"How sure are you?" Zhu Yan asked.

Yuanqiu sighed and shook his head: "five points!" If there is advanced medical equipment, it is not difficult for her to cultivate streptomycin, but now in ancient times, there are too many things missing, she is not very sure.

There are also prescriptions for plague in traditional Chinese medicine, which are recorded in grandfather's medical books, and the drugs needed are all ordinary things, which are not rare. It's just that the effect of traditional Chinese medicine is not as fast as that of Western medicine, and because of different systems, some people take them effectively, while others don't, so she simply abandoned the traditional Chinese medicine and directly prepared to cultivate streptomycin.

She thought a little, wrote down a prescription, and noted some precautions when contacting patients, so as to avoid being infected.

"And what is this?" Zhu Yan took the prescription from Yuanqiu, looked at the beautiful handwriting, and asked.

"This is a medicine that can prevent infection. If you send people to Chenzhi County, you can order a large number of people to boil and distribute it for free, which can reduce the risk of infection."

Zhu Yan just left with the prescription in her hand. She wrote another copy of the same prescription and asked Xing Fang to arrange someone to decoct the medicine, so that everyone in the house could drink a big bowl and prepare for early prevention.

This time back to Xipo village from the capital, they brought not many people. Most of them were bodyguards. They had first-class Kung Fu, but their living ability was not strong. They could still scrape together the work of decocting medicine. After all, the technology was not high. They could not do anything about building a greenhouse.

Zhu Yan was thinking about whether to send someone to Xiaoyuan town to invite craftsmen, but Yuanqiu only went out once and got back more than a dozen skilled craftsmen.

Zhao Si, who also led the way, took a group of people to find an open space in the Xia mansion and began to work. For them, it was not difficult to build such a house. They had enough hands and didn't stop work at night. They lit a torch and continued to work. They finished the work at noon the next day. According to the drawings drawn by Yuan Qiu, they were half right.

Put smokeless charcoal in the space reserved between the walls and under the floor, and the small house will soon get hot. Yuan Qiu ordered a special person to watch the fire, so as to take and add charcoal at any time, so as to keep the temperature in the house unchanged.

Xing Ying, who went to Xiaoyuan town to buy the necessary supplies, also went back to Xipo village and moved all the things she needed in Yuanqiu into the greenhouse.

Xing Ying knows that Xia Yuanqiu knows how to refine medicine. He can even say he is very proficient in it. But he doesn't understand why Xia Yuanqiu wants such things this time. These things can really save the lives of thousands of victims? Can we really control the outbreak of plague?

Five years ago, King Jing was the commander-in-chief of the first army, while Xing Ying was the deputy general. He was with King Jing and experienced the terrible plague. He thought that the country would be destroyed and people would die. He never forgot his hopeless and helpless mood.

Did not expect that in his lifetime, he had to experience such suffering again, this time, he can get away with it?

The night is as cool as water. The night in the mountains is much cooler than that outside the mountains.

In addition to his three anxieties, Zhu Yan refused to leave. He even had a meal outside the greenhouse. He knocked on the door from time to time and heard the voice of Yuanqiu's response.

No matter how many people will die in the world, no matter how difficult tomorrow's predicament is, he can let go, but Yuanqiu can't do anything.

Xing Fang stood by the pond, looking up at the moon in the sky, looking sad.

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