Emperor Ming's grandson

Chapter 71 Xu Da is seriously ill and at a critical moment!
In the eighteenth year of Hongwu, summer.

The summer heat in the capital shrouded the Duke of Wei's mansion like a steamer, making people feel a little more irritable out of thin air.

But the atmosphere deep inside the mansion was even duller and more depressing than the outside world.

Here, sadness seems to have turned into a tangible entity, permeating every corner and making it suffocating.

Xu Da, the Ming Dynasty's first general who was once all-powerful and frightened his enemies, was now like a trapped beast, lying helplessly on the bed.

His back, the place that used to bear scars representing glory, has now become a place where gangrene is raging. Gangrene is like a vicious claw, tightly attached to his back, constantly eroding him. skin and flesh.

Under the swollen gangrene, Xu Da's originally strong back muscles had become ulcerated, intertwined with pus and blood, and exuded a disgusting stench.

As the gangrene continued to worsen, Xu Da's figure also underwent terrible changes. He was stooped as if he was carrying a heavy burden, and his waist was no longer straight, but bent as if it would break at any time.

Whenever the pain attacks, Xu Da, who bites the towel, will groan in pain, and the sound he makes is like a wounded tiger wailing.

Xu Da's face became as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot. His once iron-like body and firm will seemed to have become fragile and vulnerable in the face of this terrible gangrene.

Soon, the exhausted Xu Da fell into a deep sleep in the room. A large number of ice cubes in the surrounding copper basins were emitting a hint of air-conditioning, making him feel more comfortable.

Outside the hospital bed, almost everyone who saw this scene could not help but shed tears.

No one could imagine that this great hero who once fought on the battlefield would suffer such terrible torture. Xu Da himself knew that his time was short, but he still persisted in his belief in fighting gangrene to the end.

The door was closed again.

Xu Huizu, Xu Yingxu, and Xu Zengshou, Xu Da's three sons, are usually talented and calm in their behavior, but at this time they seemed to be at a loss. They gathered outside their father's room, their faces full of worries and worries. The look of helplessness.

"Can't wait any longer!"

Xu Huizu's voice was firm: "You have to ask the imperial doctor to use acupuncture or a knife to draw out the pus. The weather is so hot, which will make the wound worse."

"Brother makes sense."

Xu Yingxu echoed: "We can't place all our hopes on the saint-grandson who doesn't know when he will appear!"

However, Xu Zengshou had a different view: "We have to believe in Shengsun."

Seeing that there were only three brothers around, Xu Huizu was already a little impatient: "How can you believe it? How long have we been waiting? Where is the shadow?"

Xu Yingxu also advised Xu Zengshou: "Third brother, he was only eight years old when he died! He is only a teenager now, and he is still a young boy."

"It's different over there. There's always something magical about it."

Xu Zengshou retorted feebly. In fact, after waiting for so long, his patience was almost gone. He just felt that the risk of having the imperial doctor operate on this disease was too great. If he could delay it, it would be better to delay it longer.

In fact, this is also because Xu Zengshou is too young to make decisions and take risks. He is afraid that his father will be dead if he goes under the knife, so he wants to place his hopes and responsibilities on others. However, he is temporarily aware of this mentality. Not enough.

"Moreover," Xu Yingxu said again, "His Majesty also said, if the situation is urgent, let us make our own decisions."

"It's better to wait."

Xu Huizu was completely impatient. He didn't want to wait any longer, and he spoke in rapid succession.

"Still waiting? When? The imperial doctor has already said that if you wait any longer, you will be in trouble!"

"I'm the boss, I have the final say!"

"Let the imperial doctor waiting outside use the knife to drain the pus now, we can't wait any longer!"

Just as the three of them were arguing and Xu Huizu was about to make the final decision, there were rapid footsteps outside the door. "You can't use the knife! Leave someone behind under the knife!"

Immediately afterwards, a eunuch ran in panting: "Your Majesty has decreed that the Yin and Yang Qihai of Zhongshan Saint Sun Altar has been opened!"

Hearing this, the three brothers were stunned.

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Zhongshan, in front of the Altar of Saint Sun.

Zhu Yuanzhang was alone and waiting anxiously.

His eyes sometimes looked towards the mysterious yin-yang sea, and sometimes he lowered his head in deep thought.

Soon, Zhu Xiongying's voice came from the yin and yang sea.

Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly took a few steps forward: "Dasun, there is something urgent at this time. I wonder if you can help me?"

Later, Zhu Yuanzhang described Xu Da's illness in detail.

Zhu Xiongying had several things he wanted to ask, but since it was important to save people, he put them down for the time being. Although he understood the urgency of the matter, he did not immediately agree, but cautiously spoke through the wormhole of time and space. said.

"Grandpa, I will do my best. However, I don't know if I can find an effective medicine. There is no guarantee that it will be cured."

After Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He knew very well that since he said he would do his best, he must do his best, but after all, the great grandson was not in charge of life and death. If he really couldn't be saved, he would have to accept his fate.

But in his heart, Zhu Yuanzhang still hoped that his old brother could survive.

After all, Xu Da is only fifty-three years old this year. It would be a pity if he died at this time.

After all, this is his "Great Wall"!

After a long wait, there was movement again on the other side of the Yin Yang Qi Sea.

Several boxes of ointment were thrown over and fell on the cushions. Zhu Yuanzhang quickly picked them up himself.

"The green one is mupirocin ointment. Just apply it to the affected area once in the morning, noon and evening every day. If there is no bandage, let the wound dry in a cool place. Apply this ointment first. The side effects are relatively small. At most, you will feel the wound. Itching and burning sensation. If it doesn't heal after applying it, apply fusidic acid cream with red streaks again. This may cause eczema and jaundice. These boxes are all in stock. Once you apply them all, you should be fine. There’s nothing we can do if it doesn’t get better.”

Zhu Yuanzhang counted the ointments, his hands trembling slightly with excitement.

Grandson is really the lucky star of the Ming Dynasty!
With this medicine, his old brother Xu Da may be saved!
After a while, three plates of cefradine tablets used to control skin and soft tissue infections were also thrown over.

"This is for oral administration. Do not drink alcohol while taking this medicine. Take 3-2 tablets 3 times a day. If the situation is severe, take more. No more than 6 tablets at most."

Later, Zhu Yuanzhang summoned Jiang Yu and gave detailed instructions, asking him to deliver medicine to the Duke of Wei.

What happens next can only be decided by time and fate.

After handling the matter, Zhu Xiongying asked the question he wanted to know most just now.

"Grandpa, what happened to my smallpox vaccine?"

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(End of this chapter)