"Their organs, bones, skin and even heads have suffered considerable damage. After my treatment and conditioning these days, the problems of the organs and heads have been resolved and will not get worse. But the bones and skin are too damaged.
Heavy, the weather is hot now, their bodies..."
Shi Minghua thought for a moment and said: "You are not a medical student and you are a male, so you are not allowed to see their wounds. In short, the situation is not good."
"I can continue to use mild herbal treatments, or I can choose to perform drastic operations on them and cut off their rotting flesh, but there will be an element of luck in it. If things get worse again, I can even save their lives.
, but it will also leave disabilities.”
Zhao Cheng carefully considered Shi Minghua's words, combined with his previous life knowledge, and asked: "Mr. Minghua means...that their wounds are infected?"
Shi Minghua was suddenly stunned for a moment, nodded, and said: "The young prime minister is really smart."
Zhao Cheng took a deep breath and understood the seriousness of the problem, but it was not Shi Minghua's fault. Even though she was known as a miracle doctor, the medical conditions in this world were like this.
Once infected by bacteria, it will be very troublesome.
Shi Minghua said that being able to save their lives was proof of her superb medical skills.
Seeing Zhao Cheng's serious expression, Shi Minghua said: "Young Prime Minister, don't be too anxious. I said it might get worse, but I have to tell you in advance."
"I understand, sir, you have done a good job."
"I didn't do well." Shi Minghua shook his head and said, "Looking at their pain, I feel more helpless."
"Alas..." Shi Minghua sighed and said as if talking to himself: "It would be great if there was a magic medicine that could prevent infection. Unfortunately, I have traveled to Dajing, Nanzhou and Houcang, and I have seen countless kinds of medicinal materials, but I still can't.
It couldn’t be developed.”
"When this matter is over, I have to go to the Western Regions to see..."
Hearing this, a thunderclap seemed to pass through Zhao Cheng's mind.
He blurted out: "I have a solution!"
Shi Minghua suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Cheng like a monster, and then couldn't help but burst into laughter.
I can't do anything about this kind of professional thing, what can you do?
"I can get this magic medicine!" Zhao Cheng said again.
Shi Minghua asked: "Really? Why have I never heard of it?"
"It takes time!" Zhao Cheng was completely immersed in his own thoughts and hurried out, saying: "Mr. Ming Hua, you should treat them in your own way and wait for me for a while!"
Seeing Zhao Cheng's leaving figure, Shi Minghua was stunned for a moment.
"Young Prime Minister, you must not understand. How can such a good thing exist in this world? Even if it does exist, I will definitely know about it."
Shi Minghua shook his head, sighed, and got into the ward again.
…
As soon as he got home, Zhao Cheng asked Zhao Wu to help him clear out a small room and told him not to let others get close. Then he asked Zhao Wu to buy a cart of oranges and pile them all in the room.
Dong Hua and Xia Qi Qiu Shu are both helping Mu Zhaojun with the wedding. Zhao Wu is now working as both a guard and a maid.
He didn't know what Zhao Cheng was going to do, and he didn't bother to ask. Anyway, it was normal to not be able to keep up with Zhao Cheng's thinking, so he could just wait and see the results.
After putting the oranges in the room, Zhao Cheng ignored them. Three days later, Zhao Cheng pushed the door in and saw that most of the oranges were moldy. He closed the door tightly but still ignored it.
Five days later, Zhao Cheng came in again and smiled with satisfaction.
"Ugh..." Zhao Wu was so irritated by the smell that he couldn't bear it and quickly covered his mouth.
Zhao Chengyun calmly took out a homemade mask from his trouser pocket, put it on, and squatted down to tinker with the tools Teng had brought.
Zhao Wu complained: "Master, you are not honest and don't prepare one for me."
"Just go and watch outside. Why don't you come in and join in the fun!"
"Then I'm out!" Zhao Wu got what he asked for, so he quickly went out and closed the door, thinking to himself that something was wrong with Zhao Cheng.
Are you excited about martial arts training?
People are tired of playing.
Have you started playing with oranges?
Or the kind that plays rotten and moldy!
"It's terrible..." He shook his head, not daring to think about it any further.
Zhao Cheng took out the prepared things and began to arrange them. First, he collected a large amount of penicillium on the oranges, cultured it in nutrient solution, filtered it, and stirred it with rapeseed oil. After that, he extracted the water, ground the charcoal into powder, and added the refined culture solution.
, allowing the charcoal to absorb the penicillin.
Time passed very quickly when he was concentrating, and Zhao Cheng completely entered the realm of me. Unexpectedly, Zhao Wu leaned against the door and slept all night, and it was already dawn.
However, he did not feel sleepy at all and continued with the next preparations.
Another five days have passed, and the Youxiang Mansion has been completely transformed inside and out. You can see red lanterns everywhere.
Zhao Cheng didn't realize it, he had been immersed in the production of penicillin these days.
For him, the original intention of making penicillin was to cure diseases, which was a passion. But after the enthusiasm subsided, he saw endless business opportunities, so he became even more enthusiastic!
After repeated experiments, Zhao Cheng knew that he was not far from success.
Feeling confident, he brought penicillin-absorbed charcoal and some tools to the hospital.
Shi Minghua is indeed a miracle doctor. He just glanced at Zhao Cheng and said, "Young Prime Minister, you haven't had any rest recently, okay?"
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. I'm here to show you something."
Zhao Cheng looked around and said, "Can I go to your bedroom?"
Shi Minghua was not a shy person, so he took Zhao Cheng in without much thought.
Sibling Park Youxi looked at each other, and Park Wudi said: "A Cheng won't even hook up with Mr. Ming Hua, right?"
In the bedroom painted by Shi Ming, Zhao Cheng spreads things out and arranges them.
"Mr. Ming Hua, I have a way to make the magic medicine you mentioned the other day."
"How is that possible?!" Shi Minghua shook his head violently, with a look of disbelief.
Even so, she still glanced at what Zhao Cheng brought, picked up the charcoal and smelled it, still shook her head and said: "You haven't had a good rest recently, are you busy with this?"
Zhao Cheng nodded.
"You're not a medical student, how can you make magic medicine?"
"I read it from a book."
"Which book?"
"I don't remember. There are countless books in the Prime Minister's Mansion. It's normal to have some unique copies that you haven't seen before."
Zhao Cheng said firmly: "Let's not talk about this. Let's just say that if I can make the magic medicine, how about you promise me something?"
Shi Minghua couldn't help but smile and said: "If a magic medicine that can achieve the effect I mentioned can be produced, it will be a great success for eternity. I am just a doctor, and I promise you a
What's the problem?"
"Why don't you ask?"
"I agree to anything!" Shi Minghua shook his head and said, "I don't believe you can do it."
"Just promise!" Zhao Cheng smiled and became more motivated.