Chapter 347: Anti-Epidemic Recipe

Yuan Qiu frowned deeply, his face was serious, and he clenched his slender palms involuntarily, and asked, "Have you ever seen refugees who got sick and died? What kind of symptoms are they?"

Chen Zhixian nodded hurriedly, trying to recall: "I inspected the city at sunrise, and I saw with my own eyes that the dead refugees had abscesses on their faces, with yellowish green pus flowing out, red spots all over their bodies, and some refugees died with discolored skin. Black, very weird."

Yuan Qiu's heart trembled, and he hurriedly asked, "Is there someone coughing up blood? Is there still a fever?"

Seeing her serious expression, Chen Zhixian was even more flustered. He nodded repeatedly and said, "I saw a few people coughing up blood, and some had persistent high fevers. Is it really a plague?"

"It's the plague!" She was almost sure that it was the plague, a disease that spreads extremely fast. Once the incubation period passed, the outbreak would be out of control. his death.

Zhu Yan couldn't sit still anymore, he got up and walked to Yuan Qiu's side, stretched out his hand to hold Yuan Qiu's cold little hand, and said anxiously: "Is there a cure?"

The most effective and fastest drug to treat the plague is streptomycin, but in this ancient times, if you want to breed streptomycin, there are too many things that are lacking, and she is not sure.

"There is a medicine that can cure the plague, but I'm not sure it can be made, so I can only try it first!" She knew how to grow streptomycin, but she didn't have the necessary utensils and greenhouses for breeding bacteria.

Xia Yuanqiu in Zhu Yan's eyes is always confident, as if in her eyes, nothing is difficult.

However, today, he saw embarrassment in Xia Yuanqiu's eyes. No one knew better than him how terrible the plague was. The plague was almost a terminal illness, and the only way to die was.

Without any hesitation, Xia Yuanqiu quickly walked to the table on the side of the hall, took out the Four Treasures of the Study, and wrote down all the things she needed, including the utensils used to replace the incubators, and then drew the hollow silver needles that needed to be ordered quickly Together with the syringe, I handed it over to Chen Zhixian, and explained it in detail again, asking him to prepare everything immediately at all costs.

As soon as Chen Zhixian left, she took a pen and drew on the white paper.

Zhu Yan stepped forward to take a look, but saw a house drawn on the white paper. The house was quite different from the houses that ordinary people lived in. There was room around it, including under the house. Set charcoal fire to bake, and will not hurt the house, to achieve the effect of four-wall heating.

"What is this?" Zhu Yan asked.

Xia Yuanqiu dried the painted house painting, folded it carefully and handed it to Zhu Yan, saying: "This is a greenhouse. If you want to refine the medicine that can cure the disease of febrile disease, you need such a greenhouse. In the morning and evening, the temperature in the room must be kept consistent, and it must not be hot and cold."

Although it is the most comfortable autumn of the year, in this mountain, the temperature difference between morning and evening is still very large. If there is no greenhouse, this streptomycin will definitely not be able to grow. If there is a greenhouse, it will only increase the chance of success.

Zhu Yan immediately asked someone to do it, and thought of something else, he hurriedly said: "Yuan Qiu, can the spiritual spring outside the ghost domain forest also cure the poison of this plague?"

Yuan Qiu shook his head: "Although Lingquan is good, it also has the effect of detoxification, but the effect is very slow. It may be the best medicine for chronic diseases, but this plague is an emergency. Once it occurs, it must be controlled within the shortest possible time. Stay sick, otherwise, within three to five days, you will surely die."

Just like Song Ning's cold poison, although it is severe, it is not an emergency. It will not kill him for a while, but he has to endure some unbearable pain for ordinary people. Transformation, slowly drawing it, can finally remove the cold poison between the bones and marrow.