It was already deep, but the lights in the lord's mansion of Edala were still brightly lit. Shaharu stared at the painful father on the hospital bed with blood red eyes. A group of doctors were surrounded by silent doctors. They had tried their best but still could not relieve Timur's condition. Even now Timur has completely fallen into a coma, and even his breathing has become weak.

"Do you... do you have any treatment?" Shahru glanced at the doctors in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and his voice also contained endless murderous aura. If his father died here, these doctors would definitely be the first to be buried with him.

The doctors also felt that the disaster was coming, but they were really helpless with Timur's illness. They had tried their best to do it before, but the other party's condition did not improve at all, so even if they were killed, they could not come up with a better treatment.

But at this moment, suddenly, a gray-haired old doctor stood up tremblingly and said, "I...I may have another way."

As soon as the old doctor said that, all the doctors looked at him, and endless hope burst out in their eyes. Shaharu was even more shocked and immediately asked: "What's the solution? Tell me quickly!"

"There is a medicine that is said to be extremely effective for malaria, but...it's just..." When the old doctor said this, he suddenly became hesitant and seemed to dare not continue.

"It's just something, please tell me quickly!" Shaharu slapped the table angrily and said angrily.

The old doctor was so scared that his whole body shivered, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "This medicine is said to be very effective, but I have never used it before, and it was given to Dashan by the Ming Ren Mission!"

"What? The Ming people sent it to his father?" Shaharu also widened his eyes when he heard this, with an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, the Ming people gave many gifts to Dahan before, including one thing called Jinjina tree bark. It is said that it comes from a distant overseas and is a special medicine for treating malaria. However, these are all the statements of the Ming people, so we don't know if it is really effective, and we dare not use it for Dahan." The old doctor said again at this time.

This old doctor was one of Timur's accompanying doctors, and he had no choice but to mention the cinchona bark given to Timur by the Ming people's delegation. This drug has not been verified by them, so of course he dare not use it for Timur.

Shaharu also showed a silent expression when he heard this. This time they fought east to attack the Ming Dynasty, but now his father is seriously ill and actually wants to take medicines sent by the Ming people, which makes him feel absurd.

But Shaharu soon made a decision and said, "The Ming people didn't know that we were going to fight in the east before, so they shouldn't give fake medicine to their father. You can get the medicine over and give it a try for him!"

"Yes!" The old doctor agreed and went to get the medicine in person. Although the Jinchona bark was a gift from the Ming Dynasty mission, it was also assigned to Timur's accompanying doctor. It was just that the time was too short and they did not come to verify the effect of the medicine.

In a short while, the bark of Jinjina was taken over. The number was not large. It was just barely filled with a small box with a few pieces of brown bark inside. It was not very thick. There were a lot of cracks on the bark, which looked very ordinary, as if it was peeled off from a dead tree.

"How do you use this thing?" Shaharu picked up a piece of bark and looked at it for a moment, then asked the old doctor again.

"Just grind it into powder and make it into a bowl." The old doctor replied again, which was also the explanation on the Ming people's delegation gift list.

"Okay, I'll give you my father a try!" Shaharu immediately ordered.

In fact, according to the safest method, Shaharu should find a few sick people and ask them to take the cinchona bark first to see the effect. However, Timur's condition is critical now and there is no time for others to test the medicine. Therefore, Shaharu also treats the death of his horse as a living person. Anyway, if he doesn't cure, he will die. It's better to take a gamble.

The old doctor also took the initiative to do so. For him, taking Temur's cinchona bark was also a big gamble. If he lost the bet, he would definitely be unable to escape death. It might be worse than the one he had died before, but there was no difference. But if he won the bet, he would become more developed. Not only would he receive heavy rewards, but even his children and grandchildren would benefit from it.

The bark was quickly ground into powder, then added water to make a bowl of soup. Timur, who was unconscious, was also helped up, but at this time he had lost consciousness and didn't know how to swallow, so the soup could not be fed.

Faced with this situation, Shaharu had no choice but to ask people to pry Timur's mouth open and then pour the medicine into it.

The next thing was the anxious waiting. All the doctors stretched their necks and observed any changes in Timur's body, especially the old doctor, who almost kept Timur's movement and did not dare to move.

Shaharu also waited patiently, but as time went by, his patience was also eroding little by little, especially as he watched his father lying motionless on the bed, showing no sign of improvement, which made him slowly press his hand on the hilt of his waist, and he could pull out his waist knife to cut the doctors on the spot at any time.

Time passed little by little, and finally it was the second half of the night. Shaharu's patience was finally wiped out. He stood up suddenly. When he was about to draw his sword to kill, he suddenly saw the old doctor who was guarding Timur's bed shouting in surprise: "It's gone! The fever of sweat has subsided!"

"What!" Shaharu was stunned at first when he heard this, then rushed forward in surprise and pushed away the doctor blocking the way, and quickly walked to Timur's bed.

"The fever of sweat has subsided! The fever of sweat has subsided!" The old doctor kept repeating this sentence at Shahru as if he was crazy about gaining and losing his heart.

Shaharu pushed him away, then reached out and placed his hand on his father's forehead, which surprised him to find that his father's forehead was indeed not as hot as before, and even his breathing seemed to be a little calmer.

"That's great, the medicine is really effective!" Shahalu shouted in surprise, then grabbed the ecstatic old doctor and ordered again, "This time you have made great contributions and continue to use medicine for your father. As long as you cure your father, I will protect the glory and wealth of your three generations!"

The old doctor woke up from ecstasy at this time and immediately responded. The other doctors behind him had different expressions. Some were glad that they didn't have to bury the khan, while others were upset. Why didn't they propose to use cinchona bark?
Chapter completed!