners were hung up in the homes of the common people in all parts of the capital, and the sound of wailing was heard from time to time, and there were also three thousand refugees gathered outside the city.

The Tai Hospital in the city, together with the captain of Fucheng, began to slowly find someone to use a white powder to treat the epidemic, and people who were seriously ill flocked to the front of the Tai Hospital.

Some of the people outside the city were well-informed about this matter, thinking that the officials and lords in the city didn't care about the life and death of ordinary people like them, and became even more panicked. They rushed to the city gate several times to ask for medicine.

"Don't worry, everyone. There is already a cure for the epidemic, but it will take time. Please wait a little longer."

"Bah! Liar! The medicine is not only given to those officials and gentlemen in the city. When will it be our turn, the poor?"

"Soldiers, please do me a favor. My child is still so young. Just give us a medicine and save him."

Men in their prime, thin women, and the old and the young were noisy, and they became one.

The guards guarding the city shouted loudly, but it was useless.

The refugees didn't listen, and rushed to the gate of the city in a swarm, and conflicts broke out between the two sides.

A few refugees who were leading the charge clashed with the guards, and the scarlet blood that had not been cut by the knife splashed on the mud outside the city,

Only then did the refugees calm down, trembling and crying uncontrollably.

In this luxurious and spacious carriage, followed by 50 guards and hundreds of servants, they came out from the west side of the door in a mighty manner, and set up a simple bamboo shed and set up a cauldron.

After a while, the rich aroma of porridge spread in all directions, and the surrounding refugees gathered around one after another. Many of them were hungry and thin, but they didn't dare to step forward when they saw the guards holding swords around them. saliva.

"This... is this the porridge shed sent by the government?"

A woman, whose clothes were all patched, walked over tremblingly, leading a skinny little boy.

"Please, can someone give us a bowl of porridge? Just give it to this child. We haven't had a drop of water for a day."

Several women with young children gathered around, plopping and kneeling in front of the porridge shed, crying and begging.

"Our family is infected with the epidemic, please kind people, please give me a mouthful of porridge, please save us."

Aunt Wang had big arms and a round waist, covered her nose and mouth with a cotton cloth, and was holding a big iron spoon. Standing by the side of the pot, she knocked on the big iron pot three times, making a dull sound.

"We are all from Prince Rui's Mansion. The steps to come out are to line up. Don't worry, everyone will get their share. Those who are confirmed to be infected will go to the side shed to get the medicine. Don't be afraid, everyone will have it. Let the seriously ill use it first."

The crowd went into an uproar when they heard this.

"Is there really a medicine? Is there really a medicine for the epidemic?"

Aunt Wang crossed her waist, her face was fierce, and her voice was loud: "Don't make noise, the medicine is naturally available, but it takes time to prepare it. All the sick people go to the shed on the west side to get the medicine. Don't talk to the uninfected patients. If you stay in one place, you will harm others and yourself, and everyone will not agree."

Everyone understood it, and looked carefully, only to see the family crest on the gorgeous carriage in the distance, which is the symbol of Jingzhong Palace.

Looking at the guards in the porridge shed, all of them are strong and healthy, holding steel knives, and they are also relieved. They line up obediently one by one. If their relatives are sick, they immediately take their relatives to the small shed on the side to line up. Hope to get the medicine soon.

The thick two ginseng rice porridge, half a piece of dry food pancake, and the huge rough porcelain bowl, all the people covered in patches all tasted very delicious.

On the other side of the shed, all the patients diagnosed with the epidemic were separated from the healthy people. The government doctors told everyone about the risks of using the medicine, and first did an allergy test before giving the powder to the seriously ill.

When the medicine is used on the first day, the recovery of the seriously ill means that after the high fever fades, the relatives cry bitterly.

"Bodhisattva bless, woo woo, Bodhisattva bless. My son is alive! Alive!!!"

From time to time, the crowd erupted in exclamations of surprise, and their numb eyes seemed to be lit up.Everyone looked hopefully at the small shed and the busy doctors in full attire.

Saved!

They are saved!

Being a refugee is not lacking.People with strange yellow skills and clever hands and feet were selected by the government doctors to make penicillin.

These days, which pharmacy has a unique secret recipe that can be taught to the outside world? Such a precious medicinal powder, a life-saving recipe, is actually passed on to these ordinary refugees. Everyone knows that this group belongs to Prince Rui's Mansion, and they all call Wang Yerende directly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, Bodhisattva, please save my father, he is going to die."

It was a thin young man dragging a heavy broken mat on which a grey-haired old man lay, ran over tremblingly, howled and fainted on the spot.

The people around saw that they were infected with the epidemic, so they ran away in a flash, and some clever ones went directly to the small shed to call the doctor.

The government doctor with all white hair stepped forward, took out two silver needles and pierced the acupuncture points, the young man twitched and woke up instantly.