Chapter 413 The Lord of the Boss
Guan Xing drank the wine in the bowl with all his strength, and lay on the bed resisting the nausea in his stomach.
Feng Yong said softly, "Jun Hou, you can't vomit again this time. If you vomit again, there will be no wine left."
Guan Xing stared at him, closing his mouth tightly and saying nothing.
He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would just spray this guy in the face.
Several times, his mouth bulged, and then he swallowed it back alive.
Maybe he drank enough wine this time to neutralize the nauseating effect of the medicine, so although Guan Xing felt uncomfortable in his stomach, he finally struggled for a long time and finally did not vomit it out again.
His situation surprised Feng Yong. This martial arts practitioner was indeed determined.
He thought that Guan Xing would have to vomit at least several times before he could settle down.
Of course, Guan Xing didn't know the dirty thoughts in Feng Tubao's mind. He just felt that if he spit out the medicinal soup he drank, it would affect the efficacy of the medicine, so he endured it with all his strength.
It’s just that he was already severely tortured by the illness, and now that he was going through so much trouble, he just felt extremely tired, and unconsciously, he fell into a half-conscious state.
Guan Ji quietly put her hand on Guan Xing's forehead, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face, and then gently pulled Guan Xing's collar to take a look, her joy became even stronger.
“The fever is gone!”
Guan Ji couldn't believe it and took out Guan Xing's palm to look at it. She touched it carefully and trembled a little. "It's not sweating profusely, it's not sweating..."
Although the second brother was sweating, it was from sweating just now. Compared with the sweating profuse appearance before, it was simply incomparable.
“Let me see, let me see!”
Zhang Bao heard it, what’s the point?
Hurry forward and pull Guan Xing.
“Brother Zhang, please be careful not to wake up the second brother.”
Guan Ji quickly warned, and then turned to look at Feng Yong, her eyes full of gratitude, "Feng Lang, the second brother is really well!"
“It’s not that fast. It only temporarily suppresses the disease. I will continue to take medicine later.”
"It doesn't matter, as long as it is effective, you can drink the medicine slowly." Guan Ji nodded vigorously, "Even if the second brother refuses to drink it, I will find a way to make him drink it."
Recalling the way Guan Ji poured the medicine directly into Guan Xing just now, Feng Tubeng, an accomplice, laughed dryly and said, "Sanniang, please watch carefully here. When Junhou wakes up, ask him if he feels uncomfortable anywhere. "
“Okay. Ah Lang, I don’t even know how to thank you.”
At this moment, Guan Ji wished she could throw herself into the arms of a certain country turtle and give him some tenderness, but at this moment, she could only look at him lovingly.
Feng Yong nodded and said, "You and I are welcome. I'll go out and think about the next treatment method."
After saying that, he walked out.
Meeted Wang Ping and Huo Aji at the door, Feng Yong nodded to them, said hello, and let them enter the house.
Coming out of the courtyard and climbing up the city wall, some soldiers saw the famous Ghost King and prepared to come over to salute respectfully. However, Feng Yong waved his hand and sent them away, telling them not to disturb him.
Then he found a cool place to sit down, and began to worry a little: What if Fan A couldn't inject liquid into Guan Xing?
Looking at Guan Ji's current appearance, it is clear that she is sure that she can cure Guan Xing. If something happens, how can she have the face to face Guan Ji?
It is far crueler to give people hope first and then despair than to give people despair all the time.
But with Lao Tzu's method, if it takes as long as one month or as little as half a month, Guan Xing's condition will undoubtedly relapse.
Because the medicine he gave Guan Xing was called Changshan.
In the big debate on the Internet about whether artemisinin is related to traditional Chinese medicine, many people are trying to belittle traditional Chinese medicine, and many people are looking for examples to show that traditional Chinese medicine is useful.
Changshan is another antimalarial drug that has been mentioned the most.
Because after China's artemisinin came out, news soon followed in the United States, that is, they also extracted an alkaloid that can effectively fight malaria.
This alkaloid is also extracted from traditional Chinese medicinal materials, and it is also a malaria-fighting traditional Chinese medicine that has been used by Chinese medicine practitioners for nearly two thousand years.
Its name is Changshan.
This news was also used by both sides of the debate to slap each other in the face.
This is to say that this is orthodox Chinese medicine, and it is also clearly recorded in Chinese medicine classics.
That one asked why Kangxi didn’t use Changshan for treatment, but instead used Cinchona cream?
If it is really useful and has been used for nearly two thousand years, why did Tu Youyou not choose it instead of Artemisia annua?
It was during that big Internet debate that Feng Yong learned that Changshan, in addition to Zhao Zilong, was also the name of a traditional Chinese medicine.
This traditional Chinese medicine also has a strong inhibitory effect on malaria.
Attention, it is suppression, not cure.
Because it is clearly recorded in the classics of traditional Chinese medicine that it can stop malaria.
, means to stop.
That is to say, it can prevent the onset of malaria, but it cannot cure malaria.
Drinking Changshan's soup for several days can suppress malaria for half a month to a month, during which the patient can live like a normal person.
However, the possibility of radical cure is relatively low, and there is a very high probability of recurrence.
Of course, if it relapses, you can drink it again.
The problem is that this medicine has serious side effects. If you drink it, you may suffer from headache, nausea, abdominal pain, protruding eyeballs, etc.
The biggest side effect is constant vomiting.
If you just want to use it to induce vomiting, then you can use it.
Precisely because it has too many side effects, it is not widely popularized.
It is not necessarily true that Kang Mazi was not treated with Changshan. He might have been, but because there was no way to cure it, it was never cured.
It is also possible that the doctors at that time knew that Changshan’s treatment of malaria would cause recurrence of the disease and the side effects were too great, so they did not dare to let Kang Mazi use it.
In her speech after winning the award, Tu Youyou also mentioned Changshan, but gave up in the end, indicating that it was not a good choice—at least not better than artemisinin.
Because you vomit after drinking it, the effect of the medicine is too strong, and no one can bear it.
Drinking it with wine can alleviate its side effects.
Before Feng Yong could think of a good way to inject artemisinin into Guan Xing, he could only use Changshan to temporarily suppress the condition, and then ask Fan A if he had any good methods when he arrived.
Drinking Changshan to treat malaria is also a plan that gambles on character. Feng Yong also hates it - he hates anything that gambles on character.
Touched his arms and took out a small bamboo tube.
This is what he is going to use to try to make a syringe.
When making a syringe, the syringe barrel is not a problem, nor is the piston. Even the sealing between the needle and the syringe barrel can be solved.
The only problem is how to make the needle.
Even if the needle is slightly larger, it will be fine, just like the big needles I saw used to inject pigs when I was a child, it is still barely acceptable.
Anyway, these days, there are so many people who lose their arms and legs when they go into battle to kill the enemy. Are they still afraid of needle-sized wounds?
If you can’t inject into a vein, why don’t you give it a shot in the butt?
But the **** needle just can’t be made!
How did the guy who first made the syringe come up with it?
Feng Yong was in a daze when he heard someone say in his ear, "Master, are you okay?"
Turning around, he saw Amei standing not far away, looking at him worriedly.
Feng Yong shook his head and asked, "Why did you come out too?"
Amei lowered her head, looking a little hastily, and said softly, "My maid looked at everyone happy, but the master's face didn't look right when he walked out of the door, so I was a little worried about the master."
In Amei’s heart, Feng Yong is the first in her heart.
No matter how high-ranking Guan Xing’s official position is, it is still someone else, not her master.
What's more, she is still Feng Yong's nominal concubine.
So even Guan Ji couldn't notice the slightest abnormality in Feng Yong when she was overjoyed, but Amei was able to observe it keenly.
“What are you doing standing under the sun? Come and sit down.”
Feng Yong felt warm in his heart. This maid was quite qualified, so he generously invited her to come and sit with him for a while.
“The sun has gone to the side, it’s not too hot.”
As Amei said, he walked over obediently and sat down far away from Feng Yong.
“Is the Lord worried about Guan Junhou’s condition?”
"how do you know?"
Feng Yong was really surprised this time. When did this little maid become so good at guessing people's thoughts?
Amei's face was slightly red, and she didn't know whether it was from the heat or something else. She glanced at Feng Yong, and then hurriedly avoided Feng Yong's sight, "Because when the servant girl was boiling the medicine, she saw that the medicinal materials inside were exactly the same. Sichuan paint.”
Holy shit!
This little maid is really not simple!
Feng Turtle's eyes widened, he patted the open space beside him and said, "Sit over here, what are you afraid of? I won't eat you. Tell me, how do you know this?"
Changshan, also known as Shuqi.
After hearing this, Amei moved her body, sat closer, and then whispered, "When Master Fan and your servant went south, they heard Madam Guan talk about Guan Junhou."
"Master Fan also told the maid that in the "Treatise on Febrile and Miscellaneous Diseases" that the Lord left for the maid, there is a prescription called Shuqi San, which is mainly used to treat malaria. Master Fan also taught the maid how to identify Shu. paint."
Feng Yong was startled after hearing this.
Zhang Zhongjing is so powerful?
Then he remembered something again and asked, "Since you all know this recipe, why does Master Fan say he has no good method?"
Amei looked around and saw that no one was nearby, so she said softly, "Because Master Zifan has never used this prescription before, and he doesn't know how effective it is."
“So Master Fan asked his maid in private to tell the Lord that he was lagging behind and was trying to find some medicinal materials for Qi Shu Qi Powder. But he couldn’t guarantee whether it could be cured.”
Malaria is an incurable disease, which is recognized by the world today.
Fan Ah most likely knew that using Changshan to treat malaria could only treat the symptoms but not the root cause, so he would not be stupid enough to say that he had a cure in public.
However, being able to reveal this matter to Feng Yong in private can be regarded as a disguised expression of loyalty.
"Alas!" After hearing this, Feng Yong felt as if he had found someone to relieve the tightness in his chest. He sighed and said, "I have a medicine in my hand that can completely cure Guan Junhou. But this It’s a little difficult to use the flavored medicine.”
Amei asked confusedly, "Since the Lord has the medicine in his hand, just ask Guan Junhou to take it. How can it be difficult?"
“It’s just because I can’t take it that it’s difficult.”
The artemisinin that was taken orally in later generations is an artemisinin derivative called dihydroartemisinin.
Feng Yong had a hard time producing the original artemisinin. Where else could he produce dihydroartemisinin?
If the original artemisinin is taken orally, the therapeutic effect is so poor that it is worse than drinking Changshan to bet on one's character.
Hence, the hard-won artemisinin in his hand must not be allowed to be consumed by Guan Xing until the last moment.
It was rare to have someone to talk about this topic with him, and Amei could keep it a secret for him, so Feng Yong was happy to tell Amei about his depression.
"This medicine has to be put into Guan Junhou's body, but it cannot be drank directly. It is really annoying. So I have been worried these days."
Feng Yong said with a sad look on his face.
Amei blinked, she seemed confused as to why her master was bothered by this.
"Most people who use medicine take it directly. If there is medicine that cannot be taken directly, it will act on the seven orifices. But the maid heard what the Lord said, this medicine must be placed directly in Guan Junhou's body, and it cannot be taken directly. , then there is only one way.”
"what way?"
“Put it in from the valley.”
“Valley Road?”
Feng Yong turned his head and looked at Amei blankly.
When Amei saw Feng Yong's eyes turning around, she suddenly thought of something, and her face turned red all of a sudden, so red that she almost dripped blood.
She lowered her head, and then retracted her neck, as if she wanted to roll herself into a ball, and she heard her whispering, "I'm sorry, my lord, my maid was wrong..."
Fuck!
Feng Yong finally understood. He stared at Amei who was huddled up. How did this girl have such a brain? !
The problem that has troubled him for so long is just a matter of one sentence in other people's eyes...
Is my IQ that low?
At any rate, he is someone who knows what "male on top of male" means. Why can't he even remember this?
“How did you come up with it?”
Feng Yong asked in a murmur.
Even though Amei wanted to hide in the crack, she had to answer when the master asked, "When I was in Hanzhong, I saw Master Fan curing a child's Yangming disease by using a small bamboo tube to irrigate the valley."
“Master Fan said that this method is contained in the "Yangming Complete Chapter" of "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases"..."
Awesome!
Isn’t this an enema device?
It seems that Doctor Zhang is also a wonderful person...
It turns out that my IQ is really in arrears.
The ancients’ IQs were much better than mine!
He also knew herself to understand artemisinin, thinking about artemisinin that could not be taken, so he always had to make a syringe for the body injection.
Why the **** didn’t you think of rectal drug delivery? Bah! It should be called industry...ah, it's called method.
But it’s not my fault, it’s all because this profession is too partial. I’m not a doctor, so how can I know so much?
Had it not been for Amei’s reminder, I’m afraid I would never have been able to remember it in my life.
Feng Yong looked steadily at Ah Yi Tuan Qiu Mei, who was shivering. Although he had said it before, he couldn't help but murmured again, "With this brain, it would be a pity not to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University. "
Having a perfect memory is already enviable. The key is that the brain is extremely flexible, the things learned can be used flexibly, and the ideas are unconstrained...
Obviously, he has the potential to be a big boss with a cool dick, but he still behaves like this trembling cute new guy. It's really annoying!
Feng Tibi stood up and cursed, "Okay, look at you, you're covered in sweat, you lower your head to smell it, you don't mind the smell! Get up quickly and wash up."
With that said, he walked forward with his head held high.
Amei saw that her master did not blame her, so she quickly got up and followed closely behind.
Feng Tibi looked back and nodded with satisfaction. What about the boss? Isn't it different from calling me Lord?
The lord of the boss is a good title.
PS: The medical theories contained in this article may be inaccurate. In reality, children must not take them seriously. The author will not be responsible for any problems if you follow what is stated in the book.
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