As soon as Lin Yue opened his eyes, he became the most inconspicuous little medicine boy in the Qin Dynasty palace.
What's even more terrible is that in front of him lies the critically ill First Emperor. All the imperial doctors in the palace are kneeling on the ground, and no one can save him.
Lin Yue looked at the only penicillin left in the system space, his heart skipped a beat, and he gave Ying Zheng a shot.
As a result, Qin Shihuang recovered from his fever on the spot, was able to stay in the hotel the next day, and began to approve memorials on the third day.
The civil and military forces of the entire dynasty were stunned.
The imperial doctors were numb on their knees.
The way Ying Zheng looked at Lin Yue became more and more uncomfortable.
I want to live forever.
Lin Yue's scalp felt numb.
Because the ultimate mission given by the system is not to assist the Qin Dynasty, not to become a marquis and worship the prime minister, but to escape from Xianyang.
But outside the palace gate, there is a wave of black armor, and murderous intent is everywhere in Zhangtai Palace.
Lin Yue could only offer improved medicine, soap, spirits, paper, gunpowder and other novelties to stabilize the First Emperor, while secretly planning to escape.
The more Ying Zheng trusted, the more Lin became afraid.
The stronger the Qin Dynasty becomes, the more Xianyang becomes like an iron cage.
Until that night, sulfur, saltpeter, and charcoal were quietly pushed onto the high platform.
Lin Yue looked at the majestic palace, smiling uglier than crying.
Your Majesty, you want to live forever.
But I just want to go home.
