"How sure are you?" Zhu Yan asked.
Yuan Qiu sighed and shook his head: "Five points!" If there were advanced medical equipment, it would not be difficult for her to cultivate streptomycin, but now that she is in ancient times, there are too many things missing, and she is not very sure.
Traditional Chinese medicine also has prescriptions for treating plague, which are recorded in my grandpa’s medical classics. The medicines required are all ordinary things and are not uncommon. However, Chinese medicine’s prescriptions are not as effective as Western medicine and are not as effective as Western medicine. They are also different for different people. It was effective for some people, but not for some, so she simply abandoned the Chinese medicine prescription and directly prepared to cultivate streptomycin.
She thought for a while, then wrote down a prescription, and noted some precautions to be taken when coming into contact with patients to avoid being infected.
"What is this?" Zhu Yan asked as he took the prescription from Yuan Qiu and looked at the elegant handwriting on it.
"This is a medicine that can prevent infection. If you send it to Chen Zhi County, order people to brew it in large quantities and distribute it for free, you can reduce the chance of infection."
As soon as Zhu Yan left with the prescription in her hand, she wrote another one with the same prescription and gave it to Xing Fang, asking her to arrange for someone to cook the medicine and have everyone in the house drink a large bowl to prepare for early prevention.
This time they returned to Xipo Village from the capital. They brought not many people with them. Most of them were guards. They had first-class martial arts, but their living ability was not strong. They could make do with decoction. After all, they were not very skilled. , but they don’t know the slightest bit about the technical work of building a greenhouse.
Zhu Yan was thinking about whether to send someone to Xiaoyuan Town to hire craftsmen, but Yuan Qiu only went out once and brought back a dozen house builders.
Also led by Zhao Si, he led a group of people to find an open space in Xia Mansion and started working. For them, it was not difficult to build such a house. They had enough manpower, and the work did not stop at night. He picked up the torch and continued working, finishing the work at noon the next day, according to the drawings drawn by Yuan Qiu, and it was exactly the same.
Smokeless charcoal was placed between the walls and in the space reserved under the floor. The small house quickly became hot. Yuan Qiu ordered someone to watch the fire so that charcoal could be added at any time to keep the temperature in the house constant. .
Xing Ying, who went to Xiaoyuan Town to buy the necessary supplies, also returned to Xipo Village and moved all the things Yuanqiu needed into the greenhouse.
Xing Ying knew that Xia Yuanqiu knew the art of refining medicine, and could even be said to be very proficient in it, but he didn't understand why Xia Yuanqiu wanted so many bottles and jars of things this time. These things could really save the lives of thousands of victims? Can the plague that is about to break out really be suppressed
Five years ago, King Jing was the commander-in-chief of the army, and he, Xing Ying, was the deputy general. He stayed with King Jing and experienced the terrible plague personally. He thought that the country was about to be destroyed and people were about to die, so helpless. He has never forgotten the feeling of hopelessness and helplessness.
Unexpectedly, he would have to experience such suffering again in his lifetime. Can he escape with luck this time
The night is as cool as water, and the nights in the mountains are always much cooler than the nights outside the mountains.
Zhu Yan stayed outside the greenhouse, refusing to leave except for three urgent needs. Even eating, he would join in outside the greenhouse. He would knock on the door twice from time to time and only when he heard Yuan Qiu's voice in response could he feel relieved.
No matter how many people are going to die in the world, no matter how difficult tomorrow's predicament is, he can let it go, but nothing will happen to Yuan Qiu.
Xing Fang stood by the pond, looking up at the crescent moon in the sky with a sad look on her face.