The domestic guard is a little sweet

A huge reward was offered, and one of them was wearing a long gown and was tortured to the bone by the epidemic. He was already in a coma. His body was full of stench and abscesses, and there was no cure for it.

And beside this person was a little boy, who was not ignorant like ordinary children. He stood by the broken grass mat and stared at everyone around him like a wolf cub.

Manager Liu is now fully armed, with a thick mask covering his face, and the group of people is five meters away.

"This medicine may save your father's life, or it may kill him. Would you like to try the medicine?"

The boy stood up with difficulty and hit the ground heavily.

"I...we are willing! Please save my father, the villain is willing to be a slave and sign a contract of sale."

Manager Liu was a little moved, and sighed faintly.

"It's good for you to stay by your father's side, everything depends on God's will."

In terms of the efficacy of penicillin, intravenous injection is naturally higher, but in this ancient times, Zhao Jin couldn't get out infusion equipment in a short period of time, so he let the person who tested the medicine take it orally.

Zhao Jin first asked someone to disinfect with a needle, then dipped a little liquid medicine, and poked it lightly on the man's wrist. After making sure that he was not allergic, he took the medicine powder for him.

After 1~3 times of taking the powder, the size of a copper coin will be used up.

Zhao Jin anxiously wandered around the main courtyard. He had inquired about the situation at Dark Twelve in the morning, and the worse people were already showing symptoms of dehydration.

Zhao Jin hated it very much at the moment, why there was no such thing as a golden finger spring when he traveled through time.

Just when Zhao Jin walked around the yard for the fifth time.

Suddenly Sun He stumbled in from the outside, and his voice continued intermittently: "Master... Master! It's... It's done."

Zhao Jin's eyes widened fiercely, he walked up to Sun He in two steps, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong? Is that medicine effective?"

Sun He ran all the way from the West Courtyard. He was out of breath and his fat face was flushed. He could only nod his head and breathe heavily.

"Yes! It's effective! Then... that man's fever has subsided, and he hasn't had any vomiting or diarrhea! My lord, your medicine is just amazing!"

Joy instantly filled Zhao Jin's chest, and he swung his right fist vigorously into the air.

"awesome."

Zhao Jin didn't delay at this moment, he took off a jade pendant from his waist casually, and gave it to Sun Hehe.

"Thank you, well done."

Zhao Jin quickly ran back to the main courtyard, took out the last pack of white powder from the bedroom, walked quickly outside the courtyard, and said to Sun He: "The bamboo building will send more people to make the powder, don't be afraid of wasting it." , After telling them this matter is over, the Lord will reward them heavily."

Sun He held the jade pendant with joy on his face, and nodded solemnly: "Yes! Don't worry, my little one, I'll do it now."

Zhao Jin was anxious, but he also had a sense of proportion, fully armed and wearing a mask, he came to Tingyu Tower.

The Tingyu Building, which is usually a pavilion, has a huge copper lock on the door. It seems to be a vacuum within a hundred meters outside the door, with countless dead branches and leaves, and it is a bit depressed.

Zhao Jin's eyes were slightly sore, he firmly held the medicine bag in his hand, and said in a tense voice, "Come here, please open this door."

"Yes!" Two hidden guards behind Zhao Jin came out in response, opened the copper lock, and were about to push the door in.

Suddenly, I heard An Twelve's voice from the Yulou, dry and hoarse.

"Slow down! The body of the master is a thousand pieces of gold, ahem, how... how can I stand under the dangerous wall."

Hearing the sound, Zhao Jin looked up and saw An Twelve. On the wooden railing of the balcony on the second floor, the black clothes that were supposed to fit looked a little loose. An Twelve's voice was intermittent and weak.

Zhao Jin's eyes hurt him even more, and he endured it stubbornly, his eyes were red.

"I found the medicine, but it's risky, do you dare to try the medicine for me?"

An Twelve froze all over, but he was about to turn around, but he slammed it back. He clutched his chest and coughed heavily, then looked up to the sky and laughed twice.

"Why don't you dare? Twelve is not afraid of anything for the sake of master."

"Okay! Grandpa is waiting for you to warm the bed for Grandpa."

Zhao Jin handed the medicine powder equipment to the hidden guard beside him for instructions, and stood straight outside the door, listening to the voices inside.

He bit his lower lip firmly, and stubbornly looked at the window sill on the second floor, where no one was there, until blood was left on his lips, and he remained unconscious.

It's not that he didn't dare to go in, he just wanted to rush in and give the man the medicine himself, but if he dared to go in today, if Empress Dowager Dong and the emperor knew about it, he might die after the epidemic.

After a cup of tea, the inside was not neat. He wanted to move, and he thought he was not allergic to the medicine. Zhao Jin breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the penicillin can be taken, the disease is [-]% certain.

One hour, two hours.

Zhao Jin was weak and couldn't stand upright. His servants brought a deck chair and sat outside the Tingyu Building, watching there quietly. Two and a half hours later, the dark guard came with a slight joy on his face: "Reporting to Master, it's about to take effect. An Twelve's fever has subsided, and his vomiting and diarrhea have eased. The government doctor has seen that An Twelve's body is strong, and he can basically recover after three days of medication."

Zhao Jin breathed a sigh of relief, but felt that the exhaustion of the past few days quickly rushed to his head, he felt dizzy for a while, and fell into the reclining chair. He raised his hand to stop the servant from exclaiming, and whispered to the people around him: "Don't say anything!" , The medicine powder is being made with all our strength, and the medicine is given to all the sick people in the mansion, and the doctor is asked to copy the whole process of making the medicine powder and present it to the king."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Jin was really exhausted, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

When Mimeng wakes up, a little bit of light shines through the gaps in the bed curtain, and the gentle ambergris in the mist makes people feel peaceful.

wrong!

How did he fall asleep!

Zhao Jin got up abruptly, and the waiters outside hurried in when they heard the voice. Sun He hurried forward, lifted the curtain of the bed, and put shoes and socks on Zhao Jin graciously.

"Master, you are awake. You have slept all day and all night. I am worried that you are a slave."

Zhao Jin looked at Yunxia outside the window, and then he suddenly realized that he had slept for so long. He remembered what happened before he fell asleep, and asked quickly.

"How is Dark Twelve?"

After this incident, Sun He didn't know that An Twelve was the prince, and the most sensitive person didn't dare to delay, so he knelt down and put on the shoes and socks for the prince, and said carefully: "After the Twelve Prince took the medicine The situation has improved, but there are still some sores on his body that are still recovering, but you don't have to worry about taking the medicine, he said that there will be no scars, the government doctor asked him to come here after five days of medicine, so as not to overwhelm you with illness. "

Zhao Jin put on his boots, stretched his waist, and felt his strength returned after such a sleep. He took the hand towel handed over by Sun He, and asked in a low voice, "Where are the others in the mansion? Are there any medicines available? "

Sun He: "I've used everything I've used. Housekeeper Liu is in charge. Starting from severe illnesses and then mild ones, the situation has improved."

Zhao Jin nodded, and completely let go of a big stone in his heart. He casually threw the towel into the basin.

"You go and call the Xiangfu doctor."

Sun He: "Yes."

Now that you have a good prescription, you must hand it in to help those who are sick, but Zhao Jin doesn't want to take the credit, not to mention that he didn't invent penicillin, just say that he is an ordinary prince and grandson who has never studied medicine. , how can drugs be found?

Now the emperor and the empress dowager are both avoiding the epidemic and leaving the palace, and they also have a lot of eyeliners in Beijing.

A doctor in Zhang's mansion, with white hair and white belt, came to the main courtyard with a medicine box. He first asked for Zhao Jin's peace, and then took the peace pulse. Rest a lot and don't work too hard."

Zhao Jin nodded, lowered his head and took a sip of tea, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and said lightly: "This king wants to report the medicine powder for curing epidemics to the Holy Majesty. Several doctors in the mansion jointly developed it successfully. You are the doctor of the manor. Leader, naturally you will lead the attack."

He is old and mature, and Zhang's doctor still doesn't understand what the prince means. He is so old that he has nothing but medical knowledge, but he has children in his family, and he has to fight for his children's future.

"Yes, but according to the lord's order, the little old man will never say anything else. This is the medicine production process that you asked the little old man to prepare. Please check to see if there are any omissions."

Zhao Jin took the plate of paper, looked at it carefully for a moment, and nodded with satisfaction: "Doctor Zhang's family has been in my palace for many years, taking care of my body, and treating so many sick people in the palace. Naturally, Wang kept it in mind, although the life-saving medicinal powder was jointly developed by the few of you, you are of course the first to receive it from His Majesty."

With Zhao Jin's affirmation, Doctor Zhang's face flashed with joy, he quickly lowered his head, and saluted respectfully: "Yes, this is what a villain should do."

Zhao Jin lowered his head and took a sip of his tea, then said flatly, "The patients in Fuzhou will bother Zhang's doctor, go and get busy."

"Yes."

After Zhang's doctor left the main hospital, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, and his cloudy old eyes were full of shrewd and joyful light.

This time it was a sage who issued an announcement that anyone who has a solution will be granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households.

Although it is difficult to share the credit evenly among several government doctors, it is still possible to gain a family background, and in the future, the son of the family will be able to rely on two points when he becomes an official through the imperial examination.

Zhao Jin took out the memorial again, wrote it himself, and sandwiched the detailed penicillin production method in it, and ordered the secret guards to hurry up and send it to the other palace in the suburbs of Beijing overnight.

For several days in a row, Zhao Jin visited An Twelve through the window, talking about things in the mansion, and hearing his more and more angry voice, Zhao Jin's whole heart could be considered to be real, it's good, everything was in time, After using the medicine for 5 days, Dark Twelve was already well.

Zhao Jin looked at the tall An Twelve, with tough and handsome features, a little thin and haggard cheeks, slightly sore eyes, reached out and touched An Twelve's cheeks, and said with some distress: "I'm all thin."

There was a slight smile on the corners of An Shier's lips, and his dark eyes looked at Zhao Jin intently, holding Zhao Jin's hand and putting it in the palm of his hand.

"Then I'll eat more, master, don't think I'm fat."