Planar Trash

Hearing him mention Cheng Jingchi, Ji Xingwu seemed to remember something, picked up the canvas bag on the ground, flipped through it, and finally took out a wooden box engraved with light golden patterns.

"Is this it?" Ji Xingwu asked.

Qiao Baishu nodded, took the box over, opened it and saw that there were two ginseng wrapped in yellow silk lying in the box.

The two branches of ginseng are rare five-pin leaves, yellow-white skin, delicate and smooth, lush branches and leaves, round reed-shaped base is strong and short, and the middle trunk of the ginseng-shaped reed is full of jujube-pit-shaped scorpions.The main bodies of the two ginsengs are seven centimeters long and nearly four centimeters thick. They have two splayed legs, and the longest main beard is tens of centimeters. They have a graceful posture.

Qiao Baishu only took one look, and he knew that this wild ginseng was at least a hundred years old, a rare and rare treasure.

Qiao Baishu's attitude towards his nephew's ability to bring out some precious wild herbs from time to time has changed from being shocked at the beginning to now being completely unafraid and very calm.

"Good ginseng." Mr. Ji is old and has seen many good things. When he saw these two ginseng, he knew the price was extraordinary, so he immediately praised them.

If it wasn't for the fact that his favorite little grandson was lying in the isolation ward, the old man would probably be even more excited.

But now unless it is an elixir that can heal the bones of the dead, no matter how expensive it is, he will not be interested.

Uncle Ji was in almost the same mood.

No matter how good ginseng is, it won't help Ji Xinglan's current situation much.

Ji Xingwu was not polite, took out a ginseng from the box, and said, "How do you use this?"

Qiao Baishu said: "I'm afraid I can't swallow it like this. Is there a kitchen? I'll cut two pieces and cook a bowl of ginseng soup."

Lu Yao hurriedly said: "The hospital has a canteen, you can borrow it from them."

Qiao Baishu actually didn't really want to boil the medicine his nephew gave him in the public cafeteria, but now that the conditions are here, there is really nothing to be picky about, so he went downstairs with Ji Xingwu.

The guards had already gone down to make arrangements, and at this point in time, all the workers in the cafeteria had already gone home from get off work, so it was easy to borrow.

"Go to the nearby shopping mall to see if there is any ginseng cup." Qiao Baishu looked around, but didn't find what he wanted, so he instructed Ji Xingwu to go outside to see if he could buy it.

Without saying a word, Ji Xingwu turned around and left.

Qiao Baishu wasn't idle either, he searched around and took out a wooden cutting board and a steamer, cleaned them and kept them for later use.

Ji Xingwu came back soon, opened the plastic bag, gave him the ceramic ginseng cup he bought, and said, "Can this be used?"

At this point, many supermarkets are closed. He went to several stores all the way before finally buying it.

"This is fine." Qiao Baishu cleaned the ginseng cup, boiled it in boiling water, cut a few slices of ginseng, put water in the cup, covered it, and steamed it in a steamer.

When he was cooking ginseng soup, Ji Xingwu couldn't intervene, so he stayed with him.

"I still have a while here, if you are tired, find a place to rest, and I will call you when you are done." Qiao Baishu stared at the fire without blinking, paying attention to adjusting the fire at any time.

Ji Xingwu shook his head, dragged a chair over, and sat down with his hands resting on the back of the chair, his face full of exhaustion.

Qiao Baishu knew that Ji Xinglan was in a bad mood because of the accident, so he didn't say those pale and useless words of comfort, but just paid more attention to the changes in the ginseng soup.

After the water boiled in a while, he adjusted the fire and switched to a low fire to cook.

Neither of them spoke, and the air was a little dull.

Qiao Baishu stared at the water vapor rising from the steamer, a little lost in thought.

In fact, he is not sure whether this ginseng is useful or not, he is just doing his best to obey the destiny.

Suddenly, the buzzing of the mobile phone broke the suffocating silence. Qiao Baishu touched his pocket and saw Cheng Jingchi's number on the phone's caller ID. He remembered that he had promised to call him and Grandpa Qiao as soon as he arrived in Kyoto. , I forget when I get busy.

"Jingchi called." He said and quickly picked up the phone, "Jingchi?"

"Uncle, have you been to Kyoto? How is the situation there?"

"It's already here, and I'm in the hospital now." He glanced at Ji Xingwu, who was silent with a wooden face, and said truthfully, "The doctor said that it was acute radiation sickness from external exposure caused by sudden exposure to high-intensity radiation, and the situation is very serious now. not good."

Cheng Jing on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment. Like Qiao Baishu, he also thought that Ji Xinglan was seriously injured due to trauma, so he picked two ginseng plants with the best quality in Qiankun Zhuli and asked Qiao Baishu to bring them here.

But if it is radiation sickness, it is estimated that the effect will be limited.

"Now? What are you doing?" Cheng Jingchi asked.

"I cut up two slices of ginseng you gave me, and boiled a bowl of ginseng soup and poured it down for him to try, but the effect may not be great."

"Don't worry, uncle, I'll check to see if there are any useful medicinal materials." Cheng Jingchi said something, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Your uncle's phone is connected?" Grandpa Qiao also ran over when he heard the news, and asked.

"Well. He has already arrived in the capital." Cheng Jingchi comforted him, "Grandpa, don't worry, it's not the first time for my uncle to go to the capital. Brother Wu is still here, so it's fine."

Grandpa Qiao glanced at him: "Where's Ji's over there? The injured child?"

Cheng Jingchi thought about it, and decided not to tell Grandpa Qiao. The old man is old, so he won't have to think about it.

"I don't know. It seems to be serious. It's too late today. I'll ask my uncle tomorrow."

It's already past ten o'clock in the evening.

His grandfather's life has always been very regular. If there is no special unexpected situation, he will go to bed at ten o'clock. This has not changed for so many years, and Cheng Jing does not want to disrupt his daily routine because of this.

Grandpa Qiao looked at him suspiciously, but didn't say much, and went back to his room with his clothes on.

Cheng Jingchi closed the door, sat cross-legged on the bed, found out the medicine refining notes of the unlucky alchemist who had picked up earlier, and wanted to check if there was any corresponding elixir that could relieve the condition.

However, there is a huge gap between the world of warriors and the world of ordinary people on earth, and the medical system between the two worlds is completely different.

Most of the records in the medicine refining notes are some relatively high-level pills such as improving cultivation base, improving mental power and restoring spiritual power. There are very few introductions on how to treat radiation sickness. Of course, there are some because of this alchemist's notes The master's medicine refining skills are limited, and most of the prescriptions recorded in it are low-level and intermediate-level prescriptions, and the prescriptions are incomplete.

There is no ready-made elixir for treating radiation sickness, so Cheng Jingchi can only start from another aspect.

Direct radiation damage generally manifests as cell necrosis, inability to proliferate new tissues, decreased resistance, body bleeding, body surface ulcers, prone to repeated infections, tumors, leukemia, etc.

Cheng Jingchi focused on the repair of viscera, improving immunity, reducing hematopoietic damage and anti-bleeding. He actually found two similar prescriptions.

One of them is Yangxue Pill.

As the name suggests, Yangxue Pill mainly has the function of enriching blood, nourishing blood and purifying blood.In the world of warriors, fighting against the sky, not only against the sky, but also against people and other creatures on the mainland, it is inevitable that you will suffer various injuries.Yangxue Pill can not only replenish the lost qi and blood, but also strengthen the hematopoietic function of the body's blood vessels and organs, which is very suitable for Ji Xinglan's current situation.

There is also the Peiyuan Pill, which can strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality, and nourish the damaged viscera, and it also has an excellent effect on relieving Ji Xinglan's current condition.

However, both prescriptions are tertiary prescriptions.Cheng Jingchi currently refines the highest level of medicine, which is the second-level medicine. As for Ningbi Pill, it is a fourth-level medicine, but what he has refined is only a copycat version of Ningbi Pill. If the range is reduced, it can only be regarded as a prescription above the second level and below the third level at most.

With his current cultivation level, it is no problem to refine the second-level pill, but the third-level is very reluctant, and there is another most important problem.

Spiritual fire is required to refine the third-level elixir. Ordinary open fire can no longer reach the temperature required for refining elixir, and it is not easy to control.

Alchemy is not an easy task!

Yangxue Pill and Peiyuan Pill cannot be refined now, and there is no rush, so we can only take it slowly.

Cheng Jingchi was not idle either, she took a few mutated ginseng and elixir from the Qiankun Pearl, extracted the medicinal liquid, and packed it in a porcelain bottle engraved with the spirit pattern of Chu Ling.

It was already 03:30 in the morning, and Li Zhan had already returned from get off work.

Regardless of how late it was, Cheng Jingchi called Qiao Baishu directly.

"Jingchi? Why haven't you slept so late?" Qiao Baishu's voice was full of surprise, a little tired, but very clear-headed, and it was obvious that he hadn't fallen asleep until now.

"Ah, I woke up." Cheng Jingchi scratched her head and said, "How is brother Wu's cousin doing now?"

"I made some ginseng soup and drank it for him. I don't know how he is doing now." Qiao Baishu replied on the other end of the phone.

of course.

Ginseng is not a panacea, where can a bowl of ginseng soup be fed to bring the dead back to life.

Cheng Jingchi thought about it, and asked again: "Where are you now? At Ji's house or in the hospital?"

"Ah Wu and I are both in the hospital." Qiao Baishu glanced at the empty corridor outside and said.

Mr. Ji is getting old, Uncle Ji still has work tomorrow, and the two have been in the hospital for a whole day. The two brothers Ji Xingwu managed to persuade them to go home.

Ji Mingxiu was still a child, and then Ji Xingwu and Qiao Baishu simply persuaded Ji Xingxian's family to go back, leaving only Qiao Baishu and Ji Xingwu to guard.

They haven't eaten until now. Ah Wu went out to buy food just now, but he hasn't come back yet.

Cheng Jingchi let out an "oh" and said in a low voice, "Ah, I made something that might help Brother Wu and his cousin's condition. I just said it's possible. Ask Brother Wu if they need it? Yes." If so, I will find a way to send it back to Kyoto."

Qiao Baishu opened his mouth, and was about to answer when the familiar sound of steady footsteps sounded outside the door, and then the door was pushed open from the outside, and Ji Xingwu walked in carrying two steaming lunch boxes.

"Whose phone number?" Ji Xingwu dragged a chair over, took out the lunch box from the plastic bag, put it on the chair, and greeted him, "Come and eat."

"Jingchi called." Qiao Baishu frowned and said, "Just now Jingchi said that he got something that might help Ah Lan's condition, and asked if we need it? If necessary, he will find a way to find someone Send it to Kyoto."

Ji Xingwu raised his hand: "Call me."

Qiao Baishu handed him the phone, he didn't hang up just now, Cheng Jingchi was still online.

Ji Xingwu didn't ask what it was at all, and said directly: "Are you in the city or the town now? I'll ask my friend to go find you directly, and then ask him to take the earliest flight to Kyoto."

"I'm in town." Cheng Jingchi originally thought that if there was no one there, he would go to the capital by himself, and it would be the same if Brother Wu had friends over.

"I see. I'll send someone to pick it up right away." Ji Xingwu took out his phone and started dialing the number.

"Well, Brother Wu, I don't know if this will work or not, so don't have too much hope." Cheng Jingchi didn't know the specific situation of Ji Xinglan, and he didn't know whether the ginseng liquid had any effect on his condition, or whether it had any effect. No matter how old they are, I don't want to let them have a happy time, so let me explain in advance.

"It's okay, anyway, it's a dead horse as a living horse doctor now." Ji Xingwu said, and hung up the phone.

An hour later, Cheng Jingchi heard the sound of a car coming from outside, and knew that it should be Brother Wu's friend.

He hurriedly packed several porcelain bottles in boxes and ran to the door.

A tall, 30-year-old man with a serious face was standing on the side of the road, holding a mobile phone and looking like he was about to make a call, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he was stunned for a moment, then turned around, "Mr. Cheng Jingchi?"

Cheng Jingchi nodded: "Are you Brother Wu's friend?"

"Yes, Ah Wu said you have something to send back to the capital?" The man replied sternly, with a serious tone, and just listening to his voice made people feel that he was a very reliable person.

"Oh, yes." Cheng Jingchi handed him the box in her hand and said, "This is it, please."

The man took it, nodded at him, turned back to the car and started the car.

There is a flight at 06:30 in the morning, and he has to drive to the airport immediately.

"I don't know if that ginseng liquid is useful." Cheng Jingchi said after watching the man leave, crossing his arms.

"You have tried your best." Li Zhan followed behind him, closed the door, and walked into the house with him.

"I hope it will be useful." Cheng Jingchi climbed onto the bed, completely sleepless now.

If he had a higher level of refining medicine, it would be great if he could refine Yangxue Pill and Peiyuan Pill, and the effect would be better.

And the medicine cauldron and spirit fire are also a problem.

It's really as deep as the sea once you enter the practice, and you will be a passerby leisurely from then on.

"It's too late to go to bed, it's useless for you to think so much now, let's rest first, and wait until tomorrow...it's dawn." Li Zhan lay down together with his arms around him, and pulled the blanket to cover the two of them.

Cheng Jingchi felt that what Li Zhan said made sense, so she stopped struggling and closed her eyes to sleep.

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a light knock on the door.

Qiao Baishu woke up suddenly from sleep, opened his eyes and saw that Ji Xingwu's coat was covering his body.

The morning sun meanders in, falls in front of the window, and shines on his face.

He raised his hand to cover his forehead, until his eyes adjusted to the bright light, and he was fully awake.

Ji Xingwu got up before him, opened the door, and a serious man walked in with a simple wooden box.

"Brother Wu, this is what Mr. Cheng asked me to deliver." The man handed him the wooden box in his hand.

"Thank you." Ji Xingwu said.

Anyway, he accepted the favor by sending him the things overnight.

"Brother Wu, why are you being polite to me?" The man glanced inside and asked, "How's the situation?"

Ji Xingwu's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer.

That person also knew that he had asked a stupid question, and seeing Ji Xinglan's appearance, he also knew that the situation was not good.

The man stayed there for a few minutes and then left. Qiao Baishu came over and opened the wooden box. He saw six porcelain bottles inside, and knew that it must be the potion Cheng Jingchi had made.

He had seen this medicine bottle a lot, and knew that it was Cheng Jingchi's bottle for medicine.

He opened one of the bottles, and suddenly a strong medicinal fragrance came over.

"This is ginseng essence. It doesn't feel quite like it, and the taste is a bit more complicated." Qiao Baishu sniffed it and frowned.

He and Qiao Waiping used to drink the medicinal liquid stewed by Cheng Jingchi in water, but this bottle was a little different from what they usually drank. The sweet and bitter taste has been diluted a lot.

Just smelling it lifted his sleepy spirit a lot.

Ji Xingwu didn't care what was in the porcelain bottle at all, he picked up a bottle and asked, "How do I use this? Do you drink it directly?"

"Wait, I'll call and ask." Qiao Baishu was a little uncertain, and regardless of the time being too early, he called Cheng Jingchi.

After getting the affirmative answer to drink it directly and the dosage each time, he and Li Zhan put on isolation suits, and after entering the ward, it took a lot of effort to make Ji Xinglan, who was already unconscious, swallow the elixir.

The two of them didn't know whether it would work or not, and they kept waiting in the waiting area.

The doctor in the duty room stayed up all night and kept paying attention to Ji Xinglan's situation. At first he thought that Ji Xinglan would not be able to survive the night, but when he changed shifts the next morning, he did not see any movement in the ward. It was strange and at the same time I feel relieved.

Even in Kyoto, the Ji family can be regarded as a prestigious family. If Ji Xinglan died while he was on duty, even though it was not his responsibility, the Ji family would not have any opinion on him because of this. great.

In the morning, when the doctor came to check on Ji Xinglan, he found that Ji Xinglan's vital signs were a little more stable than yesterday, and he couldn't help being surprised.

Ji Xinglan's whole body was exposed to high-intensity radiation sources like this, and the organs of the whole body were severely damaged. The cells were completely necrotic, and it was impossible to proliferate new tissues. Moreover, the vital signs at that time were very weak, and he was basically a half-dead person.

Everyone thought that he wouldn't be able to survive that night, but they didn't expect that after one night, the situation was actually a little bit better than yesterday.

Could it be that the physique of soldiers is so tough?