Liu Zheng, however, didn't take it seriously and said calmly: "Living well is the greatest filial piety."
"One act of filial piety during one's lifetime is better than a hundred sticks of incense on the grave!"
"No matter how much you hate me, you must live on first, and then continue to hate me!"
"Today's cremation will be carried out by Liu Zheng alone!"
After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving only the group of refugees, who continued to beat their chests and beat their feet, wailing endlessly.
The next day.
The situation is still not optimistic.
By morning, hundreds more people had died!
Still cremated.
For the first time, Liu Zheng saw the horror of this ancient plague. In order to keep himself alive, the 90,000 people in the Yinzhou Army had to drink stink juice every day to prevent it... If no one in the Yinzhou Army was infected,
Liu Zheng began to doubt whether this Artemisia annua was working or not.
He looked at people one by one, running a high fever in front of him, with pale faces, trembling and even twitching... If these were just a few people, that would be fine, but there were nearly 20,000 people!
The entire camp was busy from morning to night.
finally.
At the end of the second day, the good news came.
Someone is cured!
Immediately afterwards, cured cases appeared one after another. Liu Zheng breathed a deep sigh of relief. After two days, Liu Zheng finally showed a smile on his face.
But on the third day...
A problem arises.
Artemisia annua is not enough!
Only then did Liu Zheng realize that he had underestimated the consumption rate of Artemisia annua caused by the plague... After all, the 90,000 Yinzhou Army had to drink, and the patients had to drink, and the seriously ill patients drank even more. Looking at a lot of Huanghua
Artemisia, after being squeezed into juice, actually doesn't have much.
As a result, all the artemisia they collected along the way was used up in just three days.
Liu Zheng started to mobilize the Yinzhou Army to collect the food nearby, but it was of no use as the food was consumed too fast.
Liu Zheng and Qingyang Shuo smiled bitterly.
It seems that they are still too optimistic.
Qingyang Shuo sighed: "Master, this matter needs to be considered carefully."
Liu Zheng smiled bitterly and said: "Sir, Liu Zheng understands. But it concerns the safety of the people in the world, and Zheng really dare not neglect it! At this time, millions of people are going through difficulties together, and every cent must be fought for. No matter whether you can make profits from it, then Zheng
Aren’t they no different from others? In Zheng’s eyes, the world is created equal, and the common people are never the victims of struggle!”
He knew what Qingyang Shuo meant...
Liu Zheng should first apply for an exclusive prescription for Artemisia annua, which can cure plague, in accordance with the latest patent law. In this way, Yinzhou can make huge profits from artemisinin.
certainly.
Liu Zheng thought the same way before.
However......
It's too late now. The patent law just promulgated by the Longyan Dynasty still requires a lot of application procedures.
How many people will die this time?
He was worried that the plague would be out of control!
He must tell the world that Artemisia annua can cure the plague!
He wants everyone in the world to take action and send wormwood to this place!
But in this case, this exclusive prescription no longer belongs to him, but has truly become a prescription for the whole world. As a result, Yinzhou will lose at least one year of military expenditure every year!
That's why Qingyang Shuo had such a reminder.
Are you going to apply for a patent first while watching people continue to die in batches? If Liu Zheng is a hero, he will definitely ignore the safety of the people and firmly hold this money-making machine in his hands.
It is better to tell the world immediately and let the whole people resist the plague!
Without any hesitation, Liu Zheng immediately picked up the pen and paper and started writing.
Qingyang Shuo's eyes flashed, he clasped his fists and praised sincerely: "Young Master is a true hero. He has ambitions in the world, and he is not as good as a great one!"
An hour later.
Dozens of homing pigeons took off in the Yinzhou Army.