Daming Super Daddy

Where did the two dare to say anything, they turned around and went to get the medicine.

Before it was time for a cup of tea, they came back with two medicines.

Zhu Song took two herbal medicines from the hands of the two, and handed them directly to the person in the Taiyao Supervision Office, saying: "Although I know that Artemisia annua can cure malaria, I have never seen it before. Please tell the difference."

Chen Shu separated two plants from the two herbs, held them in his hands and observed them, and said:

"My lord, these two herbs belong to the annual herbs of the genus Artemisia in the Asteraceae family. They have similar tastes and shapes. But you can still tell them apart if you look closely. The inflorescences of this herb are small and nearly spherical, and the lower part of the stem has three leaves. The herb is called Artemisia annua."

When he was talking about this, Chen Shu paused, pointed to another herb in his hand, and said, "This one is Artemisia annua. Its inflorescence is larger and hemispherical, and the lower part of the stem is mostly two leaves. It is pectinate and pinnately deeply divided three times. If you look closely, you can still distinguish the Artemisia annua from Artemisia annua."

While Chen Shu was explaining, he also looked at Zhu Song. What made him feel strange was that he could vaguely see the stupefied expression on His Highness King Han's face through the fine veil.

"My lord, are you listening, my lord?" Chen Shu asked.

"Oh, I'm listening!" Zhu Song finally came back to his senses, clasped his hands suddenly, and made a crisp sound, saying: "Physician Chen, wrong, wrong, all wrong."

"It's a mistake, but there is a remedy, isn't there?" Chen Shu looked at the herbs in his hand and replied.

"No, I'm wrong. I didn't mean these herbs? Oh, forget it, forget it, I told you, but you don't understand." Zhu Song's shaking of his head startled Chen Shu and the others, thinking that this His Highness the King of Han has lost his mind and gone crazy!

In fact, when Chen Shu mentioned Artemisia annua just now, Zhu Song remembered that it was not Artemisia annua that contained artemisinin in herbal medicine, but Artemisia annua.

Artemisinin is a colorless needle-like crystal extracted from the leaves of the compound inflorescence plant Artemisia annua, that is to say, the stem of Artemisia annua does not contain the drug Artemisia annua.

"I remember, you said just now that this herb contains seventy stones in the herbal medicine sent to Xiahe Village, right?" Zhu Song turned to look at the person who had just reported to him, grabbed his clothes, and said: " The Artemisia annua juice I got for that child just now, is this Artemisia annua, or this Artemisia annua?"

"Going back to the lord, there are indeed more than 70 stones of this kind of Artemisia annua." The soldier nodded repeatedly, and said, "The one who laughed was made by that child just now. It is indeed Artemisia annua, not this kind of Artemisia annua."

"Are you sure?" Zhu Song asked again.

"Sure!" The soldier nodded earnestly, and added, "My lord, let the brothers send a letter back to Anxi County, so that the brothers in the city can pick Artemisia annua again..."

"No need!" Zhu Song said, "More than 70 stones of Artemisia annua are enough."

"Ah?" The soldier was dumbfounded and didn't know what was going on.

"Master Wang, pass on the order to have people distinguish Qinghao from Huangqinghao." Zhu Song turned his head to look at Wangcheng, and said, "Also, take some Huangqinghao and grind out the juice, make a few more bowls, so as to be prepared."

"My lord, are you sure you won't make a mistake this time?" Chen Shu hesitated, "If the child gets weaker, he might not be able to last for two days."

"Do you have any other ideas?" Zhu Song asked back, "Don't worry, you will never make a mistake this time, just trust me!"

Hearing Zhu Song's words, Chen Shu and the others could only smile wryly, because they really had no other way.

Hey, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

……

A quarter of an hour later, Aunt Li fed two bowls of thick blue-yellow Artemisia annua juice to his grandson.

"My lord, will it really work this time?" Chen Shu was still a little worried.

"Don't worry about it." Zhu Song nodded slightly, "It's true that I made a mistake the first time, but this time it will never be wrong. Just rest assured."

Perhaps Zhu Song's words had an effect this time, Chen Shu and the others no longer struggled, but waited silently.

Time passed little by little, the sky gradually darkened, and when the sun above the dome of the sky finally set from the west, the child's face finally began to improve.

"Grandpa, grandpa, my grandson's condition seems to be improving." Aunt Li, who had been staying by the bed and never left, had a look of surprise on her face, "Would you like to go in and take a look?"

When the words fell to the ground, Aunt Li looked at Li Kun and the others expectantly.

"Go and see."

At this moment, Zhu Song and the others were eating dinner in a room full of wormwood smell, when they heard Aunt Li's words, they couldn't help standing up.

Returning to the room where the little boy was, Chen Shu waited for the imperial physician from the Imperial Medicine Supervision Office to look at the little boy's face, and gave him his pulse again.

After a long while, Chen Shudao: "My lord, at present, it can only be said that the disease has been controlled and then exacerbated. Specifically, whether the little guy's system is caused by the Artemisia annua, the old man can't be sure."

"Hmm." Zhu Song rubbed his chin and said, "Although this Artemisia annua contains artemisinin, it has not been refined after all, and just two bowls may not be effective."

When talking about this, Zhu Song said to everyone: "How about this, tonight, every two hours, I will feed this child a bowl of Artemisia annua juice. Doctor Chen and Doctor Liu, you should work harder and take turns serving this child. The child's pulse is recorded to record the changes of the condition."

"My lord, don't worry." Chen Shu nodded and agreed.

……

The night passed in a flash, and when the sky began to turn white, another bowl of Artemisia annua juice was fed to the little boy.

Chen Shu sat by the bed, and skillfully put his hand on the little boy's wrist.

Suddenly, a strange look appeared on Chen Shu's face, and after he carefully screened it for a while, the strange look on his face finally turned into surprise. He hurried to the room where Zhu Song and the others were resting, and said:

"Good news, good news! My lord, the child's pulse condition has begun to improve, and the Artemisia annua works!"

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"Quick, quick, go and have a look!"

During this night, although there were no mosquitoes flying around in the house due to the constant burning of wormwood, it was still difficult for these Fujian officials and imperial physicians who were used to enjoying Nanjing City to sleep this night. It can even be said that it is impossible to sleep at all.

At this moment, hearing Chen Shu's words, these guys all became excited.

The imperial physicians from the Imperial Medicine Supervision Department ran the fastest, rushed to the little guy's room in three steps at a time, pinched the little boy's wrist and measured his pulse carefully.

After a while, their faces all showed ecstasy.

Well, well, it turned out to be really good!

"My lord, this child's pulse has stabilized, his breathing is calm, and the heat and cold are gradually disappearing!" Chen Shu came to Zhu Song with a smile on his face, and said, "Your method is effective!"

"My lord told you to rest assured before? How about you just don't believe me?" Zhu Song looked at Chen Shu playfully, although he couldn't see the face of the little old man behind the veil, but when Zhu Song thought about it, It should be wonderful.

"My lord, the people of Xiahe Village are saved." Wang Cheng had a smile on his face, "Xiaguan, on behalf of the people of Xiahe Village, thank you!"

While saying this, Wang Cheng bowed deeply to Zhu Song.

The top leaders of Fujian had already set an example, so naturally the following followers couldn't ignore it, and they all bowed to Zhu Song in salute.

"Okay, let's all be free." Zhu Song did not refuse, but accepted the gift from everyone, "Even if there is no incident of going down to Hecun, this method of treating malaria with yellow qinghao will spread out sooner or later. This king just coincides with it." It will."

"My lord, you are too self-effacing." The old doctor Chen Shu shook his head and said, "You may not know how many people die of malaria every year in our Daming! Take the malaria in Xiahe village as an example. If the malaria in Hecun does not break out, if it breaks out, the entire Anxi County and even Quanzhou will be affected."

What Chen Shu said was a bit exaggerated, but it was the truth.

"It's what you say." Zhu Song shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and said, "However, the most urgent task at the moment is to quickly extract the juice of the Artemisia annua and distribute it to the people in Xiahe Village."