First Secret Agent in History

Yun Zhonghe wants to cure Jing Wubian, what kind of pill is he going to make?

Penicillin, packaged as a elixir.

In fact, the best drug for treating urethritis and prostatitis is norfloxacin, and cephalosporin is also very good.

But the manufacturing process of these medicines is too difficult, completely impossible.

Although all cranes in the sky understand the production principle, norfloxacin can be produced by using trichlorotetrafluoroaniline through complicated procedures.

But with the current technology, it is a dream to synthesize trichlorotetrafluoroaniline.

Although penicillin is not as effective as norfloxacin in treating urethritis and prostatitis, it is still the most widely used antibiotic, especially since no antibiotics have been used in this world, it should have a miraculous effect in reducing inflammation.

The most important thing is that it is no longer prostatitis and urethritis that endanger Jing Wubian's life, but the complications of acute nephritis.

These are the deadly ones.

Jing Wubian's fever became more and more severe, and his sanity became more and more unclear.

More than one doctor determined the date of his death, and he had less than ten days to live.

However, at this time, penicillin is the life-saving medicine. As long as it reduces inflammation and cools down, life can be saved.

Therefore, penicillin anti-inflammatory can definitely have an immediate effect and save his life.

And even if it treats urethritis and prostatitis, penicillin has a good effect. If it is combined with traditional Chinese medicine, it should be able to recover temporarily. Although there may be recurrence, at least the treatment effect will be very good.

No matter how you look at it, penicillin is definitely an elixir for Jing Wubian at this time.

Compared with other antibiotics, the extraction of penicillin is much easier. Find enough rotten watermelons, scrape off the green mold on them, cultivate them in corn solution, and then extract them to get penicillin.

The green mold of a rotten watermelon can extract 200 units of penicillin per square centimeter.

Australian pathologist Howard Walter Florey won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine for this invention.

Even though he knew the method, Yun Zhonghe had no problem operating it.

But if you want to cure the disease, you need to use hundreds of thousands of units a day.

There is only one person in Yunzhonghe extracting penicillin, even if he works twenty-four hours a day, he still can't extract much.

At the beginning, he still slept for two or three hours a day, but later on he was completely sleepless, working all the time, and he was almost crazy busy.

Ever since Jing Wubian fell ill, Yun Zhonghe's stinky courtyard was simply forgotten.

Everyone waited for the time to come, when Leng Bi chopped Yun Zhonghe with a knife.

Or maybe the time was not up, but Jing Wubian died, and Leng Bi still hacked Yun Zhonghe to death.

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The penultimate day of the expiration date of Yunzhonghe's military order.

That night, Jing Wubian's illness was particularly severe.

Dizziness, and even symptoms of epilepsy.

And he was still desperately urinating blood, and once again his whole body twitched in pain, breaking out in cold sweat.

The high fever persisted for several days.

More than a dozen doctors came, but none of them could relieve his fever, and they were completely helpless.

Come on, the young master committed suicide again, committed suicide again...

As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Liefeng, Leng Bi, and Lan Shenxian rushed into Jing Wubian's room again, and found that his wrist was indeed bleeding profusely, and the wound was deep enough to penetrate the bone.

Lan Shenxian quickly took out the best golden sore medicine, directly stopped the bleeding, and then bandaged the wound.

What are you saving me for? Let me die, let me die... Jing Wubian yelled hysterically, I hurt so much, it hurts so much, Yafu, save me, save me...

Jing Boundless looked at the blue god with pleading eyes.

Mrs. Liefeng trembled and said: Lan Shenxian, please save him, save him. This child was born into this world because of your teacher back then. You are destined.

Back then, Jing'e couldn't give birth to a son, so he asked everywhere for a prescription, but an alchemist came and said that he had killed too much and hurt Tianhe, so he had no son.

So Jing'e temporarily stopped expanding, and finally gave birth to a son.

And this alchemist is the teacher of the blue god in front of him.

It is because of this fate that Lan Shenxian has always been in the City Lord's Mansion, enjoying a transcendent status.

Jing Wubian has always called him Yafu, not only his first confidant, but also his spiritual sustenance.

Hearing Jing Boundless' pleading, Lan Shenxian directly took out a bottle of potion, treasured it very much, and gently poured it into Jing Boundless's mouth.

A miraculous thing happened, Jing Wubian gradually disappeared from the pain, and instead felt very lazy and comfortable.

Mrs. Liefeng and Jing Boundless looked at Lan Shenxian with admiration and gratitude.

As expected of the Blue Immortal, he is still so superb, and the magic medicine he refined has such miraculous effects.

Yafu, thank you for saving me again. Jing Boundless said confusedly, his eyes full of admiration.

Fool, go to sleep, go to sleep! Lan Shenxian said gently.

Jing Boundless closed his eyes beautifully, and fell asleep sweetly.

But if Yun Zhonghe was here, he would definitely recognize that what Lan Shenxian gave Jing Boundless to drink was poppy juice and anesthetic.

This thing can only relieve pain, and has no therapeutic effect. Instead, it will have terrible side effects, and it will cause huge damage to the human brain.

Why is Jing Boundless getting more and more crazy?

The magic medicine of the blue god can be regarded as the culprit.

Moreover, Jing Boundless's immunity was extremely fragile, and the biggest root cause was also because of the so-called magical medicine of the Lan Shenxian, which destroyed his immune system too much.

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In a small courtyard filled with fairy air.

Master, that Yun Aotian is still using rotten watermelon to make alchemy, and he has become the laughing stock of the entire city lord's mansion. His yard is completely stinky. A little Taoist said.

Lan Shenxian said indifferently: It's just a clown.

The little Taoist said: But Jing Boundless seems to hit it off with him?

The blue god said: A lunatic meets a lunatic, of course they fall in love. But don't worry, this lunatic Yun Aotian will die in four days.

Yun Zhonghe personally signed the military order, and Jing Wubian's illness will be cured within half a month, otherwise he will be trampled to death.

The little Taoist said: I'm afraid that Jing Wubian will fall in love with him, so I don't want to kill him.

Lan Shenxian said: Jing Wubian does not kill, I will kill, Leng Bi will kill.

The little Taoist said: Master, can Jing Wubian survive this time?

The blue god said: I can't resist it, the high fever won't go away, and I'm bleeding from top to bottom, I'm sure I'll die.

The little Taoist said: Then what should we do? He respects you as his father. If he dies, your status in the City Lord's Mansion will drop.

Lan Shenxian said indifferently: It's nothing if he's dead, I've already hooked up someone more important for my teacher.

The little Taoist said: Master is really a sword that never grows old, and its charm never fades.

The blue god closed his eyes and didn't speak any more.

Jing Boundless, I really didn't intend to kill you. In fact, only the fairy medicine can make you obedient. As for killing you, there is no way. Fortunately, I have established a firm foothold, and your death will not hurt our great cause.

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Yun Zhonghe was still racing against time.

Now he really doesn't even have time to eat or go to the latrine.

Every second he can't wait to break it open and use it. He alone has to make millions of units of penicillin, which is simply to make people completely collapse.

He also races against time, races against death, and sleeps every day.

Jing Wubian absolutely cannot die. Once he dies, Yun Zhonghe's plan will come to naught.

It was already dawn before dawn.

The last process will be completed soon, and it will probably take a few hours before the first batch of penicillin will be successfully produced.

As long as the first batch comes out, it will be produced continuously.

There is only one step away from success.

Jing Boundless, don't die, don't die.

Yun Zhonghe really didn't waste a single second, running wildly against death.

However……

boom!

His yard door was slammed open.

Several warriors rushed in, and grabbed him out without saying a word.

What are you doing, I'm completing the final alchemy, saving Master Jing Wubian's elixir. Yun Zhonghe shouted angrily.

The warrior leader sneered disdainfully, and said lightly: You still want to save Young Master Jing Wubian just with the alchemy made from rotten watermelons like you? Idiots!

Next, they completely ignored Yun Zhonghe's struggle and dragged him out.

Yun Zhonghe said angrily: It's only two hours away from my elixir, and it will be completed in two hours. Mr. Jing Wubian will be saved. You are all murderers.

Regardless of the leaders of the warriors, they directly lifted Yun Zhonghe and walked towards a certain place.

Yun Zhonghe said: Where are you taking me?

The warrior leader said: Send the last journey.

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A quarter of an hour later, Yun Zhonghe appeared in the magnificent ward.

It turned out that the warriors who tied Yunzhonghe here were Jing Wubian's confidant warriors, and they asked him to send Jing Wubian for the last journey.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but Jing Wubian is in such a miserable state.

His whole body was swollen, with multiple ulcers, swollen lymph nodes, and bloodshot eyes.

Because of the high fever, the whole person looks like a red-hot prawn.

Now, within a day, his waking hours don't add up to more than one hour.

Yun Aotian, I'm going to die. Jing Wubian said weakly: I can feel that I'm going to die, but I'm not sad, it just feels weird, like the feeling of not finishing shit, empty, Get stuck again.

Before you die, don't use such a disgusting metaphor.

Before I die, I have a very, very important question to ask you. Jing Boundless said.

Yun Zhonghe said: You ask.

Jing Wubian said: When you were bragging before, you said that your literature can govern the country and your martial arts can heal flowers and willows. I was very curious at that time, but I was too embarrassed to ask.

Yun Zhonghe said: Could it be that you have flowers and willows?

Jing Wubian said: No, I'm just curious, why is Wu Neng treating Hualiu? What's the relationship between treating Hualiu and martial arts? If I don't understand this question, I really don't want to die.

Me, my day!

You are really crazy, you are going to die, and you still care about this kind of brain damage.

Yun Zhonghe seriously explained: Before this, there was no cure for flowers and willows, and my so-called cure is to cut and cure forever. Isn't the use of a knife the same as martial arts?

Hahaha... so it is so, so it is so... Jing Wubian laughed loudly, but he coughed frantically again, and blood froth spewed out from the corner of his mouth.

In just a few days, the lung infection was so severe? Why is this immunity so poor, isn't it?

Jing Wubian said: Cut it off, can it be cured?

No, but at least I won't harm others. Yun Zhonghe said.

So that's how it is, that's how it is. Jing Wubian said: Aotian, you are still so interesting and you speak nicely, it really makes people hate seeing each other later.

After saying a word, Jing Boundless panted in pain, as if every word he said was exhausting his vitality.

Jing Wubian said: I'm going to die, and I don't have any regrets. After all, I didn't seek death once or twice. But the person I'm most worried about is you...

My day, even if you are about to die, don't talk so ambiguously, okay?

Yun Zhonghe's hairs shivered for a while, half moved, half awkward, his whole body was hot and dry, and the circles of his eyes were also a little hot.

Jing Wubian said: Other people, whether it's my mother, my sister, or Leng Bi, or Yafu, they are all powerful, and it's not my turn to worry.

Only you, Yun Aotian, are fatherless and a lunatic. I am a useless person, and the only person who can protect me is you, a lonely, poor lunatic.

After I'm dead, Yafu will kill you, and sister Leng Bi will kill you too. So while I'm still alive and I have my last breath, let's give you my last protection, let's go, let's go!

Then, Jing Wubian coughed violently again, and ordered tremblingly: Come here, take Yun Aotian away, send it out of the city lord's mansion, and send it out of Cracking Wind City, the farther the better, go, go, go! Live, live! ...

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