Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

A Sheng was like a piece of wood, sitting in front of a corpse. Next to him was Tian Ma, the principal of Weihai, who was crying silently.

"Even the grandmother of the Zhuang family left me." She sighed, as if she had returned to the dusty room of her grandfather, "It's my fault, I didn't deal with Taipingdao in time. matter..."

"It has nothing to do with the master. Mother, she will never blame you before or after her death." Tian Ma sniffed, "...I will send someone to Nandao to inform my brother and move back. Luo Yang and his father were buried together."

From this, it can be seen that Tianma is a simple academic house. If it were replaced by the violent temper of Twenty-seven and Zhao Qi, he would definitely say something like "It is incompatible with the Taiping Taoism".

"Ama, I'm afraid I can't avenge you for the time being, you won't blame me?"

"Master..." Tian Ma bowed his head, "Master wants to come with his own plans."

Thank you. If the people ask the reason, they will say it directly. The medical resources are limited, the ignorant follow the Way of Peace, and the wise enter our court.”

She now has a population of 100,000, occupying Weihai, Nandao, Shendao, and Kaohsiung of Liudao. More than 30 large ships and more than 40 medium-sized ships travel around, transporting weapons, food and medicine. She really does not lack labor, she lacks elites.

People who can be easily incited by religion, don't want it. The world will be in chaos, and there will not be enough time to reverse everyone's thinking.

The last sentence left by Mrs. Zang is to request cremation.

She was a poor man with no bathing habit at first. When Ah Sheng got older, she began to read, but in the end she didn't learn much new culture. All she relies on is her unconditional trust in Ah Sheng and hard work.

"I'm not afraid to... cremate... let them see... be lost."

It is not that there is no fear, nor that he has completely abandoned the gods, but that there is such a breath in his chest.

The body wrapped in linen was sent into the crematorium, the door of the furnace was closed, and even the red flame was sealed inside. Black ashes rose from the chimney and drifted away endlessly.

"Very aggrieved?" Qin Liu did not know when it appeared again and said behind her ear.

"It's easy to solve Tang Zhou, a crossbow arrow. But..."

"But?"

"Fighting them head-on is too conspicuous. The best way is to speak with results." This pandemic is different from the past, it is a respiratory infection caused by some kind of bacteria. Ah Sheng's space water has been used for corn and rubber in recent years, so he doesn't have a microscope in his hand. But judging from the two cases in the previous test, penicillin is effective against the pathogen of this pandemic.

Fifteen years have passed, and the technology of culture and purification has been improving, and finally the conditions for preparing penicillin for injection are available. Although there will be a certain percentage of allergies due to purity restrictions, it is always necessary to take this step.

So, on the second day Taishi Lang moved into the quarantine workshop, he received a one-page registration form.

Voluntary Application Form for Potent Drugs

Most of the people in the T-shaped room were illiterate, so Taishi Lang was asked to explain the above text to them.

"Everyone knows that the epidemic is ruthless. Judging from the current situation of this epidemic, the number of dead people has reached 30%. It has been tested on three death row inmates, and one is dead and two live. Now we are recruiting the first batch of patients who voluntarily accept the strong medicine. Once the medicine is given, they are at their own risk. In addition, each person can get a string of copper coins for settlement expenses..."

Before he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the room.

"Zhang Xiyi, what do you think is the chance of this potion to survive?"

Zhang Xiyi is a respectful young man, and bowed: "It's only been tested on three people, it's really hard to say."

One of three died, and the survival rate was 66%, which was lower than the probability of not taking medicine. Everyone backed away.

Zhang Xiyi bowed again: "Everyone is a minor disease, if you seek medical treatment in time, you will have a great chance to recover if you drink the medicinal soup. This is a life-threatening test, mainly for Jiazi and B. The patient has an opportunity."

It has nothing to do with me, the patients with the T-shaped size went back to their bunks and lay down.

Only Taishi Lang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: "I don't ask for a string of copper coins. If I accept the strong medicine, can I ask the Lord's family to protect my wife and children?"

These words make people puzzling. Although Taishi Lang still has a fever, he can still read documents. It is not serious. There is no need to take such a risk. Zhang Xiyi, a young man, could not handle the unplanned situation, so after a while, someone invited Taishi Lang to the dark room next door, with a curtain in the middle, and a man in full armor and wearing a mask on the opposite side asked him: "Lang Jun is a county official, and he is ill. It's getting better again, why do you say such words as if you were entrusting the funeral?"

"Sooner or later, Taiping Road will be chaotic. I met their so-called great teacher in Jizhou two years ago. It is unknown how to cure illness and save people, but it is a sure thing to gather refugees. It was suppressed. Your Majesty thought that they could appease the people, it was a good deed, did you not know that their ambitions were more than that."

The opposite side was silent for a while, and then said sullenly: "My family does it, and every major family does it."

"When the refugees belong to the big clan, they settle down to farm; when the refugees return to the Taiping Road, they continue to travel and preach. One pass ten, ten pass a hundred, is the speed of the Taiping Road spread, which is unprecedented."

"What are your plans?"

"The troubled times are approaching, and our little officials can only rely on a wise man. Ding's Medical Hall has been operating in Donglai for nearly ten years. The name Yuanbo is unshakable. And you and others are named Ding, and they pretend to be Hua, but according to my investigation, it is actually the family of Duke Cao of Dasi Nong, and you can rely on it in court and in opposition."

The curtain rises slowly.

The person opposite took off the mask, revealing a handsome and elegant face: "Lang Jun has such a vision, he will definitely not fall here."

A Sheng saluted Taishi Lang and put on his mask again. "It's better to hit the sun instead of choosing a day. Lang Jun's application form has been filed, so let's apply the medicine."

The two maids next to them put the table on the table, and a wooden medicine box was opened, revealing one of the syringes. White transparent plastic without a trace of impurities, with clear scales, it is an item obtained from space, use one less. The potion is just prepared and placed in the needle tube, and the skin test is done first after knocking it well. Twenty minutes later, seeing that there is no allergy, I injected it into the buttock muscle.

situation. "Didn't you say it's medicine? It turned out to be acupuncture. He was not good at medicine, so he made a mistake when he told us."

By the way, the syringes and needles they use are made in South Island. As fear of cross-infection of hepatitis virus, the used medical equipment needs to be disinfected, which is already very good.

In the first batch of fifty volunteers, five had allergic reactions, one died of serious illness, and the rest recovered. After the results were posted, more than a dozen seriously ill patients requested new drugs. Ah Sheng halved the concentration of penicillin, and all seventeen survived this time.

No resistance to penicillin, Gram-positive bacteria of this era are so pleasing.

As time goes by, more than 90% of the people who escaped from the isolation workshop survived, which is like a miracle. Although the rumor that the so-called soul is scattered after death still has an audience, but after the nephew of the county governor and the favorite concubine of the Marquis of Changyang also went to Ding's medical hall, they did not dare to come to the door to make trouble.

However, the hospital will no longer visit the clinic, but it has become an unchangeable rule.

In August, this news also reached Luoyang Cao Cao's ears.

"Have you heard? In this epidemic, Donglai, Qingzhou was the least affected. I heard that there is a genius doctor Hua Tuo in the town, and he even opened a mountain to accept apprentices, only fifty people."

"Isn't a doctor a cheap career? When has it been sought after?"

"What do you know, a genius doctor, can you compare it with those quack doctors?" Cao Cao stepped forward to join the discussion among the students, "My family Wulang is a guest in Donglai, and he was not treated by the Chinese genius doctor. Take care less."

Cao Cao belongs to the kind of kid who is very good at school. Occasionally someone looked down on his background, and Cao Cao took out the suffocation of killing the enemy at the border, but no one dared to say anything about him in person.

Yuan Shao's henchmen admired him very much, and the former prefect Qiao Xuan praised him as "a natural leader, a minister of salvation, willing to entrust him with his heir", so Cao Cao is a big and not small figure .

Seeing Cao Cao interjecting, there are still some people who give face very much. "Cao Cao, you said that the disease was cured without death, but is it true?"

"No death is definitely an exaggeration. Even if it is a cold, there are many old and weak people who die. But according to my brother's letter, there is 80% of life."

"Oh." Everyone exclaimed, "If that's the case, why doesn't the court invite you?"

"The imperial court has gone." Cao Cao said proudly, standing in the middle of the classmates, "Hua Tuo escaped into the mountains and refused to serve. He only asked the servants to present three volumes of medical books. Your Majesty ordered the Secretary to transcribe three copies. , one is in the imperial palace, one is in the family of the imperial physician, and the other is in the Taixue library now."

What Cao Cao is most proud of is not that he is well informed, but that everyone does not know what he is proud of.

My son is the best even if he studies medicine.

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By the way, there is no record of Taishi Ci's father in history, Taishi Lang was fabricated by me.