Siheyuan: Bringing Warehouses to 1959

Smith is a top expert in biology and has a deep understanding of modern medicine. Putting aside other things, Smith can be regarded as a top talent.

Such a talented person walked into the laboratory, saw the room full of small wooden cabinets, and saw people in the room fiddling with various grass roots and tree barks, and couldn't help but look confused.

What is this research?

Researching how to make soup?

He doesn't understand Chinese medicine, he has only heard of it but never seen it.

In fact, Chinese medicine has not been understood by many people for so many years until it declined.

Even if traditional Chinese medicine is popular abroad, it is only popular in Chinatown at best, not in places like Chinatown where they sell chicken and kimchi.

"Master Hong, I've brought you something!" Zeng Wangcai asked someone to put down the herbs Chen Hong had brought. "Take a look at these to see if they're suitable. If not, I'll find some more."

Zeng Wangcai’s hope is that Master Hong, the national player among national players, will have white hair and beard.

"Mingquan, go and check out the herbs!" Master Hong didn't waste any words and called his eldest disciple.

Several veterans from other research teams came to watch, and they all brought their own apprentices with them, doing everything themselves.

The disciples took out the medicinal herbs, and Master Hong gathered around them, checking them one by one personally.

This batch of medicinal materials is a bit tricky. In addition to grass roots and tree barks, there are also some animal medicinal materials that look strange in shape.

"That's right!" Master Hong nodded, holding a medicinal herb that Zeng Wangcai didn't even recognize. "What did you get last time? It was actually fake. You can fool people with fake medicine for such a big thing. You deserve to be beheaded."

Zeng Wangcai's face was filled with embarrassment, and he was too embarrassed to say that he was the one who found the herbs.

"Well, Master Hong!" Zeng Wangcai immediately changed the subject, pulling Smith and the others over. "These foreigners are at your disposal. Now that we've found the direction, let's improve the formula as quickly as possible so we can start production as soon as possible."

"Why do I need foreigners to serve me? Aren't we enough with our own people?" Master Hong seemed dissatisfied with Zeng Wangcai's arrangement.

Their laboratory has a huge workload. The processing of medicinal materials, the boiling and decocting in the process of making medicines, and the subsequent preparation of decoctions and pills, etc., are all tedious and troublesome tasks.

There is also the matter of giving medication to the experimental subjects in batches and conducting regular observations and inquiries every day. These are all things to do.

Master Hong and his companions only had one or two disciples each, and they were far too busy to handle the workload. Zeng Wangcai simply dismissed Smith and his companions. Smith would have to learn some basic knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine anyway, so it would be better to get some exposure now.

"You can just make do with them. Let them do some simple work first, and then take the opportunity to explain to them the basic principles of traditional Chinese medicine." Zeng Wangcai said with a smile.

"What? You want us to accept a foreign apprentice?" Master Hong glanced sideways, and the other masters stopped what they were doing.

"It's not about taking in apprentices, it's about educating them. We'll have to rely on them to market our medicine in the future." Zeng Wangcai expressed his plan.

Fortunately, Master Hong and his colleagues are not conservative. If you had replaced them with some old masters who were proud of their own skills, Zeng Wangcai's plan would not have worked.

This is not because Zeng Wangcai intends to forcefully promote traditional Chinese medicine, but because the current situation dictates that traditional Chinese medicine is very likely to be the killer weapon against the virus. This forces Zeng Wangcai to bring Smith, who will be useful in the future, to study.

"Okay, whatever you say is what it is!" Master Hong was very open-minded. He glanced at Smith and the others and chuckled, "It's obvious that these foreigners have poor foundations. Their faces are pale... They are weak. They need to be treated."

Smith and the others are indeed weak. They work like slaves every day and cannot relax mentally. How can they not be weak?

For cattle and horses that are under mental stress, it is normal to feel weak, and it is abnormal if not.

Zeng Wangcai called Smith and the others over and said, "You'll listen to him from now on..." Zeng Wangcai pointed at Master Hong's apprentice Mingquan and said, "Whatever he tells you to do, you'll do it. Do you understand?"

Mingquan knows English, so communication is easy.

Smith didn't dare to say no, and nodded hurriedly. Then Mingquan came over, took the pulse of Smith and the others, and prescribed some medicine for them.

"All of you, drink this medicine!" Mingquan handed the medicine to Smith. "I'll teach you how to make it later. You need to take care of your body first so you can work properly."

Smith's face turned green when he looked at the grass roots and tree bark. He didn't want to drink it, but he was afraid of Zeng Wangcai, so he had to agree to it.

Zeng Wangcai didn't care about this at all. He just left after giving instructions.

The medicinal materials arrived, and the subsequent research progress accelerated. At the same time, Zeng Wangcai was constantly urged by Xiaobu, who asked him to fulfill his promise as soon as possible and control the spread of the virus.

Xiaobu can no longer bear it, or rather, the whole world can no longer bear it. Batches of people die in every village every day.

Now, the Yingjiang and Daxiong families are the worst off, and their villages have the highest death toll.

Daxiong was the origin of the virus, and later on, in order to nail Zeng Wangcai for his poor response, he did not seal it off immediately, which led to the virus being unable to be contained at all and spreading throughout the village.

Eagle sauce has become the second largest village of deaths, so they have their own fault.

They kept clamoring for freedom, but when the government asked them to stay at home for observation, they refused to listen and continued to run around. Later, the whole village was infected. They were scared after seeing people around them die, and it was too late to continue to stay at home for observation.

Moreover, even so, there are people running around every day.

So Xiaobu asked Zeng Wangcai to go to California as soon as possible, set an example, control the situation in California, and then copy the homework. Otherwise, if this continues, there will be no way to do business in ventilators and masks.

But Zeng Wangcai was not in a hurry. He had to wait for the medicine to be developed, or at least wait until the vaccinated guinea pigs had passed the first observation period.

......

Xiao Hu, who had passed by the ghost gate once, completed various examinations, waited for the results, and prepared to answer questions from Master Hong and others as usual.

Xiao Hu almost died when he was sent to Jiangdao, and later became one of the first guinea pigs to use Chinese medicine to save his life.

Whether Xiao Hu has been cured or not depends on the results of the examination. When it comes to examination, traditional Chinese medicine is not as intuitive as modern medical machines.

"The results are in!" Mingquan was the first to see Xiao Hu's test report. "Negative, the virus is gone. Apart from the physical weakness, everything else is normal."

Nani?

Smith looked at the report in disbelief. The virus was killed by those grass roots and tree bark?

After learning the result, no one at the scene paid any attention to the shocked Smith.

"It's successful, Master Hong, you succeeded!" Zeng Wangcai wanted to bite Master Hong on the head. He never thought that Chinese medicine was really effective.

He remembered that when people were fighting viruses in later generations, some prescriptions were circulated on the Internet. Many people said that they were effective against viruses, but unfortunately not many people believed them.

Later, some local departments promoted the decoction and distributed it for free. Some people said it was very effective, but still not many people believed it.

Zeng Wangcai doesn’t care whether it’s a capital conspiracy theory or not. He only knows that Chinese medicine is effective after personal experience here.

"Master Hong, the recipe is confidential, absolutely confidential. Please help the village with the production of the finished medicine later..."

It is highly likely that the American hawks will not be able to steal this medicine unless Kimchi and Chicken Foot Basin help.

Time had already dragged on for a long time. After Zeng Wangcai finished arranging things on the island, he hurriedly boarded a private plane with his team to California...