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Chapter 2 Winter is Coming (Part 1)

Time passed by, and Wei Chi ran to the construction site after running the laboratory. When needed, he had to go to the clinic. Occasionally, His Majesty Li Er would be summoned to the palace to ask about the progress of the preparation of the medicine, or if there were members of the Locust Army to check it out, they needed to explain from the side.

"It's getting colder this day!"

Looking at the two clear snots dragged under Zhaodi's nose tube, Wei Chi finally realized that winter was coming. However, he was used to the cold winter in the north and still had no feelings and continued to be busy with his own affairs.

After several months of development experiments, the first batch of finished medicines in the Tang Dynasty finally came out. They are trauma drugs, which have good anti-inflammatory, stop bleeding, and transform corruption and muscle production. This has been strictly certified by experimental experiments. Speaking of experiments, Wei Chi has to admire Sun Simiao and Sun Dada.

That day, after the medicine was well certified on the rabbit, Wei Chi sighed: "This is a rabbit after all, and it is still the last experimental process. I went to find my adoptive father and others, and asked if anyone had suffered any injuries. I would be successful in the healing process on people."

As soon as Wei Chi finished sighing, Sun Simiao's eyes lit up on the other side. He touched the dagger and stabbed himself in the leg without blinking. He was very harsh. In surgery, the area of ​​the wound can be considered a medium-sized wound, and he can be stitched.

Wei Chi was dumbfounded: "Big...Brother, don't you need to do this, right? Then, the soldiers are often injured, so it's easy to find someone with trauma."

Sun Simiao smiled without changing his face, but instead came over to comfort Wei Chi and said, "Second brother, don't worry, you and I are both doctors, this is just a small wound, no big deal. This medicine is naturally a test by Brother Yu personally. If there is any problem, as Brother Yu, you can relieve your pain. It's okay, Qingfeng, bring the medicine."

Wei Chi had a calm face and gave Sun Simiao medicine without saying a word, letting Qingfeng and Qingsong make records on the side. After all this, Wei Chi pulled Sun Simiao aside and said with a serious expression: "Brother, I think we need to talk about each other's attitude towards the division of work responsibilities and experiments."

"Okay, please tell me, second brother."

Sun Simiao still smiled, and seemed to think that Wei Chi was making a big fuss. Wei Chi had a headache. Although he admired Sun Dada's great spirit of sacrifice, this generation gap in concept still required him to continue to work hard to communicate. Thinking of his previous annoyance to the leaders who did administrative work, it was a little bit empathetic now, and it was not easy.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Wei Chi said seriously: "Brother, you are the technical supervisor. It can be said that whether the patent medicine can be successful is all about you. Without the support of your rich medical knowledge and experience, we, my brother, Xie Jiu, Qingfeng, Qingsong, no one can bear it. If we are a whole, then the brother supports the torso of this whole. Without you, we can do nothing! A complete team should have their own division of labor. The trunk has a torso, and the trunk has a responsibilities for branches. Everyone has different divisions of labor and effective cooperation can form an efficient team. Finding someone to experiment with the medicine is a must in clinical practice, but this person must not be the big brother. The big brother has a good idea and is great, but in order for the medicine to go longer, the big brother should take care of it. This kind of thing must not happen again! What I mean, do you understand?"

Sun Simiao was very sincere and laughed: "I understand my second brother's intentions. Don't worry, there will be no next time. Because this is the first time I made it. My elder brother is anxious for a moment and will definitely correct it in the future and will never make any mistakes."

After forcing Sun Simiao to make repeated promises, Wei Chi breathed a sigh of relief. Why didn’t he find out that he still has the talent for administrative work before? The environment is so fucking able to change people and train people.

After a day of fatigue, I returned home, after dinner, took a hot bath, and crawled in the study to write a memorial to His Majesty Li Er, and wrote a letter to report the first batch of finished medicines, and requested to send someone to inspect it.

This guy hates writing memorials very much, but as an ancient official, writing memorials is necessary. His Majesty Li Er did not dislike his memorials for being unliterate and his writing was poor, which means he was very compassionate.

Frowning, Wei Chi realized that his expression must be very similar to the person who was worried when he was constipated, and the entanglement was not enough to describe it. So, the beautiful sister Xie Jiu leaned in, took a look, and then retracted.

After finishing writing, I went to bed. Xie Jiu shrank into a ball, rolled up the quilt, and was not asleep. He buried himself in the quilt, only showing his beautiful eyes, staring at Wei Chi pitifully, making Wei Chi smile, and he lost all his worries. He hurried over and hugged him with the quilt: "What? Without my stove, I can't sleep?"

This sister is afraid of the cold. In her own words, she sleeps alone in winter without air conditioning and a hand warmer bag, her hands and feet are frozen all night and she will definitely not sleep well. She has to scald her feet several times a day before she can feel comfortable. She has looked at Sun Simiao and suggested diet therapy methods. Now, these days, the kitchen has stewed her with some conditioning supplements.

When he got into the quilt, Xie Jiu immediately rushed over with the quilt, squeezed Wei Chi's arms, stuffed his hands and feet into Wei Chi's arms without hesitation, looking at him pitifully, acting coquettishly: "It's so cold, can you add another layer of quilt?"

Her breathing hit her neck, which was very hot. Wei Chi felt something was wrong, so he quickly reached out to touch her forehead, which was hot. He was shocked: "It's not that he has a cold, he has a fever, right? Don't move, I'll get a thermometer."

He jumped out to find the medical box at home. After searching for a long time, he didn't find the thermometer. Wei Chi was speechless and shouted at Xie Jiu: "Where is the thermometer in the medical box?"

“… Didn’t you take it to the lab?”

My sister was very aggrieved, her eyes began to turn red, and Wei Chi was in a loss, so she hurried over and hugged her in her arms and coaxed her: "I'm sorry, sorry, don't cry, I blame you wrongly. I'm in a hurry, I'm waiting, I'll find a watch to take your pulse."

"Woooo... I don't care about me when I'm sick, I'm stuck in the study and yelling at me when I come back!"

Beans started to fall off. I quickly stuffed my head, and it took another wave of coaxing me to coax my sister to put away her tears and lie on the bed waiting for Wei Chi to measure her pulse.

When we were traveling through time, Xie Jiudai had a very exquisite high-end women's watch. In order to avoid trouble, the watch was put away and kept at home. The two of them used it themselves. They also brought back all the used medical garbage in the clinic and they dealt with it themselves.

I took out my watch and measured my pulse. I had a fever indeed. I still prepared fever-reducing medicines at home. I brought water and took it for her. I turned over a used salt water bottle, filled it with boiling water, wrapped it in cloth, and temporarily used it as a hot water bag to hold her in her arms to keep warm.

After pressing three layers of quilts on one after another, it still felt cold. Wei Chi had to lie on the bed, hugged her in her arms, and keep her warm. The thin quilt was indeed a little thin. It was winter, and it was no better than in modern times. How could Xie Jiu, a southerner, live? It was impossible to let her do this all winter!
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