Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

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As time passed day by day, Zhang Weixian's body became weaker and weaker at the end of the ninth year of Chongzhen. Emperor Chongzhen couldn't bear it anymore, and boarded the gate of the British government.

According to the imperial doctor, if there is no accident, today is the last day of the old British Zhang Weixian.

In fact, Tai Hospital, as an institution that was cleaned up early and then stuffed into a part of the Royal Academy, the research on medical skills in it has already reached the point of madness.

What blood type, blood transfusion, wound suturing, some minor surgery and so on can already be completed - this is due to Huang Taiji. The hospital has enough experimental materials.

Even because the Ministry of Railways needed too many coolies, the Medical Branch of the Royal Academy did not have enough materials. These imperial physicians had already set their sights on Ming's death row prisoners.

In short, in one sentence, they don't care who is used for the experiment, whether it is a captive or a death row prisoner, in short, the experiment cannot be stopped.

However, even such amazing medical advancements cannot stop the decline of the British Duke's body. We can only roughly judge that today is the last day of the British Duke Zhang Weixian. As for the rest, we can only say that we are resigned to fate.

Emperor Chongzhen also knew that it was inappropriate for him to visit the Duke of England—as long as he visited, no matter whether Zhang Weixian's body would suddenly recover or not, he would have to die tonight.

Even Emperor Chongzhen himself didn't have this idea.

The servants in the British government don't know what they are busy with. They are going back and forth like ants are moving. In short, they are busy. At least tonight, the people in the British government dare not let themselves have the slightest pause and rest. This is true from top to bottom.

It can be seen that the British government is actually very clear about Zhang Weixian's physical condition and is already preparing for Zhang Weixian's funeral, which can be seen from the gathering of monks and Taoists in the yard.

But Emperor Chongzhen was not in the mood to pay attention to these messy things.

Going straight into the backyard, after arriving at Zhang Weixian's bedroom, what caught Emperor Chongzhen's eyes was Zhang Weixian's face, which was full of heroism in the past, but now only gray and defeated.

Ignoring other people's behavior of kneeling and worshiping, Emperor Chongzhen walked directly to Zhang Weixian's bed, stretched out his hand to hold Zhang Weixian's hand that was about to struggle to get up and said: "Aiqing doesn't need to get up, just lie down and talk like this."

After finishing speaking, Emperor Chongzhen turned his attention to the imperial doctor who was kneeling on the ground: "How long can the British Duke's body last? I put my words here today. Who can make the British Duke last another month? Fenghou!"

The imperial doctors kneeling on the ground looked at each other, but none of them dared to speak.

It is a good thing to be a Marquis, a great thing for Guangzong Yaozu!But in fact, who would dare to take care of this mess now?

Keeping people alive is not the same as killing people.

Killing is very simple. As the imperial physicians of Damingtai Hospital, these people present are confident enough to kill people invisible, and even trying to calculate when people will die is just a matter of effort.

But to extend life, especially in the case of Zhang Weixian, unless Da Luo Jinxian came in person, or if there was a hero like Monkey King who could go to the underworld and cancel the book of life and death, it would be possible.

Obviously, the imperial doctors are not Daluo Jinxian, let alone have the ability to go to the underworld to cancel the book of life and death. Even if they are greedy for the conditions offered by Emperor Chongzhen, there is nothing they can do.

Seeing that Emperor Chongzhen's face became more and more ugly, Zhao Yujie, who was known as the little Hua Tuo at the head of the imperial hospital, said: "Your Majesty Qizuo, the British Lord's forehead tattoo has been opened, and the minister is incompetent. Please punish him."

When Emperor Chongzhen heard that the forehead tattoo had been opened, his heart tightened.Everyone has forehead wrinkles, especially the elderly, but forehead wrinkles are not a sign of radiance, but a sign before death.

In fact, forehead lines, lip kisses, and palm lines will slowly disappear hours or days before the National People's Congress is approaching.

Or to put it in the simplest terms, when the tattoo on the forehead is opened, the person has already entered the stage of reflection.

Generally speaking, people who are going to leave, unless they are highly comatose and go away directly, the rest, even though they are people who are going to leave, they are all very clear and sober, and basically they will arrange some major events behind them .

Emperor Chongzhen also knew that the crime of punishing these imperial doctors at this time was pure bullshit. After all, they had done their best, and it was normal for these imperial doctors to have no choice.

No matter how powerful the hospital is in the later generations, it will not be able to keep the dying person. It will only last for a day or two. Just for this, I don't know how much it will cost.

As far as the current situation is concerned, all kinds of rare and secret medicines in the royal family, the imperial hospital, and the British government have all been used, and there is really nothing to do.

After secretly sighing in his heart, Emperor Chongzhen turned his gaze back to Zhang Weixian: "Aiqing, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Zhang Weixian's mouth moved, and he spat out three words with difficulty: "Mugul!"

Zhang Weixian uttered three words, but Emperor Chongzhen almost fell into tears.

The British princes of all dynasties can be said to have fulfilled their duties as ministers to Ming Dynasty. If the courtiers of Daming are all like British princes, what nonsense to build slaves, what chaos in the world, if the country of Ming Dynasty cannot be passed on for thousands of years, it will be daylight Hell.

It is precisely because the British government is loyal to the royal family, so even Wei Zhongxian, a ruthless person, has never troubled the British family.

Of course, he didn't have the guts to look for it. After all, the British family has always controlled the Beijing camp, and the favor given by the royal family is different from other nobles.

Even if it was a series of actions that outsiders saw as outrageous actions after the abnormal emperor ascended the throne, it was because the British government had always stood by his side.

There is a saying that a person is about to die, and his words are good, but Zhang Weixian didn't think about other things at all, but he was thinking about the Mughal side, which is the territory of the third brother.

Thinking of this, Emperor Chongzhen's resentment towards the third brother increased a little more - if it wasn't for the fact that the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies had been planning the Mughals, why would the British Duke Zhang Weixian be so tired that he vomited blood.

Tightly holding Zhang Weixian's hands that were almost dry, Emperor Chongzhen said: "Don't worry, Ai Qing, within ten years, the Mughals will definitely not cause trouble!"

After Zhang Weixian gasped for a while, he spit out two words: "Sea!"

Emperor Chongzhen nodded, but he couldn't hold back his tears any longer: "Don't worry, Ai Qing, my Ming Dynasty now has the East China Sea Fleet and the South China Sea Fleet.

I know what Aiqing means. The troubles of the Ming Dynasty are not from within but from the sea. After a while, I will order the governors of the five armies to rebuild the North Sea Fleet and the West Sea Fleet. There will be no external troubles at sea. "

Seeing that Zhang Weixian's expression turned even worse, Emperor Chongzhen said, "Aiqing stands up again, and tomorrow will be a good day!"

His own body knew it, Zhang Weixian also knew that it was difficult for him to survive the night, and after saying the two words just now, his spirit was a little weaker, so he had to cast a questioning look at Emperor Chongzhen.

Emperor Chongzhen forced a smile and said: "Tomorrow, Zheng Zhilong will be able to bring Java King Megava to Beijing, isn't Lao Aiqing planning to take a look at such a grand sight?

Jiannu in the east is flat, and Huang Taiji, the slave chieftain, has been chopped up and fed to the dogs, but what about Dorgon?Isn't Lao Aiqing going to see Dorgon confer the title? "

Hearing this, Zhang Weixian could only force a smile out of his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

Emperor Chongzhen didn't know what to say for a while, and even felt a little numb.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhao Yujie, the director of the imperial hospital, suddenly said: "Your Majesty Qizuo, I have a secret method that can make the British Duke survive until tomorrow, but this method consumes the last of the British Duke's blood. There is no doubt that he must die!"

Emperor Chongzhen did not speak, but turned his attention to Zhang Zhiji.

From a rational point of view, the use of this so-called secret method should be to forcibly stimulate Zhang Weixian's body, so that the time of returning to light can be advanced and extended, so that Zhang Weixian can survive for one more day and have time to leave his last words.

But emotionally speaking, Emperor Chongzhen was unwilling to accept this method-what if there is a turning point?Even if it is one in ten million?

And in this case, the right to choose is actually in the hands of Zhang Zhiji, even if he is the emperor, he should not make this decision for Zhang Zhiji.

Zhang Zhiji, who was also kneeling on the ground, was also caught in a dilemma. After a while, Zhang Zhiji finally gritted his teeth and said, "Please Zhao Yuanzheng to cast a spell!"

Emperor Chongzhen saw that Zhang Zhiji had already made a decision, so he ordered: "Let Zhao Aiqing cast a spell. If you can come tomorrow, let the British Duke see the plum thief and confer the head, and reward him with a thousand gold!"

Zhao Yujie respectfully agreed, and then he got up and walked towards Zhang Weixian. Emperor Chongzhen also planned to get up and make room for Zhao Yujie to use his so-called secret technique.

However, Zhang Weixian's hand sank, causing Emperor Chongzhen's heart to sink to the bottom, and he shouted to Zhao Yujie: "Quick!"

Zhao Yujie didn't care about other things, and walked towards Zhang Weixian quickly, but seeing Zhang Weixian's face, Zhao Yujie's heart sank.

Grabbing Zhang Weixian's hand to feel his pulse, and stretching out his hand to feel Zhang Weixian's neck, Zhao Yujie shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, the British Duke has gone."

Emperor Chongzhen was furious, and then felt powerless.