"Their organs, bones, flesh, and even heads suffered considerable damage. After my treatment and care over the past few days, the problems with their organs and heads have been resolved and will not worsen. However, the injuries to their bones and flesh are too severe, and with the hot weather now, their bodies..."

Shi Minghua thought for a moment and said, "You're not a medical student and you're a man, so I won't let you look at their wounds. In short, the situation isn't good."

“I can continue with gentle herbal treatments, or I can choose to perform drastic surgery to remove their rotting flesh, but there is an element of luck involved. If it worsens again, even if I can save their lives, they will be left with disabilities.”

Zhao Cheng carefully considered Shi Minghua's words, and combined them with his knowledge from his previous life, then asked doubtfully, "Mr. Minghua, do you mean... their wounds are infected?"

Shi Minghua paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Young Prime Minister is truly intelligent."

Zhao Cheng took a deep breath, realizing the seriousness of the problem, but she couldn't blame Shi Minghua. Even though she was hailed as a miracle doctor, the medical conditions in this world were just like that.

It can be very troublesome if you get infected with bacteria.

Shi Minghua said that the fact that she could save their lives was already proof of her superb medical skills.

Seeing Zhao Cheng's serious expression, Shi Minghua said, "Young Prime Minister, there's no need to be too anxious. I told you that it might get worse, but I had to tell you in advance."

“I understand, sir. You have done a very good job.”

“I didn’t do a good job.” Shi Minghua shook her head and said, “Seeing their pain, I felt more helpless than anything else.”

"Sigh..." Shi Minghua sighed, as if talking to himself, "If only there were a miraculous medicine that could prevent infection, but unfortunately I have traveled around Da Jing Nan Zhou Hou Cang and seen countless kinds of medicinal materials, but I still haven't been able to develop one."

"Once this matter is over, I need to go to the Western Regions to take a look..."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind.

He blurted out, "I have a solution!"

Shi Minghua suddenly turned around, looking at Zhao Cheng as if he were a monster, and then couldn't help but chuckle.

If I can't handle this kind of professional matter, what can you do?

“I can get my hands on this miracle drug!” Zhao Cheng said again.

Shi Minghua asked doubtfully, "Really? Why have I never heard of this before?"

"It will take time!" Zhao Cheng was completely absorbed in his own thoughts and hurriedly walked out, saying, "Mr. Minghua, please continue treating them in your own way and wait for me for a while!"

Shi Minghua stared blankly at Zhao Cheng's departing figure.

"Young Prime Minister must not have understood. How could there be such a good thing in this world? Even if there were, I would definitely know it."

Shi Minghua shook his head, sighed, and went back into the ward.

...

Upon returning home, Zhao Cheng immediately asked Zhao Wu to prepare a small room for him, instructing him not to let anyone near it. He then ordered Zhao Wu to buy a cartload of oranges, which he piled up in the room.

Dong Hua, Xia Qi, and Qiu Shu are all helping Mu Zhaojun with the wedding preparations, while Zhao Wu is now serving as both a guard and a maid.

He didn't know what Zhao Cheng was up to, and he was too lazy to ask. Anyway, it was normal for him not to be able to keep up with Zhao Cheng's thinking. He could just wait and see the result.

After putting the oranges in the room, Zhao Cheng ignored them. Three days later, he pushed open the door and saw that most of the oranges had gone moldy. He closed the door tightly and still didn't do anything about it.

Five days later, Zhao Cheng came in again and finally smiled with satisfaction.

"Ugh..." Zhao Wu couldn't stand the smell and quickly covered his mouth.

Zhao Cheng casually took out a homemade mask from his pocket, put it on, and squatted down to fiddle with the tools he had brought.

Zhao Wu complained, "Master, you're not being fair; you didn't prepare one for me."

"You just go outside and keep watch, why are you coming in here and getting involved!"

"Then I'll go out!" Zhao Wu was overjoyed and quickly went out to close the door, wondering what was wrong with Zhao Cheng this time.

Was he provoked by the fact that he was practicing martial arts?

People got tired of it.

Started playing Orange?

Still playing with the rotten and moldy kind!

"Terrible, terrifying..." He shook his head, not daring to think about it any further.

Zhao Cheng took out the prepared materials and began to set up. First, he collected a large amount of Penicillium mold from the oranges, cultured it in nutrient solution, filtered it, and stirred it with rapeseed oil. Afterward, he drained the water, ground the charcoal into powder, added it to the refined culture solution, and allowed the charcoal to absorb the penicillin.

Time flies when you're focused. Zhao Cheng was completely absorbed in his own world, unaware that Zhao Wu had been sleeping by the door all night and it was already dawn.

He didn't feel sleepy at all and continued with the preparations.

Five more days passed, and the Right Prime Minister's residence had been completely transformed inside and out after the renovations, with large red lanterns visible everywhere.

Zhao Cheng was completely unaware that he had been immersed in the production of penicillin these past few days.

For him, the initial motivation for making penicillin was to treat diseases, which was a passion. But after the passion faded, he saw endless business opportunities, so he became even more passionate!

After repeated experiments, Zhao Cheng knew that he was not far from success.

Having gained confidence, he brought the charcoal that had absorbed penicillin and some tools to the clinic.

Shi Minghua, as expected of a divine physician, merely glanced at Zhao Cheng and said, "Young Prime Minister, have you not been resting well lately?"

"Haha, it's not important, it's not important. I've come to show you something."

Zhao Cheng looked around and asked, "May I go to your bedroom?"

Shi Minghua was not one to mince words, and without much thought, he led Zhao Cheng inside.

Park Yoo-hee and her brother exchanged a glance, and Park Moo-di said, "Ah-cheng wouldn't be flirting with Mr. Minghua too, would she?"

In the bedroom painted by Shi Ming, Zhao Cheng laid out his belongings.

“Mr. Minghua, I have a way to make that kind of miraculous medicine you mentioned the other day.”

"How is that possible?!" Shi Minghua shook her head violently, her face full of disbelief.

Even so, she glanced at what Zhao Cheng had brought, picked up the charcoal and smelled it, then shook her head and said, "You haven't been resting well lately, have you been busy with this?"

Zhao Cheng nodded.

"You're not a medical student, how could you possibly make a miracle drug?"

"I learned it from a book."

Which book?

"I don't remember. The Right Prime Minister's residence has a vast collection of books, so it's normal that there are rare copies that you haven't seen before."

Zhao Cheng said confidently, "Let's not talk about that. How about if I can make the divine medicine, you'll grant me one request?"

Shi Minghua couldn't help but chuckle and said, "If a miraculous medicine that can achieve the effects I described could truly be made, it would be a monumental achievement that benefits generations to come. What difficulty is there for me, a mere physician, to grant you this request?"

Aren't you going to ask what's wrong?

"I'll agree to anything!" Shi Minghua shook her head and said, "I don't believe you can do it."

"I'm glad you agreed!" Zhao Cheng smiled, his enthusiasm growing even stronger.