Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty-Three The Book of Merit of the Little Medicine Master actually lights up eight lamps!
Not long after Jiang Yao was summoned by the big medicine owner, a news spread out of the county magistrate's office, shocking the entire Yong City.
Ye Tianhen, the great medicine master, officially appointed Jiang Yao as the small medicine master and was promoted to the master of Chinese medicine!
Not to mention this, the big medicine owner also ordered that from now on, the small medicine owner Jiang Yao will take charge of the disaster relief and anti-drug strategy, and have full authority to dispatch the doctors, troops, and materials involved in the disaster relief!
It is tantamount to saying that the important matter of fighting against viruses and epidemics will be entrusted to the small medicine master Jiang Yao.
Jiang Yao suddenly gained great power and became the core figure in commanding disaster relief.
The entire epidemic area has hundreds of thousands of troops and eight thousand doctors, all controlled by ginger medicine!
All the soldiers and civilians in the city also knew that in order to develop new medicines, the little drug owner turned into a gray-haired old man in just a few days, and everyone who saw him was moved.
They also heard that the little medicine owner’s merit book lit up five lamps overnight!
It can be seen that even the Lotus Deng Empress was moved by the virtue of the young medicine owner.
However, the poisonous epidemic is so dangerous, can the little medicine owner who takes over really turn the tide, quell the poisonous epidemic, and save the Baolian Kingdom?
Although many people want to believe it, they still dare not believe it.
Soon, all the gas masks invented by the small drug owners were distributed to doctors and soldiers on the front line of the anti-drug war.
As soon as 30,000 gas masks are issued, they will be effective immediately.
As long as you have a gas mask, your anti-virus ability is greatly increased and the infection rate is greatly reduced!
At this time, even a fool knows what the gas mask invented by the little drug owner means.
This means that as long as gas masks are widely promoted, the spread of the virus epidemic will be effectively curbed.
Not only can you buy valuable time, but you can also kill poisonous insects more effectively.
Because of this gas mask, everyone’s confidence and fighting spirit were ignited again!
Coincidentally, on the third day after the distribution of gas masks, a large-scale wave of poisonous insects struck again.
All kinds of poisonous insects, carrying poisonous diseases, are surging in overwhelmingly.
The second, larger and more brutal defense battle of Yong City began.
Jiang Yao handed over the defense of the city to Cui Wei and other Eight Immortals, and stepped up his own efforts to build a simple generator.
He found a magnet, had gold drawn into threads, made into wires, and then painted with paint as an insulating layer.
Gold in this world is not currency, but jewelry and high-end tableware. It is not difficult to find. If there is no copper wire or iron wire, we can only use gold wire instead.
Of course, gold wire actually conducts electricity much better than copper wire.
Finally, a large brush was made.
These are all due to the physics education Jiang Yao received in China.
Making a generator with your own hands is also one of the experiments in physics class.
However, in a classical ecological environment, the difficulty is different when using native materials to make a generator without any modern materials.
Jiang Yao spent five full days of work and finally, with the help of a group of sergeants, made five hand-cranked small generators.
Just do a simple experiment and you can generate electricity!
"Send the order, molten salt!" As soon as the original generator was completed, Jiang Yao ordered the second step.
Use an iron-making boiler to melt salt!
That is to say, the salt is converted from solid form to liquid form as electrolyte.
The melting point of salt, Jiang Yao remembers, is about 800 degrees Celsius. The temperature of iron-making furnaces in this world has exceeded a thousand degrees, so there is no problem at all.
Jiang Yao gave an order, and the salt that had been prepared long ago was sent to the boiler and smelted over high fire using a blower.
In less than half an hour, the temperature of the furnace was already very high, definitely over 800 degrees. The salt in the boiler was smelted into liquid salt (not salt water, but liquid salt. Salt water does not work)
Finally, Jiang Yao asked people to shake the handle and insert both ends of the wire into the hot boiler.
The melting point of gold is more than a thousand degrees, and the wire will not melt for a while, so the electrolysis reaction finally begins.
White metal particles soon appeared.
At the same time, streams of pungent gas (chlorine gas) volatilized and were discharged through the pipe prepared by ginger medicine, while the firewood pile was burning at the mouth of the pipe.
Chlorine is highly toxic and has stronger oxidizing and combustion-supporting effects than oxygen. When highly toxic chlorine comes into contact with burning firewood, it takes away the combustion-supporting role of oxygen and participates in the combustion of firewood to generate carbon tetrachloride.
As a result, the highly toxic chlorine gas was eliminated without causing any harm.
The cathode of the wire began to absorb a large amount of white metal.
sodium!
The experiment successfully electrolyzed sodium!
Jiang Yao directed everyone to follow the same method, and in just one day, thousands of kilograms of sodium were produced!
Sodium is a very reactive metal and can easily oxidize. In order to preserve the sodium, Ginger Medicine sealed it with wax oil and hid it in a porcelain bottle.
Outside, thanks to the effect of 30,000 gas masks, the attack of the insect tide was finally repelled again.
However, the number of people who have died from the epidemic in various places has exceeded 500,000!
The corpses could not be disposed of, and there was not enough potion to soak the corpses. As a result, many corpses quickly rotted and turned into more poisonous insects.
A new round of large-scale virus epidemic is brewing.
"Time! What we lack most is time!"
Jiang Yao, who had already moved into the county government office, told everyone, "As long as we control the spread of the virus within half a month and wait until new gas masks and new drugs arrive, we will be able to take the initiative!"
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On the fifth day after the insect tide receded, amid Jiang Yao and everyone's anxiety, four items, including armadillo sheep urine, cryptohorn worms, flint nest stones, and white bone marrow, finally arrived in sufficient quantities!
In order to collect these four items in sufficient quantity within ten days, Gu Qinghuan not only mobilized 20,000 soldiers and horses, but also mobilized hundreds of thousands of civilians.
Ginger Yao asked for a thousand kilograms of each item, but in fact everything exceeded a thousand kilograms, and it was overfulfilled.
"Everything is ready, let's start refining the new medicine!"
Jiang Yao immediately invited the Eight Immortals, and with a gesture of good wine and meat, he cupped his fists and said:
"Seniors, you have worked hard to defend the city these days, and your merit books are all lit up. Now all five medicines are ready, except for the most important immortal blood."
"I need at least a hundred kilograms of blood. Including Xiao Hei and I, there are exactly ten people. Each person will give out ten kilograms of blood..."
What? Ten pounds of blood per person?
How much blood can one person have?
The blood of strong men like Pan Zhen and Cui Wei only costs about ten kilograms. The blood of a slim woman like Li Xixia only costs about eight kilograms.
Your ginger medicine will make us lose ten pounds of blood at once. Isn’t that fatal?
Even death is not enough.
I'm afraid only Xiaohei, a big black dog weighing more than 200 pounds, can produce ten pounds of blood.
Jiang Yao looked at everyone's expressions and quickly explained: "Well, it's not ten pounds of blood at one time, but two times. Five pounds at a time. You are all immortals, there must be no problem."
"Ten days later, when you guys have recovered, I'll give you five more pounds."
"Okay, I'll go out!" Cui Wei was the first to support, "Five pounds is five pounds, and you won't fall."
If a real mortal were to bleed like this once, they would be seeking death. But for them, it is not difficult.
Li Xixia gritted her teeth and said, "My blood is only eight jins, and it's only five jins!"
At that moment, everyone raised their knives and started bleeding from their wrists.
Immortals are immortals after all. Real mortals would not dare to do such a large-scale bloodletting.
Jiang Yao had already prepared a wooden barrel to hold the blood.
He himself also cut his wrists, and blood flowed out like a spring.
After five kilograms of blood was drained, Jiang Yao's face was as white as paper and his eyes were black. Set off by his pale hair, he looked like a corpse in a tomb.
He is not an immortal. Once five pounds of blood is drained, he will become even weaker.
After five kilograms of blood was released from the Eight Immortals, their faces were all pale, especially the four fairies, including Li Xixia and Luo Lingxi, who looked as horrifying as corpses.
However, Jiang Yao was in the worst condition. After all, his cultivation level was not even that of Mahayana.
Finally, Xiao Hei also injected five pounds of dog blood.
It has a lot of dog blood. Although it makes its limbs weak from the five pounds of dog blood, it can completely bear it.
"Jiang Yao, can you prepare new medicine in this state?" Li Xixia asked worriedly.
After she said this, her feet felt a little weak.
Jiang Yao stood up tremblingly, already looking like an old man. He was five pounds of blood, and even his originally straight back was a little rickety.
Everyone sighed when they saw him like this.
Originally, Jiang Yao was the youngest one, still a teenager. But now, he looks like the oldest one, like a big brother to everyone.
Jiang Yao seemed to be prepared. He picked up the crutches that he had prepared... and leaned on them.
Only this time, there was no snake on the wooden stick, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
"I'm fine, it's just five pounds of blood."
Jiang Yao leaned on a walking stick and stepped forward tremblingly, "The most difficult task has been done. The next work is actually very easy. You can help me do it."
"Ahem..." At this point, the little medicine owner couldn't help coughing violently.
After days of high-intensity operation of the medicine spirit body to deduce the prescription, and the loss of five kilograms of precious blood, his body suffered a great loss and began to run out of fuel.
When the Eight Immortals saw Jiang Yao's appearance, they looked at each other and saw four words in their eyes: The oil is gone and the lamp is dry!
Perhaps Jiang Yao himself didn't know this, but the Eight Immortals could see that Jiang Yao might not have long to live, maybe he would die in a few years.
Only if you are still alive after a few years can you be considered escaped.
After all, he is not an immortal and cannot withstand such wear and tear.
However, none of the eight people said a word. Without telling Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao might be able to survive the next few years.
However, for the first time, they looked at Jiang Yao with a hint of respect.
Xiao Hei looked at the dying Jiang Yao, his throat sobbed and his eyes shed tears.
As a monster, it is keenly aware that its master's condition is not good.
"I'll carry it." Pan Zhen took the wooden bucket containing fifty kilograms of blood, "Brother Jiang, you go into seclusion first... Oh, go and rest first. Leave the rest to us."
Li Xixia also nodded and said: "We will do the concocting of the medicine, and you can go and rest. Don't forget, I am also a medicine master after all."
Jiang Yao felt dizzy. He shook his white head and said with a smile: "Okay. I am old and have low energy, so I'll excuse you."
Pan Zhen laughed and said, "Old guy, you're pretty good at pretending!"
Everyone smiled when they heard this. The atmosphere seemed relaxed, but they felt a little sad in their hearts.
Although Jiang Yao came the latest, has the lowest cultivation level, and is the youngest, she has become the pillar of the lay community.
If Jiang Zhongda falls, their chances of leaving this world will be even slimmer, and their lives will be even more difficult.
Emotionally and rationally, they all hoped that Jiang Yao would be safe and sound.
Jiang Yao felt really tired, so she had to rest for a day to catch her breath before talking.
He also knew that his body would collapse at any time.
As soon as Jiang Yao left, Gu Qinghuan came over. When she saw the pale Cui Wei, her heart suddenly sank.
"Cui Lang, why do you seem to be sick..."
"I'm fine, I just lost five pounds of blood... I'll be fine in a few days."
"What? The new medicine still needs your blood?"
"That's right. Not only us, but also Jiang Yao also lost five pounds of blood..."
When Gu Qinghuan learned of the situation, he hurriedly reported it to the great pharmacist.
Soon, everyone learned the news.
The little medicine owner and others used blood as medicine, and their vitality was greatly reduced!
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after one day.
In the medicine shop, Li Xixia frowned slightly and said, "No, we still need Jiang Yao, the medicine spirit, to take action himself."
Several others were also at a loss.
Mi Qiluo also nodded and said: "Yes. This new medicine is said to be an ordinary medicine, but except for our own blood, we are not sure about the compatibility of the five medicines."
"We have no cultivation and cannot sense the subtle differences."
Cui Wei also sighed: "It is impossible to concoct it in proportion, because the purity of the medicinal materials is different and cannot be quantified. We still have to rely on the continuous deduction and adjustment of the medicinal spirit body."
Li Xixia shook her head: "Jiang Yao is still resting. With his condition, it is not appropriate to waste time on running the Yao Spirit Body to deduce it now, but I really can't deduce it."
All eight of them were helpless.
This world's ban on immortals like them is really too powerful.
Let them have the cultivation and powerful knowledge of a great immortal, but they can't use it at all.
Just like a poor man with a lot of resources, he is obviously rich, but he can't spend even a piece of spiritual jade.
Not to mention how depressing it is.
"Let's try again. Don't disturb Jiang Yao yet." Pan Zhen said, "The movement of Yao's spirit body in a forbidden land is the most draining of effort. Let him wait for two more days."
But as soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came: "I'd better do it."
When everyone turned around, they saw an old man hobbling over with a cane, followed closely by a big black dog.
It's exactly ginger medicine.
Jiang Yao shook his white head and paused the crutch in his hand, "I know that this procedure must be done by me."
"So, I have no intention of taking a rest."
Cui Wei said: "Don't be so impatient. You should rest for two days. If you continue to use the medicine spirit body at this time, it will hurt your longevity."
"Jiang Yao, it's better to wait. There's no rush in these two days." Li Xixia also said, "It's too painful to run the medicine spirit body. You need to rest now."
Jiang Yao sighed: "Why don't I want to slow down? Now when I turn Yao's spirit body, I feel severe pain in my heart. I really lost my vitality some time ago."
"But I can't slow down. The latest news is that the poisonous insects are coming back again, and they are spreading outward. In ten days at most, they can sweep through all surrounding counties."
"The corpses of people who died from the poisonous epidemic cannot be collected. There are also poisonous fish in the river, which can penetrate the river dam and enter other counties along the river..."
"If there is no new drug that can cure the poisonous epidemic within five days, there will be no need to fight against the poison..."
When Jiang Yao said this, he turned Bai Huahua's head and looked outside the city with a gloomy and desolate tone:
"Now, Yongcheng is looking at us, Yongxian is looking at us, and the entire Baolian Kingdom is looking at us."
He slapped his cane hard and said, "I came here to seek refuge from trouble, but I didn't expect that I would become the person who protects the more than 90 million people of Baolian Kingdom!"
"You are all ancient immortals, powerful beings with a great reputation. When you went to the Black Abyss, you never expected that you would be trapped here and become a big tree that can protect you from the wind and rain."
"Yes!" Pan Zhen snapped, "Jiang Yao, Jiang Yao, what you said is great. Never did we think that we would become the people who protect the world from wind and rain."
"However, you are the one who really protects you from the wind and rain! Not me, not him. We are just foils!"
"But I won't feel wronged by being your foil!"
Jiang Yao raised his head and looked at the sky, "A real man has things to do and things not to do, and he does his best to listen to the destiny."
After speaking, he walked forward and sat down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and used the medicine spirit body to deduce it again.
A sharp pain came through her heart, and Jiang Yao couldn't help but feel a little sweetness in her throat.
Vast amounts of information were swirling around in Jiang Yao's mind. The combinations and arrangements of various medicinal rhymes were deduced, and Jiang Yao's head almost exploded.
Yao Ling Body is like a supercomputer. Under high-intensity running calculations, a large amount of data is generated every moment.
This of course requires a lot of energy to deal with.
Gradually, Jiang Yao's vision became darker and darker, but the deductions in his mind became clearer and clearer.
What he didn't know was that everyone around him was looking at him with worried eyes.
The Eight Immortals saw that Jiang Yao's skin and hair withered at a speed visible to the naked eye and became older.
It was as if his vitality and longevity had been swallowed up.
Suddenly, Jiang Yao picked up a pen and wrote down the formula of the new medicine: "One part blood, seven and five parts sodium, eight and three parts worms, seven and nine parts white bone marrow..."
"Boil it once, boil it twice, then seal it with honey. Each pill weighs one and a half... Take it with light wine. One pill will take effect and you won't be poisoned again..."
As soon as he finished writing the derivation results, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body tilted and fell softly. "Ginger medicine!"
"Woof! Woof woof!"
The Eight Immortals and Xiao Hei grabbed it together.
Not long after, two big pieces of news detonated the whole city.
The first is the great news: "The new prescription formula has finally been developed by the little herbalist. The little herbalist said that one pill is effective and no longer poisonous!"
Nowadays, new drugs are being manufactured in large quantities according to the formulas and processing methods of small drug owners.
The second news was bad news: "In order to develop a new drug, the young drug owner not only worked hard, but also bled his blood to use it as medicine, causing his vitality to be severely damaged, old and unconscious!"
The big drug owner and others judged that the new drug was indeed successfully developed, but they saw that the little drug owner seemed to be dying, and they were filled with sorrow and joy.
When the soldiers and civilians in the city heard the two news, they felt a mixture of sadness and joy. Under the great joy, they were also worried about the safety of the little medicine owner.
I don’t know how many people took the initiative to go to the temple in the city to pray for ginger medicine and burn incense.
Immediately afterwards, another news came: the little medicine owner's merit book actually lit up eight lamps!
Eight lights!!
In the entire Baolian Kingdom, the people with the brightest merits are the Great Medicine Master and the Great Regent, but these two are only seven lamps, and they are nearly a hundred years old!
The little medicine owner actually lit up eight lamps so quickly!
Legend has it that in the history of Baolian Kingdom, the only person who could light up eight lamps in the merit book was Jiang Sheng, Jiang Jiuyin thousands of years ago!
The little medicine owner also happens to be named Jiang. Is this a coincidence?
Just as the soldiers and civilians in the city were feeling sad and happy, another piece of bad news came.
The detective reported that because there were too many people and beasts that had died of poisoning and illness, there was no time to dispose of the corpses, and a large number of corpse borers appeared.
The poisonous plague carried by these corpse locusts is more violent, and they can also fly short distances like locusts.
As long as it comes into contact with it, you will be poisoned and infected immediately.
Nowadays, the tide of zombie worms has become a new source of terrifying poison.
I don't know how many corpse moths and other poisonous insects came to Yong City.
As the safest and most populous place in the epidemic area, Yongcheng has aroused great hostility from the insect tide.
They are like mosquitoes to living creatures when they see blood. Wherever there is the breath of life, they will be attracted and turn it into a dead zone!
coming!
ps: Brother Yao is down, the poisonous insects are coming, and I am tired. Good night, Crab!