Qing Yangshuo was woken up by someone calling him in the middle of the night.
Before this, no one had much hope for Liu Zheng's method. But now, some people have started to get better?
That Artemisia vulgaris is actually a miracle medicine for treating malaria?
Qingyang Shuo took a deep breath.
Could it be that my young master is really a god descended from heaven?
He immediately put on his clothes. At this time, the camp outside was already filled with joy.
"Another one!"
"Another one!"
"Master, I don't have a fever anymore, Master!"
"My chills are gone!"
Everyone present was in high spirits, and the military medical officers were particularly fond of the Artemisia odorifera. The doctors’ persistence in the magic medicine was unquestionable. If this Artemisia odorata has such a strong effect on malaria, then it can be regarded as Dragon Flame.
The biggest breakthrough in Dynasty Medical Care!
A discovery that benefits mankind!
Liu Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and slowly fell asleep.
When he woke up, another day had passed.
"How's it going?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Jiang Xuan sitting next to him.
Jiang Xuan was so excited that he was incoherent and danced: "Brother, hahaha, you are so amazing. You are so amazing! Of a thousand people, only thirty died. The others are basically all well today and are still alive."
Some of the symptoms are relieving, and I’m afraid they will all be well within two or three days!”
Liu Zheng smiled and nodded: "Use the same method for the remaining wormwood. Everyone in the Yinzhou army will drink it!"
"ah?"
The faces of several people in the camp changed drastically and they ran out as if they were fleeing.
but.
No one can escape this.
For the sake of safety, everyone must drink wormwood juice. Ninety thousand people were there. The stench was overwhelming and there were many complaints. But compared to the past two days, there was a lot more joy in the team, and there was no despair.
How can you do it without drinking?
The virus is still there.
Malaria is something that can come back again and again.
then.
The 90,000 "smelly troops" happily prepared and set off again.
and.
Although this smelly wormwood tastes bad... but it can save lives. It has become a treasure in the eyes of these 90,000 Yinzhou soldiers. Along the way, as long as you encounter rivers, mountains, valleys, and see the wormwood,
, they wished they could all pull it up and take it away. Liu Zheng naturally didn’t care about them...
His mind has already begun to make calculations.
The yield of Artemisia annua in Liangzhou is really high - then, it is necessary to monopolize its management rights! Suddenly, the idea of starting a pharmaceutical company came to his mind.
joke.
How much money does medicine make?
In the future, will there be anything more profitable than medicine? More importantly, he knows that malaria is not only tormenting Chinese people. Malaria in Africa is even more terrible. It is also found in Europe. If his wormwood
If you sell the juice, wouldn't it be a huge profit?
wrong......
Does this wormwood juice taste good?
As he thought about it, he laughed.
Qingyang Shuo laughed at the side and said, "Young Master has another fantastic idea."
Liu Zheng patted his thigh and laughed and said, "Yinzhou's one-year military expenditure has been received. What do you think, sir?"
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Qingyang Shuo sighed: "The military cost is small, but the young master's stinky wormwood cures malaria and benefits the people all over the world. Everyone wants to kneel down and thank the young master!"
Liu Zheng was startled and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you must not do it. It's just a fluke. I just heard some folk remedies occasionally when I was a child, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."
This is also the reason why he came out.
Qingyang Shuo smiled and said nothing.
This made Liu Zheng feel a little anxious, and he coughed dryly.
...
at this time.
Liu Chang has already rode his horse to Changzhou.
In the past, Changzhou was a relatively prosperous place in Liangzhou, with a population of half a million. But in today's Changzhou, anyone who hears it changes color and cannot escape.
Before entering the city, Liu Chang seemed to smell the smell of death.
The city gate has been sealed, and the bustling scene of traders coming in and out in the past has disappeared. Some soldiers began to carry the dead people in the city and throw them into the valley outside. There were already many bones over there...
From time to time, people escaped from the city with their families, but they were quickly captured by the soldiers. There were violent beatings, all kinds of crying, and all kinds of desperate shouts.
"Let us out..."
"Sir, we are not sick, we are not sick, I don't want to die!"