Northern Song Dynasty: Counterattack and became emperor after the Jingkang Revolution

After Zhao Yingluo left the palace of the young emperor Zhao Min, she felt anxious.

She was well aware of the dangers of having a high fever, and in this era there were no special medicines that could quickly reduce fevers like in later generations.

As she walked, she thought about it. Although the traditional Chinese medicine used in later generations has certain curative effects, it takes effect slowly. For Zhao Min's current situation, it may be difficult to quench his thirst with water far away.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in her mind, and she remembered that mysterious dimension.

Now that the seeds of the next life can be taken out from this dimensional space, I wonder if other things can be taken out from this space.

There was something in her heart, and she tried to sense that dimension with her mind.

Something unexpected happened!

She actually sensed the existence of that dimension, and she also clearly saw the box of acetaminophen suspension placed in the office drawer!
This is a Western medicine only available in later generations, and it has a miraculous effect on reducing fever.

Zhao Yingluo was filled with ecstasy, and she quickly used her mind to take out the box of medicine from the dimensional space.

Looking at the familiar box of medicine in her hand, she could hardly believe her eyes.

Is this really the box of acetaminophen suspension? Was this really something she took from another dimension?
She took a deep breath to calm down her excitement.

Then she quickly turned around and walked towards Zhao Min's bedroom. With this box of medicine, Zhao Min's high fever should be gone soon.

When Zhao Yingluo appeared in Zhao Min's bedroom with the box of acetaminophen suspension, everyone was shocked.

They looked at the box of strange medicinal liquid in Zhao Yingluo's hand, wondering what it was. But Zhao Yingluo confidently told them that this was the medicine that could save Zhao Min's life.

Pan Yongshou noticed the strange box in Zhao Yingluo's hand and couldn't help but asked curiously: "Your Highness, what is that in your hand? Could it be that you have found some magic medicine that can cure the emperor?"

Zhao Yingluo smiled slightly and said confidently: "Master Pan, this is exactly the miracle medicine I have found. This medicine is called acetaminophen suspension, and it is a miracle medicine that only I have. It is good for reducing fever. It has miraculous effects and will definitely save the lives of officials."

Hearing this, the imperial doctors looked at each other with doubts and doubts on their faces.

One of the older imperial doctors couldn't help but said: "Your Royal Highness, the veterans and others have never heard of this strange name of medicine. What exactly is this medicine? Can it really save the lives of officials?" "

Zhao Yingluo knew that these imperial doctors were always skeptical about unknown things, but she was not discouraged. She explained patiently: "My lords, this Western medicine is different from the traditional Chinese medicine we use. It is a medicine refined through chemical methods. Although its name and form are different from the medicines we are familiar with, its efficacy is It has been tested and verified by future generations. I can guarantee that this medicine will definitely save the emperor’s life.”

However, the imperial doctors were still dubious.

They looked at the box of strange medicinal liquid in Zhao Yingluo's hand, and their hearts were full of doubts and uneasiness.

After all, they had never seen this strange drug, let alone how effective it was.

If this medicine has any side effects or toxicity, wouldn't it cost the official's life?

Seeing the hesitation and worry of the imperial doctors, Zhao Yingluo felt a little anxious.

She knew that time was running out and Zhao Min's condition could worsen at any time.

She took a deep breath and said firmly: "My lords, I know that you have doubts about this Western medicine. But I can guarantee with my own life that this medicine is absolutely safe and effective. Now that the emperor is seriously ill, we can no longer hesitate. Yes. I am willing to test the medicine myself to prove its efficacy."

Hearing this, the doctors were shocked.

They did not expect that Zhao Yingluo would be willing to use her own life to guarantee the efficacy of this Western medicine.

This courage and determination made them feel admired and ashamed.

Pan Yongshou also took a deep look at Zhao Yingluo and sighed in his heart. He knew that Zhao Yingluo had always been an independent and responsible princess, but he did not expect that she would be so brave and decisive. He nodded and said: "Since Her Royal Highness the Princess said so, I will believe you for once. Please Her Royal Highness the Princess try the medicine."

Zhao Yingluo smiled slightly and glanced at Pan Yongshou gratefully.

Then she opened the box of acetaminophen suspension and poured out some of the solution to drink.

The doctors watched her every move nervously, waiting for the results...

After a while, Zhao Yingluo did not show any abnormal reaction.

She looked at the nervous expressions of the imperial doctors and smiled and said, "Did you see it, sir? This medicine does not have any side effects or toxicity. Now we can safely give the medicine to the emperor."

The doctors all breathed a sigh of relief, and their hearts were filled with hope and confidence.

Amid everyone's anticipation and nervousness, Zhao Yingluo personally fed the acetaminophen suspension into the mouth of the little emperor Zhao Min.

The medicinal liquid, with a faint sweetness, slowly slid across Zhao Min's dry throat, as if it brought a glimmer of life.

At the beginning, Zhao Min still closed his eyes tightly, and his high fever did not go away, which made the string hanging in everyone's heart always tense.

However, as time passed, the originally hot forehead seemed to start to feel a little cooler.

Pan Yongshou touched Zhao Min's forehead in disbelief and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my god! The emperor's fever has really gone away! This Western medicine is so miraculous!"

Other imperial doctors also came forward to check on Zhao Min's condition. They all marveled at the miraculous curative effect of this Western medicine.

An imperial doctor said excitedly: "I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never seen a drug that can reduce fever so quickly! Your Highness, where did you really find such a miracle drug?"

Zhao Yingluo smiled slightly and said mysteriously: "I obtained this from a mysterious place. This Western medicine is completely different from the traditional Chinese medicine we use, but its efficacy has been proven through repeated trials."

Another imperial doctor sighed: "Her Royal Highness the Princess is truly a god! She was able to find such a magical medicine to save the emperor's life. I should keep this in mind, and I will do my best to diagnose and treat officials in the future."

Zhao Yingluo gently stroked Zhao Min's face, feeling that the originally hot skin gradually became warmer.

Gradually, Zhao Min's breathing became much calmer, no longer as rapid and heavy as before.

His face also began to regain some rosy color, and his lips were no longer chapped and bleeding.

These subtle changes gave everyone hope. They knew that the magical Western medicine was working in Zhao Min's body.

In the next few days, Zhao Min's condition gradually improved. He began to be able to open his eyes and look at the familiar faces around him, showing a weak smile.

His appetite gradually recovered and he began to eat light food. Whenever they see Zhao Min take a bite of food, Zhao Yingluo and Pan Xianfei's hearts are filled with gratitude and joy.

The imperial doctors were also surprised and happy about Zhao Min's recovery.

Under the careful care of everyone, Zhao Min gradually recovered.

His face became rosy and he became much more energetic.

He began to be able to move around the palace and play with the maids and eunuchs. Whenever she sees this scene, Zhao Yingluo's heart is filled with satisfaction and relief.

She knew that she had finally rescued Zhao Min from the clutches of death.