Chapter 301 A great way to promote penicillin (sixth update)
Chapter 301 A great way to promote penicillin (sixth update)
The next day.
After Li Changfeng got up early and had breakfast, he went to the Research Institute to inspect the progress of the nuclear weapons program.
Relevant equipment has been manufactured, radioactive elements are said to have been found, and mining work has begun.
Everything is progressing in an orderly manner.
Li Changfeng took care of everything carefully and stayed there all day long.
On this day, something big or small happened in the capital.
Yang Zhiyuan, the son of a Hanlin Academy scholar, offered a reward of a hundred taels of gold to anyone who could cure his father.
Yang Wanli was originally a great Confucian in Daqian. He had a high prestige among scholars. He also liked to be close to the people. He proposed many political proposals that were beneficial to the people and were adopted by Emperor Qianwu. He was also quite famous among the people.
Therefore, Yang Wanli's dying death, coupled with the huge bounty, attracted the attention of many people.
Famous doctors from the capital came to Yang's house for diagnosis and treatment one after another. After seeing the situation, they all felt that there was no way to save Yang Wanli, so they could only use some secret recipes to relieve Yang Wanli.
Many famous doctors even spoke out and asked Yang Zhiyuan to prepare for his funeral, and the entire Yang family fell into grief.
The second day.
Li Changfeng still got up very early, went to the Ministry of Railways to inspect the work, checked the progress of each bidding section, and then went to the construction site to check the construction quality in person.
The result made him very satisfied.
Feng Quji, Ye Qingcang, and even Emperor Qianwu have been keeping an eye on this matter since his expedition, and there are no problems in all aspects.
However, during the inspection, Li Changfeng also discovered problems that he had not considered thoroughly in the original design and planning, and guided the construction side on site to make rectifications.
While he was busy with this, Yang Wanli's condition became worse and worse, his breath was almost undetectable, and his life was hanging by a thread.
Yang Zhiyuan knelt beside the bed and cried bitterly. The old butler beside him thought about it, hesitated for a moment and then said: "Master, why don't you go and beg His Highness Li Changfeng?"
Yang Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment: "His Royal Highness the Ninth Prince?"
"Yes, His Highness the Ninth Prince's penicillin may be able to save my life!"
"How is that possible? His method of curing diseases and saving lives is completely nonsense. Don't believe the rumors!"
"Master, people thought the delta-wing planes and hot air balloons were nonsense, but what was the result?"
Yang Zhiyuan looked hesitant.
Seeing him like this, the housekeeper said again: "For the master's condition, I went to consult the famous doctors of the Shen family. Do you know what they said?"
The Shen family is a medical family with an unshakable position in the medical community. Yang Zhiyuan was immediately interested: "How did you say that?"
"People say that the only thing that can save me is His Highness the Ninth Prince's penicillin! This shows that the Shen family has recognized that penicillin is real and effective!"
"But... injecting decoction into the body has never been done since ancient times, and it is so unreasonable!"
Seeing that Yang Zhiyuan was still undecided, the housekeeper became anxious.
"Master, did artillery exist in ancient times? Is it common sense to grow vegetables in winter? Is it common sense for people to fly into the sky? Don't forget, what His Highness the Ninth Prince is best at is subverting common sense and creating miracles!"
This time, Jerry Yang finally made up his mind.
"That's right, now we can only rely on His Highness the Ninth Prince. With my father's current situation, what's the harm in giving it a try?!"
"Young master is wise!"
"Prepare the car, I want to go and get penicillin in person!"
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When Li Changfeng came back from the construction site, as soon as he reached the gate of the mansion, a man ran over from a distance and knelt on the ground with a plop.
"Your Highness, please have mercy and save my father!"
Li Changfeng waved his hand to the guards blocking the front and asked, "Who is your father? What's wrong? Get up and talk."
Yang Zhiyuan did not stand up, but cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, my father's name is Yang Wanli, and he is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."
Hearing this name, Li Changfeng thought about it and had no impression.
The guard on the side reminded him in a low voice: "Your Highness, this person is quite prestigious in the hearts of scholars and common people. He is extremely knowledgeable and is considered a celebrity. He has been seriously ill recently and offered a reward of 100 taels of gold to save his life, which caused a stir in the capital."
Li Changfeng nodded, showing a thoughtful look.
Jerry Yang is still going on.
After he said that Yang Wanli fell into a coma due to inflammation of the wound, Li Changfeng understood the purpose of his trip, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Sure enough, Yang Zhiyuan kowtowed heavily and said: "I heard that your highness's penicillin is miraculous in treating wound inflammation. I would like to ask your highness for your mercy and rescue me. Whether it is successful or not, I will be grateful!"
Li Changfeng did not hesitate and immediately ordered: "Come here, get a penicillin, take the syringe to Yang's house, and treat Mr. Yang."
Penicillin is a huge gold mountain.
Since he returned to Beijing, he has been busy with other things. He thought that after he was done with this period of work, he would start arranging the publicity and marketing of penicillin.
Since this Yang Wanli is so famous, his son Yang Zhiyuan offered a huge reward to save his life, which caused a storm in the city.
Once Yang Wanli is cured, this will be free publicity, making his penicillin an instant hit and saving him a lot of trouble.
Seeing that Li Changfeng agreed so happily, Yang Zhiyuan was naturally grateful.
Li Changfeng didn't take this matter as a big deal, so he immediately went home to rest. He got up early the next day and went to the vegetable planting base of the Research Institute.
Nowadays, all the crops grown in this area are sweet potatoes.
The person in charge of the vegetable planting base is an authentic old farmer, and everyone affectionately calls him Lao Huang.
Old Huang, who has been farming for most of his life, never imagined that one day he would work under His Highness the Ninth Prince and command hundreds of people.
Therefore, he almost never went home and stayed at the planting base for food and accommodation. For fear of betraying Li Changfeng's trust, he took care of these sweet potatoes more carefully than taking care of his children and grandchildren.
When he heard that Li Changfeng had come to the vegetable planting base, he quickly ran over to greet him. When he saw the person, he plopped down and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"The little old man has met His Highness!"
Li Changfeng smiled and said: "Lao Huang, right? Get up and talk!"
Hearing Li Changfeng's affectionate address, Lao Huang was very excited and banged his head again before getting up.
Li Changfeng looked at the sweet potato field behind him and saw that it was growing well. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Well, it looks good. When can it be harvested?"
Lao Huang thought for a moment and said: "Your Highness, if we compare the size of the seeds you gave us at that time, we should be able to harvest them now."
"oh?"
Hearing this, Li Changfeng's eyes suddenly lit up. He walked forward quickly, pointed at an ordinary sweet potato and said, "Dig!"
"Yes, Your Highness!"
Lao Huang quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, picked up a small shovel, and started digging carefully.
After a while, six pieces of sweet potatoes of different sizes were dug out, and Li Changfeng's eyes couldn't help but light up.
Judging from his size, he is already mature.
And the output is not low.
"Where's the scale? Get the scale and see how much it weighs!"