Zhu Yuanzhang felt that the days flew by when he was absorbed in woodworking. In the blink of an eye, another ten days had passed.
That day, Zhu Biao came looking for him with a delighted expression and handed him a letter from Mu Ying.
The letter should actually have been delivered directly to Zhu Yuanzhang, but ever since the chat group had closed last time, he had spent most of his time doing carpentry in the workshop. Affairs of state could not go unattended, so naturally, they had fallen to Zhu Biao.
"Father, the letter says that Imperial Physician Xiao and Physician Xia operated on the Duke of Wei together, removing the carbuncle on his back. They also used other medicines alongside allicin to prevent further sores from forming in the wound. The Duke of Wei's life is essentially out of danger now."
Zhu Yuanzhang read Mu Ying's letter, and after hearing Zhu Biao out, he smiled. "Good! Saving Deng Yu's life is no small achievement. Xiao Jiuxian, Xia Quan, and the others deserve handsome rewards!"
At this point, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly remembered something.
In the original course of history, he certainly had not established the Medical Academy, nor would he have summoned so many renowned physicians to the capital. Then what had he done upon hearing that Deng Yu had fallen gravely ill while returning to the capital with his army?
Had Deng Yu simply died of his illness in the original history?
Then he thought of Zhu Xiongying, Empress Ma, and Zhu Biao, who had likewise died of illness in the original history. In a short span of time, his powerful will completely suppressed his woodworking obsession.
"Xiongying, my dear, Biao'er-if Zhang Jiao's and Deng Yu's fates can be changed, I can change yours too!"
Then he