Chapter 89 10%

Author: Pei Xuanhuang

Chapter 89 10%

After returning home, Zhu Yuan immediately went to Pu Zhongheng's residence in the outer courtyard, and Hua Gao followed him.

He waved his hand to signal to the two soldiers of Pu Zhongheng who were guarding the door not to be too polite, and ordered Zhao Xu and others to stay outside. Zhu Yuan and Hua Gao entered the door, and happened to see Dai Sanchun coming out of the back room, followed by his apprentice holding a silver needle box.

Thirty-seven.

Seeing the two of them, Dai Sanchun, who looked tired, shook his head subconsciously: "My lord, it's still not possible."

Hua Gao glanced at the back room that was blocked by the curtain, held Zhu Yuan's shoulders, leaned over and whispered, "You want to move to my place?"

Zhu Yuan shook his head: "I'm not taboo about this."

After hearing the commotion, the maid of the Pu family had already opened the door curtain from inside. Zhu Yuan and Hua Gao came to the back room. At first sight, they saw a shirtless man in his thirties who was not sure whether he was unconscious or sleeping on the bed. The right side of the man's waist and abdomen

A piece of thick gauze the size of a book was tied between them.

Beside the bed were Pu Zhongheng's wife Wang and their two sons, one about the same age as Zhu Yuan and the other about seven or eight years old.

There were also two maids, one of whom was washing the burqa at the copper basin in the corner of the room.

Mrs. Wang stood up and saluted Zhu Yuan and Hua Gao, her voice weak.

She hasn't slept for two days.

Zhu Yuan knew he couldn't persuade her, so he didn't persuade the woman to rest. He came to the bedside and sat down, and put his hand on Pu Zhongheng's forehead, but it was still hot. In just two or three days, a man who was originally very majestic suddenly became hot.

I lost a lot of weight.

Dai Sanchun followed, bent down and whispered to Zhu Yuan: "Xiaguan kept staring, it seemed to have some effect, but it didn't seem to have any effect. At the beginning of the day, Commander Pu woke up for a while, drank some sugar water, and soon fell asleep again.

, this high fever has never come down.”

Zhu Yuan listened silently, a little disappointed.

The last solution Zhu Yuan could think of was antibiotics.

This morning I was trying to search for past life memories. Zhu Yuan remembered watching a relevant popular science piece on TV when he was a child. Antibiotics were not discovered until hundreds of years ago. As early as BC, the ancient Egyptians used mold on bread to treat wounds externally.

Infection, which is obviously the use of antibiotics.

After discussing with Dai Sanchun and obtaining the consent of Pu Zhongheng's wife Wang, Zhu Yuan decided to give it a try.

Zhu Yuan also admitted to Wang that there were risks.

And it's big.

After all, Zhu Yuan didn't know what would happen if he directly touched the wound with Penicillium. However, the problem now is that there is really no other way. With Pu Zhongheng's infection status, the possibility of surviving it is very low.

After making up his mind, Zhu Yuan sent people to collect penicillium.

In this era, steamed buns generally have no chance of getting moldy, not to mention that rice is the staple food here in Mingzhou.

But that's not the problem.

Penicillium not only grows on steamed buns, but also on fruits and vegetables. As long as it becomes moldy, green hair will grow on everything. It is almost the Qingming Festival, and many people have put away dried vegetables and preserved fruits for the whole winter. As the weather gets warmer, it is also the time when mold is most likely to occur.

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Enough manpower was sent out, and all kinds of moldy things were quickly found. Several large vats were even brought to the camp sea ambassador's residence. They were full of green hair and came from a sauce workshop outside the east gate.

Zhu Yuan took matters into his own hands, and a group of people gathered them as carefully as picking tea on a spring day. Afterwards, Zhu Yuan thought about it again, and the other word he could think of was 'inactivation'. He didn't know if it was right, but the living Penicillium

It's a bit scary to apply it on people.

So someone took it to a pot and steamed it for two quarters of an hour before applying it externally to Pu Zhongheng's wound.

Now it seems that it is of little use.

Seeing Mrs. Wang taking the wet handkerchief handed over by the maid and starting to carefully wipe and cool down her husband, Zhu Yuan moved a little closer to the end of the bed, started thinking again, raised his hand to scratch his hair, and murmured to himself: "Antibiotics... inorganic Or is it organic? Inorganic substances are relatively heat-resistant. If it is organic... maybe it was steamed wrong and should not be put in the pot... Could it be a protein... that deteriorates when heated... just like a boiled egg chicken, um... …If the eggs are cooked, they will definitely not hatch out chicks…”

Everyone listened silently.

Of course he didn't understand what was organic and inorganic, but he also knew that Zhu Yuan was thinking of a way. Pu Zhongheng's eldest son Pu Ce, who was standing quietly beside his younger brother Pu Bi, unknowingly took a small step forward, with hope and pleading in his eyes.

Zhu Yuan muttered for a while and looked at Dai Sanchun: "How many more are there?"

Dai Sanchun said: "I have been collecting people, and there is a cup here..."

As he spoke, he took a white porcelain cup for making soup from the table beside the wall.

Zhu Yuan glanced at the porcelain cup and then motioned to Pu Zhongheng on the bed: "Is there really no other way?"

Dai Sanchun shook his head slightly, with a different meaning in his eyes.

Zhu Yuan understood Dai Sanchun's hint.

With his family members in front of him, it was not convenient for Dai Sanchun to say it, but the meaning was obvious. Pu Zhongheng couldn't last long like this...

Mrs. Wang wiped her husband again, handed the cloth handkerchief to the maid behind her, and suddenly turned around and knelt down to Zhu Yuan: "Sir, if there are other ways, please feel free to try. The Pu family knows that you try your best. If you fail, it will be your husband's fate." ."

Seeing their mother kneeling down, the two children also came forward and knelt down together.

Zhu Yuan quickly stood up to help the woman up, but realized it was inappropriate and signaled to the maid next to him: "Hurry up and help your wife up."

Two maids came forward and helped the woman up.

Hua Gao, who was standing behind, also stepped forward and picked up the two children one by one with one hand. He also took the smaller child's small hand and put it in his big hand and rubbed it. He said to Zhu Yuan: "At this level, why should you be cautious? , just let go and do your best, depending on destiny!"

Zhu Yuan nodded, turned to Wang, and said: "This penicillium... I know it is useful, but I don't know the specific usage. However, maybe it shouldn't be steamed in the morning. The principle of this thing is different from the traditional Chinese medicine that needs to be boiled. , heating may actually evaporate the medicinal properties, so probably... you have to use the live ones directly."

After Wang listened carefully, he was deeply blessed again: "Excuse me, sir."

Zhu Yuan opened the lid of the porcelain cup Dai Sanchun held in his hand and looked at it. It was almost full, green and green, with no other colors. He considered it at last and said: "In this case, external application and internal administration, the next strong dose Take medicine."

After speaking and taking another look, Zhu Yuan said: "This cup is divided into four parts, one for external application and one for internal use. Tomorrow, um... it should be midnight. Three hours later, use the medicine again."

After speaking, he looked at Wang again.

Wang nodded again.

Hua Gao took the little hands of the two children and said, "I can't help, so I'll take them to have a meal. It's fine for the adults, but we can't make the babies suffer too."

Mrs. Wang bowed to Hua Gao again and thanked him.

When Hua Gao left with his two children, there was no longer any waiting.

Dai Sanchun took off the gauze on Pu Zhongheng's body and carefully cleaned the wound with the silver tool he had made in the past few days.

Zhu Yuan personally used a silver spoon to divide the penicillium in the porcelain cup into two silver plates. While he was busy, he heard a faint groan of pain. He looked up and saw that it was Pu Zhongheng who had woken up and was gritting his teeth.

, beads of sweat quickly formed on his forehead.

It was obviously because Dai Sanchun's actions in treating the wound woke him up from the pain.

Mrs. Wang quickly stepped forward to comfort her.

Zhu Yuan also stepped forward, looked at Pu Zhongheng, thought for a while, and said: "Do you know who I am, Zhu Yuan, the one who gave your Majesty five hundred years of imperial honor?"

Pu Zhongheng nodded slightly and opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Dai Sanchun and Wang both looked over in confusion.

Zhu Yuan ignored the two of them and continued to say to Pu Zhongheng: "What I'm going to give you soon is the magical secret recipe I brought back from overseas. It was originally intended to be dedicated to His Majesty, but you were the first to use it. Now that you wake up, hold on.

Just hold on, take the medicine later, and you'll be fine after tonight. Think about your wife and two children. You are the backbone of the family. If you don't work hard to hold on, what will you do if you leave them behind?"

I have seen many similar cases in my previous life. For critically ill patients, when the will to live is strong enough, medical miracles can often be created.

Zhu Yuan named Penicillium a magical secret recipe dedicated to Lao Zhu, and mentioned Pu Zhongheng's wife and children, all in order to strengthen Pu Zhongheng's will to live and make him feel that he could live and must live.

After hearing what Zhu Yuan said, Pu Zhongheng nodded even more sharply, and this time he made a slight sound: "Thank you... thank you, sir."

Zhu Yuan ordered Wang: "Give him a towel to bite on, and the wound must be scraped clean. It will be very painful. Don't bite his tongue."

Mrs. Wang immediately brought a towel, and Pu Zhongheng took the initiative to open his mouth and bite it.

Zhu Yuan then signaled Dai Sanchun to continue.

After that, I was busy for half an hour, treating the wound, applying fresh penicillium to the outside, and rolling the other portion into pills for Pu Zhongheng, who was trying hard to stay awake, to drink it with water.

After doing this, Zhu Yuan finally ordered Dai Sanchun to take another dose of the Chinese medicine decoction he prescribed every hour, and then he realized that he was a little exhausted.

Tottering.

I didn't do any heavy work just now, but to interfere in a person's life and death so close is too much psychological pressure.

After being carried to the inner house in a daze, Zhu Yuan leaned on the bed and barely finished a bowl of porridge. Then he fell into a chaotic dream, half asleep and half awake, with mixed thoughts.

I feel like I'm messing around.

I was also wondering whether too much penicillium was used, or perhaps too little. After all, penicillium and penicillin are two different concepts, and the penicillin content in penicillium may be very low.

Or, if Penicillium enters a human body, will infection also occur?

Fungi can also cause infections.

My thoughts are getting more and more confusing.

Zhu Yuan really doesn't like this feeling of losing control that is beyond his control, and he doesn't like this kind of knowing what is happening but not knowing why.

Then he persuaded himself again in his dream.

Something that can't be helped.

Instead of doing 99%, do 89%, and have 10% more hope, which is better than nothing.

Suddenly, he saw Pu Zhongheng, who was shirtless and with a wound on his waist, approaching him. He stared at him and accused him of not even being a doctor. What was he doing?

Dai Sanchun also came over and said, "Sir, I am very disappointed in you."

Liu Bowen also came unexpectedly. He pinched his fingers and looked like a wise and wise man, and persuaded him to go back, saying that he was not from this era and should not take random actions and disturb this great world.

Layers of dreams came over him one after another, and he finally couldn't hold it in any longer and screamed out, 'Ah--'.

But he couldn't wake up.

Someone appeared beside me, comforted me softly, and even snuggled up to me.

Instinctively, I hugged her and felt that the waist was very soft and thin. It was so thin. Who was on duty tonight?

However, having someone around makes me feel inexplicably more at ease.

Feeling the refreshing fragrance of nephrite, he finally managed to squeeze out his chaotic dreams and fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter completed!