Wang Yang, who received the news, rushed to the room where Fruit Tree was in the first place, with a very serious expression...

As soon as I entered the room, I saw the fruit trees lying on the bed.

His chest was open, and his chest was eroded, emitting a faint stench, and abscesses were everywhere, the wounds did not heal, and blood was oozing from time to time.

Many people gathered outside. This time, they were not stopped, but instead wore masks and took turns to see the dying boy, which was considered as a way to pay tribute to the remains.

But this pale face is no different from a dead person, and it is even worse than a dead person. When a person dies, he will be cleaned and put on new clothes.

The fruit tree is just open with its chest, and the ulcerated area is unstoppable, which is not conducive to today's dinner and is very disgusting.

At the head of the bed were his "workers" who had no time to get familiar with him, and they wrote encouragement words to him: "Don't worry, I have chosen a Feng Shui treasure land for you..."

The fruit tree was very moved. It is worthy of being a person from the same country. This intention is really touching, and he is so moved that he doesn't want to appreciate it.

In the eyes of everyone, the fruit tree was terminally ill and had no help. They had never learned the lies of kindness, so they said what they said in their hearts.

Wang Yang glanced at the wound of the fruit tree, looked at the flesh full of festering, swallowed, and turned to an official behind and said, "Go and notify Xiaohong and ask her to change the barbecue meal tonight,

Make some green vegetables and fruit salad.”

Turning back, Wang Yang walked to the fruit tree, took out the paper and pen, and wrote: "How is it, how do you feel?"

The fruit tree picked up the pen and replied: "It's almost dead."

"Nonsense! I'm asking if you still have difficulty breathing?"

"I don't know if it's not sick. I don't care." Guoshu said sadly: "After all, I can't get through it."

"Yes! After all, the infection worsened." Wang Yang pursed his lips and saw someone talking about something. He couldn't help but walk over to look.

"Are you discussing where to bury?" Wang Yang frowned.

"Yes, he can't hold on for a few days. He may die in about a week. We have to think about where to bury and then dig a hole." One person replied.

It can be seen that everyone has no confidence in this, and Wang Yang is not strong, but he has not given up yet.

"Don't be so anxious, I have a way to save him!"

"There is still a way?"

"Can you really save it?"

Everyone uses different words and sentences, but their ideas are consistent. Can this save you?

"Of course he can save it. But he may not be able to survive. Although his wound is seriously infected, it has not caused any other symptoms, so it is possible to save it!"

Wang Yang looked at the fruit tree: "Now I have a way to save you, it's the same life-threatening death. Think about it yourself, is it better to die quickly or to treat it again, and it may be possible to have arisen. But it is more likely that various diseases will break out at the same time,

At that time, you will not only have a little pain in your chest, but your life is worse than death.”

"What? There is a way!" With a swish, the fruit tree sat up, his eyes shining. He grabbed Wang Yang's arm and his body shook.

"Young man. You are still seriously ill now! Pay attention to your image!" Wang Yang glared at him and glanced at the several abscesses that he had broken.

"And. Pay attention to your abscess, and it will not cure you if it splashes on me."

"Oh oh!" Fruit tree nodded and immediately lay down straight, returning to its previous lifeless appearance.

"Go and get those scientists and ask them to bring those medicines."

The news immediately spread and everyone was excited. If all this was saved, then will all infected people and those who use maggots ineffectively?

This is not only related to the life safety of fruit trees, but also to eliminate their future safety hazards, especially those 1,000 people who are about to be sent out. They will face the wilderness and be injured.

If there is a rescue, it will be great news for them.

Naturally, they completely forgot what Wang Yang said about "nine or one life".

"What do you think is the solution?"

"I doubt that alcohol was made. I heard that alcohol can kill viruses. Do you see if Wang Yang cut off all the infected meat and sprinkle it with alcohol?"

"Yeah, it's possible!"

Everyone kept talking and guessing.

Not long after, the scientists came, and they only held a jar. Obviously they knew what Wang Yang was going to do.

Everyone looked curious and didn't know what medicine was inside.

However, they did not have the courage to open it up directly. These scientists are fourth-rank officials. Although they have the least official spirit and do not command others, the name is worthy of everyone's respect when they are hung there.

"Come here?"

After coming in, Wang Yang glanced at the jar and asked.

"I've brought it, but the research has not made any progress." Several scientists looked self-blame.

"No need to do this, it's not your problem. Just apply medicine to him like this." Wang Yang pointed to the fruit tree, and the scientists stood around the fruit tree and opened the jar.

Everyone in the room looked inside the jar, and the people outside the door tried their best to raise their toes, wanting to see what magic pill was.

It is not a elixir or a magic medicine, but hair, blue and white hair, and various kinds of hair.

"What is this? What animal's hair?"

"Is the ferret's hair? Or the white rabbit's hair? What's the blue one?"

Everyone was puzzled,

That's right, this is the penicillium cut from moldy bread and the white mold on the porridge.

Both molds contain penicillin, which is an absolute antibiotic, but as mentioned before, the larger part is other bacteria, and some bacteria are fatal.

Even if other bacteria are not fatal, they will also cause other diseases. As long as they become sick, there is no difference between them and fatal.

As long as you use this mold, you either survive or die. As for the ulcerated wound, it can definitely be cured. Even if you die in the end, it will no longer be caused by wound infection.

The reason why I didn't use it before was because it was not yet so there was room for relief. I used more gentle means to treat it. At this point, there was no way to keep it.

"Print it on him." Wang Yang nodded.

Several scientists grabbed a handful of fine hairs and spread them flat on the wounds of the fruit tree with chopsticks. The smooth touch made the fruit tree a little itchy.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed color.

"Woooooooooooo!" He screamed wildly, hysterically and incredibly painful. The wound in the chest was like countless mice biting it, and the pain was unbearable.

With a swish, his face was covered with cold sweat, and then it spread rapidly throughout his body, constantly twitching, and his hands were clasped into claws and placed above his chest, just trying to get rid of the damn hair.

This feeling is no different from sprinkling salt on the wound. Everyone knows that penicillin is the most painful because it is too lethal and is destroying cells.

Everyone was shocked when they saw his ferocity on his face. They could not imagine what those hairs were made of. It turned out to be such an effect. It was indeed worse than death.

Wang Yang just looked at it solemnly. After a while, the fruit tree completely lost its strength, and its limbs were swollen in a large shape. The bed under him was already wet.

"Look at him well, and the next day, look at his wound condition. If it doesn't improve, continue to use it. If it hasn't improved, use it outside and take it inside and eat it."

Wang Yang looked at the fruit tree: "If you want to survive, you have to pay a lot of money. I have said that once you use it, life is worse than death. Do you still want to live?"

The fruit tree nodded with difficulty but firmness.

After working hard for an afternoon, Wang Yang, who returned to the second floor, was a little tired. He rubbed his eyebrows and shouted: "Serve the food, serve the food!"

Xiaohong heard the scream and took a knife to Wang Yang.

"What are you doing?" Wang Yang was puzzled.

"Cook!" Xiaohong raised his hands.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yang was unhappy.

"I have been helping you cook for dozens of days in a row. It's your turn to cook."

Wang Yang suddenly realized, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Well..."

"Don't delay any more, I'll lie to me every time! Go and cook!"

...

The effects of those hairs were made public, and everyone finally understood the ingredients of the hair. There is something called penicillin in it, which is an excellent drug for bactericidal and anti-inflammatory and treatment of various diseases.

However, it is not pure at present. There are too many bacteria mixed in and there is no way to deal with it. As long as it is used, it will either be alive or die. It is not like maggots. Although failure will aggravate the infection, it will not die quickly.

The next day, Wang Yang came to take the pulse of the fruit tree and suddenly found that the fruit tree's face had improved a lot, and his wound seemed to have improved a lot.

"The effect is definitely there, but I don't know if other bacteria have caused other symptoms."

The fruit tree's spirit has improved a lot, and his face is not so blue. When he sees Wang Yang, he excitedly said: "That medicine works, give me three pounds!"

"puff!"

Wang Yang glared at him fiercely, suspected that his brain was burnt out, and touched his forehead, it was very hot! It probably was really burnt out.

Another day later, Wang Yang came to see him again. He recovered a little better. His forehead was not so hot, and it seemed to have returned to normal body temperature. There was a hint of blood on his face.

"How do you feel?" Wang Yang asked him.

The fruit tree quickly wrote on the skull: "I felt like I had turned into a pigeon, flew into the sky, and saw myself."

“…”

Wang Yang wiped a cold sweat and said angrily: "That's the soul that comes out of the shell! He's really sick!"

A few days later, the fruit tree was able to move down the ground, and scars appeared on the chest, and the wound was healing quickly.

Everyone who had visited him was amazed and thought the medicine was amazingly effective. The fruit tree also said to everyone: "The medicine is so good, I want to pack a few pounds!"

When everyone heard this, they jointly wrote a letter asking Wang Yang to post some "hair" every month.

Wang Yangcai didn't care about this matter and told them how to make it. He collected it himself if he wanted it.

After finally solving this matter, Wang Yang was a little lucky that the fruit tree was also very lucky and did not die like this.
Chapter completed!