Meu consultório médico conecta aos tempos antigos, e Zhu Yuanzhang vem buscar tratamento

The fifteenth year of the Hongwu reign in the Ming dynasty, in the vibrant month of May.

In the imperial capital of Yingtian Prefecture, outside the grand and resplendent Eastern Palace—residence of the Crown Prince—dozens of palace maids, eunuchs, and four imperial physicians knelt on the ground, trembling in silence, not daring to raise their heads.

The founding Emperor of the Ming, Zhu Yuanzhang, clad in a crimson dragon robe, paced back and forth in fury. He, the supreme ruler of the empire, was actually barred from entering the hall.

“Father, Xiongying has contracted smallpox, a highly contagious disease. Mother, not wanting the palace maids and physicians to be infected, is caring for Xiongying alone. I beseech you, for the sake of your imperial health, do not enter the hall,” said Crown Prince Zhu Biao, standing at the entrance with arms outstretched, gently blocking his father’s way.

“For the sake of Your Majesty’s health, please do not enter the hall,” everyone echoed in unison, still kneeling.

“No one is to follow me. Remain here, all of you. If anything should happen to my eldest grandson, you will all accompany him in death,” Zhu Yuanzhang declared, angrily sweeping his sleeve as he departed.

The eunuchs and maids who usually attended him were so terrified they dared not move, their heads bowed low to the ground. Zhu Yuanzhang was known for his ruthless decisiveness; just two years prior, during the case of Prime Minister Hu Weiyong, he had beheaded thirty thousand people, shocking the entire court.

Frustrated and alo