The memorial to impeach Li Chengqian was suppressed by Li Lao Er. After all, the emperor still wanted to believe his son. Even if he didn't believe it, Empress Changsun's pillow style would make him choose to believe it.

Li Chengqian also knew that it was not the time to be willful. The night before, he just briefly told Wei Zheng about his plans, and the next day he brought people to the military farming place at Liusu outside the city again.

At this time, the noses of those oxen-ranked oxen were all penetrated by a small hole, and because it took a day to delay in the middle, most of the oxen wounds had mild infection symptoms.

Without further ado, Li Chengqian arranged for people to clean the wounds of the cow with the wine they brought.

A pot of wine was distributed even better than Sanlejiu. Even the people of the sixth level were mostly from the direct descendants or side branches of the powerful families in Chang'an, and they were all drooling when they smelled the aroma of the wine.

This is a top-quality wine. Compared with Sanleju produced in the Western Regions, it is simply not even a big deal.

"Oh, what a pity, such a good wine."

"Who said no, such a good wine can be sold for at least a thousand pieces of wine when you take it outside."

"It's really a waste of money. Such a good wine was used to give Niu Qing a wound. I don't know what our highness thinks."

"Hey, why don't we drink some first? Anyway, these cows don't use so much wine."

After getting the wine, a group of big-headed soldiers washed the wounds of the cow while chatting about how to drink some secretly. If Li Chengqian hadn't been staring at him, the wine would probably have nothing to do with the cow.

Liu Renshi shook his head when he saw it. Although he had already taken two jars from General Tience's mansion when he returned home yesterday, he still felt a little unacceptable to Li Chengqian's behavior.

"What a pity, such a good wine was used to wash the wound. Gao Ming, what did you think?"

Li Chengqian glared at him: "What do you think? I'm disinfecting the wounds of cows. Otherwise, at least half of these cows will die after they get inflamed. Do you understand?"

Liu Renshi said indifferently: "What's the point of disinfection? Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. Some time ago, when fighting against the Turks, many brothers were injured. In the end, they survived. What can anyone be afraid of?"

"I'm too lazy to tell you."

Speaking of the battle with the Turks by the Wei River some time ago, Li Chengqian felt disgusted and afraid, and then a hint of guilt rose in his heart. Alcohol (high wine) should have been made earlier. If there was alcohol at the beginning, those wounded soldiers would have died at least half of them.

Just as Li Chengqian was sad for the wounded people who died in the Battle of Weishui, a middle-aged Taoist priest walked down the dirt road beside the field and bowed to him and said, "Young Master, can this... wine really prevent wound infection?"

Seeing that the Taoist priest had a very good eyes, Liu Renshi rolled his eyes: "Who are you? Who asked you to come here."

The Taoist priest was calm and turned around to look at Liu Renshi: "Oh, I'm Sun Simiao."

Sun Simiao?

Li Chengqian raised his head.

In this life, people have seen too many people, and Sun Simiao is no longer a great person.

However, out of respect for the medical predecessors, Li Chengqian still bowed: "It turned out that it was Dr. Sun who was in front of him. He didn't know Mount Tai. I hope he wouldn't blame him."

At this time, Sun Simiao was still a barefoot doctor. Although he was a little famous, he was still a little far from the miracle doctor. After Li Chengqian said this, he seemed a little embarrassed: "A mere name is not worth mentioning, and the young master is so serious."

"Doctor Sun, you don't have to be polite. Your "Qianjin Fang" is hailed as the medical sacred text. It is not an exaggeration to call you a miracle doctor."

Li Chengqian had something in his mind, but he didn't think too much and said casually.

Then... Sun Simiao was stunned.

"Ah? What, what "Qianjin Fang"?"

"It's the "Emergency Preparation for a Thousand Gold"..." Li Chengqian was halfway through his words, suddenly woke up, and came to his senses and said, "Uh, haven't you started writing yet?"

"I don't know what the young master said. I am just a wandering doctor. Although I have a little reputation in the world, I still don't have the idea of ​​writing books."

Sun Simiao shook his head, feeling that he was either crazy or the young man in front of him was crazy.

What is "Emergency Preparation for a Thousand Gold" and what medical sacred texts have to do with yourself?

However, Liu Ren was a little unhappy when he heard it, and shouted loudly: "Hey, I said, why are you so boring? Isn't it just for you to write a book? You just want to write it. At worst, let me, my brother, turn back and take a look for you."

Sun Simiao was shocked and looked at Li Chengqian in surprise: "Oh? Is it true that the young master is also a medical practitioner?"

"This is really interesting. My brother can even cure malaria. Do you think it is understandable to the medical system?"

The incident of Yun Xi getting malaria was cured by Li Chengqian had long been spread in the capital. Seeing that Sun Simiao looked disbelief, Liu Renshi shook the matter out directly.

Now the descendant Simiao was not calm, his eyes widened, and his beard under his jaw trembled: "This, do you mean it seriously? Can this young master really cure malaria?"

"No one thinks you are a dumb." Li Chengqian glared at Liu Renshi awkwardly, turned to Sun Simiao and said, "Doctor Sun doesn't have to listen to his nonsense. I just saw from an ancient book that the Artemisia annua recorded in the prescription for treating malaria is actually stinky artemisia. Then he gave a suggestion to the doctor, which was not as powerful as he said."

Although Li Chengqian was trying hard to deny it, Sun Simiao was not a fool. Not to mention the previous medical sacred texts and the "Qianjin Prescription" that he would just treat malaria. There are so many doctors in the world, why didn't others find such records in ancient books?

What's more, Li Chengqian just said that using alcohol can disinfect it and avoid wound infection, which shows that he has extremely high attainments in medicine.

"Young Master is too humble. I have been practicing medicine for decades. Only one of you can cure malaria."

Uncle, this is still unclear.

Seeing that Sun Simiao was so crazy that he was about to discuss with him how to treat malaria, Li Chengqian quickly changed the topic and said, "Well, didn't the miracle doctor just want to know why alcohol can prevent wound inflammation? In fact, the reason here is very simple, that is, alcohol contains an ingredient called alcohol. As long as the alcohol is extracted and sprinkled on the wound, the bacteria in the wound can be killed. If the bacteria in the wound die, they will naturally not get inflamed again."

Alcohol? Bacteria?

I have such profound knowledge. I have been practicing medicine for decades, but I have never heard of it.

Sun Simiao stared at Li Chengqian blankly for a while: "I heard what the young master said, it seems that I even know the cause of the trauma and inflammation! If it weren't for the young general's reminder, I almost missed a medical expert. I am ashamed, ashamed!"

“???”

Li Chengqian: “…”

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ps: This is the case today, and start tomorrow at 8,000 a day.
Chapter completed!