Zhao Huan forced himself to remain calm. If Nangong Lian'er died, his own life would be meaningless. People are always like this. When Nangong Lian'er was by his side, Zhao Huan didn't feel anything. Only now did he understand what it meant to cherish her.
Zhao Huan began to vaguely understand that she wasn't truly bored and wanted to leave the palace. In fact, she couldn't bear to leave him and wanted to stay by his side. She had risked her life numerous times for this bastard emperor. Yet, he had been completely at peace with it, simply thinking she was beautiful and never truly caring about her inner feelings.
"Doctor Guo, tell me why her illness is so difficult to cure?"
The doctor knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I risk my life to tell you the truth. Besides the epidemic, Your Majesty also suffers from a heavy heart, a chest congestion, and even a sore throat. Add to that the fatigue of the journey, and I'm afraid you're going to die. I'll do my best!"
Zhao Huan waved his hands irritably: "Go down!"
"Your Majesty, would you like me to go to Bian Jing and invite Dr. Sai?" Linghu Yunlong asked.
Zhao Huan shook his head: "It's too late. Even if someone as skilled as Hua Tuo came all the way from Bian Jing, Your Majesty would be afraid..."
Zhao Huan secretly regretted not having studied medicine. A modern man came here and was useless. Apart from destroying the Jin Dynasty and building a few ships and cannons, he did not change the world at all.
"The heart knot is heavy and blocked in the chest, even causing sore throat." Zhao Huan murmured these words, and suddenly he remembered that the sore throat in traditional Chinese medicine is scarlet fever.
Scarlet fever is an acute infectious disease, and penicillin is the most effective. But how can this medicine be produced here?
Suddenly, an idea struck him. Grandpa Zhao Huan had studied Western medicine for a few years, albeit superficially, but he clearly remembered how he had used a traditional method to make penicillin as a child.
Although Zhao Huan was vague about the method of extracting penicillin, he should be able to remember it if he thought about it carefully. However, as to whether it was effective or not, he did not know.
Penicillin, made using a traditional method. It might sound far-fetched, but Grandpa Zhao Huan had indeed used this method to cure people. Zhao Huan had no idea if it would work.
"Linghu Yunlong, go find some moldy food, fruits or something like that." Zhao Huan ordered.
Linghu Yunlong was startled, wondering if the emperor had gone mad due to excessive grief. But since the emperor had ordered him to go, he dared not refuse, so he immediately bowed and agreed to go.
"Someone come!" Zhao Huan called out, and immediately a guard came over: "Your Majesty!"
Zhao Huan picked two people and said, "Xia Qing, Yang Wu, go find me some taro and corn!"
The two men bowed and accepted the order. Zhao Huan brought the remaining guards to the kitchen. The county government kitchen was fully equipped with tools.
"Go and call Doctor Guo!" Zhao Huan ordered again.
Soon the doctor came in carrying a medicine box on his back, knelt down and said, "Your Majesty!"
Zhao Huan glanced at the doctor. He only knew his last name was Guo, and he had forgotten his name even after asking. "Doctor Guo, do you have any grinding tools with you? For grinding herbs?"
That thing was called a grinding trough, a medicine grinder. Zhao Huan only knew the object but not its name. Doctor Guo then took out the medicine grinder and said, "Your Majesty, these are all my personal supplies."
Zhao Huan nodded. "Excellent! You guards, go find some clean charcoal. Doctor Guo, use this medicine grinder to grind the charcoal into powder. Then find me a piece of fine gauze!"
Everyone was confused and had no idea what the emperor was up to. Doctor Guo was even more surprised, as it was the first time he had seen charcoal used to treat an epidemic.
Some guards were secretly impressed. It seemed like there was nothing this emperor didn't know. He could even cure illnesses. Could he have learned this from Hua Tuo?
The two guards, Xia Qing and Yang Wu, brought a large basin of taro and corn, and Zhao Huan ordered them to make porridge. Then he asked Linghu Yunlong to find some moldy fruit and add the mold to the culture medium made from the taro and corn.
Doctor Guo also prescribed some internal medicine to treat the epidemic in Nangong Lian'er and Cao Dongsheng. Cao Dongsheng's condition improved day by day. Although Nangong Lian'er's symptoms were slightly milder, the rash on her body lingered.
Nine days later, Zhao Huan put the culture medium into a funnel to filter it, then added vegetable oil to the filtered culture medium, stirred it, and put it into a wooden barrel.
The barrel was then left to stand, and the oil and water separated. The oil was on the top, and the water was on the bottom. This water already contained penicillin.
Zhao Huan ordered his men to set up a large pot, light a fire, and collect the steam in a porcelain bowl as distilled water. He then placed the penicillin water in ground charcoal and used it as a filter medium.
Then pour in the acidic water made from vinegar, and then pour in the alkaline water made from burning wood ash. The solution after filtering the charcoal powder is filtered again using a thin bamboo tube with cotton stuffed on it.
Finally, Zhao Huan produced a large bowl of penicillin solution. As for whether this penicillin solution was effective and what its concentration was, that was unknown.
"Lian'er, I don't know whether this medicine is useful or not. Are you afraid?" Zhao Huan asked.
Nangong Lian'er shook her head: "Your Majesty, Lian'er is not afraid!"
She was not afraid, but Zhao Huan was. He trembled as he drew some penicillin with a syringe made of bamboo.
Sweat dripped down his forehead. These simple tools could be fatal. Especially since penicillin required a skin test. Otherwise, if you were allergic, even the gods couldn't save you. But now, he could only try his luck.
The most fatal thing is the syringe made of this pillar. You'd better not think about how thick the needle is. Anyway, Zhao Huan was terrified when he saw it. One injection would definitely kill someone.
Ancient people couldn't make needles, but fortunately, there was a plant called the thorn tree. Zhao Huan had his men go to great lengths to obtain it. They used a silver needle to hollow out the thorns of the thorn tree to use as needles, and then used sheep intestine to cover the needle and bamboo tube.
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