When he returned to the Hou Mansion, he didn't even pay attention to the greetings of the family, and Liu Hong gradually went straight to the study.

Of course, there is no answer in the study, in fact, the entire Ming Dynasty may not be able to find the answer, the Tai Hospital represents the authority of the entire Ming Dynasty medicine, and these old men must have read all the medical history books.

They say that it can't be cured, then it must be incurable with the current level of medical care.

Liu Hongjian didn't want to find the answer in the book in the study, he just needed a quiet environment.

He sat on a wicker chair in the study and took the collector's edition Huawei phone from the ring, which had not been used for a long time, but it was still very new.

There seems to be a static effect in this ring, and everything will hardly age here.

In the sound of the jingle bell, Liu Hong gradually began to flip through the books about medicine stored in his mobile phone.

As a low-talent student majoring in clinical medicine and surgery in the medical school of later generations, even though his grades have always been very bad, he still has a lot of professional books stored in his mobile phone.

Every freshman who has just entered the medical industry has a reverence for medicine and a yearning for the help of the world.

However, there are a few of these yearning and reverence that can withstand the invasion of various Internet operations such as online games and live broadcasts.

I don't know what others do, anyway, whether these are photocopied versions or e-books, he has never read them since they were shared and downloaded by his mentor.

Now Liu Honggradually even regrets that he went astray, he frantically checked, and did not realize that time was passing rapidly.

When Yang Xue came to explore after receiving a report from her subordinates, Liu Hong gradually frowned, turning a deaf ear to her coming, as if she had encountered an extremely important and thorny problem.

She just served her husband a cup of hot tea and quietly withdrew.

I don't know how long it took, Liu Hong, whose eyes were sour, finally found the account of this certificate in later generations.

Loss of glory, the name of the disease in Chinese medicine.

This disease is equivalent to the primary malignant tumor of the neck and the cervical lymphatic metastasis of malignant tumors in Western medicine, such as lymphosarcoma, Hodgkin's disease, nasopharyngeal cancer, cervical lymph node metastasis of laryngeal cancer and parotid gland cancer.

This disease is mostly due to the loss of spleen, the dampness of the water stops, and the accumulation of phlegm; Liver loss is caused by depression and fire, which is more common in men around 40 years old.

Initial stage: a lump in the front and back of the neck or ears, shaped like a chestnut, with deep parietal processes, and no obvious discomfort in the whole body.

Medium-stage: The lump gradually enlarges, slightly painful, the complexion is purple and dark, the lump is hard like a stone, the surface is uneven, accompanied by emaciation, fatigue and weakness.

Late stage: the lump ulcerates but is hard, the pain is intense, the heart is induced, accompanied by restless nights, the complexion is unpretentious, the body is extremely emaciated, and finally exhausts......

Loss of glory is one of the four terminal diseases of ancient Chinese medicine and surgery.

Malignancy...... Cancer...... Incurable disease......

Liu Hong's eyes gradually turned red, his mouth muttered, he weakly put the phone aside and lay down on the chair.

If it was an ordinary illness, he could still think of a way, the medicines in the ring were all from the school infirmary, and it was okay to treat a minor illness, but he also felt powerless for a malignant tumor like this.

Even in later generations, radiotherapy is only an option to prolong the life of the patient.

"Master, what happened can you tell Cher?" Yang Xue entered the room and saw Liu Hong lying on the chair in a decadent manner, and asked softly.

Yang Xue approached to help Liu Honggradually massage her head to relax, she was very sad, because in the past year, she had never seen her husband so depressed.

"Sorry for my husband! Sad! Liu Hong gradually pulled Yang Xue into the chair, and suddenly couldn't hold back anymore, and actually cried in front of Yang Xue.

The uncle who has never really enjoyed half his life, the uncle who connived at him to skip work and be lazy without reproaching, and the uncle who is accused and abused by the ministers that only he loves and cares for himself......

In this world, why don't good people live long!

"It's going to be okay sir, everything is going to be fine." Yang Xue gently patted her husband's back.

His husband wears many hats, and they are all important responsibilities of the country, he must have encountered a big problem that is irresistible, but since Liu Hong gradually does not want to say it, as a concubine, she naturally will not ask more.

Even if she really wants to share it for her husband.

After a while, Liu Hong's mood slowly calmed down.

Maybe he was too pessimistic, at least isn't Uncle Chongzhen doing well now?

The uncle himself must have known about his illness, but he still smiled at the court, and still worked diligently for state affairs.

And he was depressed in this way.

Yes, if a person knows what he is living for, he can endure any kind of life, even sickness and suffering.

I should help him! Liu Hong suddenly struggled out of the pain and opened his eyes.

"Xue'er, prepare a horse for Benhou, Benhou is going to see the emperor!"

……

In the Qianqing Palace, Chongzhen has just completed the recital.

"Hooray, it's time to take medicine." Li Yunkui said softly with a whisk in his hand, followed by a small yellow door holding a jade plate, on which a bowl of black decoction was served.

Chongzhen didn't say anything, took the decoction and drank it all, as if he didn't notice the bitterness of the decoction.

"Your Majesty! Emperor! The minister has something, the minister is in! Liu Hong gradually felt anxious in his heart, where could he wait for someone to pass it on, shouted twice at the door of the hall, and then opened the curtain to come in regardless of the obstruction.

"An Guohou! How dare you be so rude! Li Yunkui himself is the maker and supervisor of the rules in the palace, and he is naturally very angry about An Guohou's behavior.

"You erection, how can you go and come back, is there anything wrong?" Chongzhen didn't get angry, but waved his hand to shut up Li Yunkui.

"You go out, Benhou has something important to do with the emperor." Liu Hong gradually looked at this black-faced guy and felt uncomfortable.

Although Li Yunkui was angry in his heart, he was helpless against Liu Hong, he looked at his master, and Chongzhen only nodded slightly.

As the master of ceremonies and the supervisor of the East Detective Factory, even if the prince is here, dare to treat him like this?

Li Yunkui's face was gloomy, and he glared at Liu Hongji, so he had to endure it for the time being.

"Your Majesty, do you have any wishes?" Liu Hong gradually walked to Chongzhen's side and asked softly.

Well? Chongzhen didn't know what to do, and glanced at his prospective son-in-law suspiciously, and found that Liu Hongjian not only said it very solemnly, but even his expression was extremely serious.

"Hehe, what kind of fame are you doing?" Chongzhen picked up the tea bowl and rinsed his mouth.

"Your Majesty, what do you say, the minister will definitely help the emperor do it." Liu Hong gradually refused to give up.

Chongzhen put down the tea bowl and got up and walked to the east wall of the hall.

There has been a pair of calligraphy and paintings hanging on the east wall since the Chenghua period, but it has already been replaced by a map of the Ming Dynasty in the Chongzhen Dynasty.

On this map, the border passes of the nine towns are full of beacon fires, symbolizing the rampant nature of the northern captives.

And within the border passes, from northern Shaanxi to Sichuan and Shu, they were also marked with red vermilion pens, and then to the southeast......

"I am the son of tomorrow, I have no wishes in my life, I only wish to be peaceful and peaceful, and the people are safe." Chongzhen turned his back to Liu Hongjian and said leisurely.

The voice sounded relaxed, but it was a little weak, and Chongzhen sighed softly after speaking.

Yes, it's just eight words, for these eight words, he spent eighteen years, all kinds of hardships, only he knows.

"Your Majesty, the ministers will go all out!" Liu Hong gradually cut the road to the ground.