Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 320 The Lancet and the author of "Discourse on Plague Investigation"?
"Gentlemen, the old man needs professional medical assistance to have a chance of survival. I hope you can accept my advice and transfer him to a professional medical facility, such as the church hospital in Suzhou, where he can receive more complete medical care and his chances of survival will be greater."

When leaving, Dr. Charlie looked at everyone in the Zhang Mansion with a serious expression. It seemed that these people wanted to look for some miracle medicine.
This is not an uncommon phenomenon among Chinese people. Even high-ranking officials are influenced by traditional concepts and tend to place their hopes on so-called miracle drugs when there is no hope.

In Charlie's opinion, there is no essential difference between this and the bloodletting therapy in the ignorant period of the West. There was also a historical period in the West when herbs were used to treat diseases.

He knew these people might not listen, but as a doctor, his conscience forced him to raise the issue.

Especially the young man in front of me, with a tall and straight figure and extraordinary demeanor, he looks like he has read a lot of books.

Charlie hoped he would follow his advice.

Bao Guowei looked at Dr. Charlie and knew what he was thinking, but it was difficult to explain, so he waved his hand and said.

"Thank you for your help, Dr. Charlie. We naturally have a solution for Mr. Zhang's condition. You don't have to worry about it anymore."

Perhaps, in Suzhou today, the church hospital is the place with the highest medical level, but for Bao Guowei, the medical care of this era still has many shortcomings.

Even at the beginning of the twentieth century, when all basic sciences had made significant progress, medicine was still lagging behind.

For example, the Wu mask invented by Mr. Wu Lien-teh made great progress in treating the plague. Just this one mask has changed the way of dealing with plague prevention and control.

But before Mr. Wu Lien-teh, no one had been able to invent an effective mask?
This is enough to show the backwardness of medical standards at that time.

In hospitals during this period, a large number of medicines were produced, which were certainly much better than the so-called "bloodletting therapy", but the mechanism of action and potential serious adverse reactions of these drugs have not been scientifically verified.

Coupled with the imperfections of various mechanisms.

In a sense, not going to a church hospital might be a better choice.

Seeing that Bao Guowei's answer was firm, Dr. Charlie could not dissuade him any further and sighed.

"In that case, I will go back first. Remember to take the medical advice and medicine I prescribed on time."

Without even looking back, he left with the medical kit.

Obviously he was very disappointed with Bao Guowei.

Bao Guowei didn't care what the other party thought.

She stopped a rickshaw for him, gave the other party fifty dollars as a medical fee, and watched him leave.

Only when Dr. Charlie disappeared from his sight did Bao Guowei slowly exhale.

He looked up into the distance. Next, he had to rush to Shanghai.

Race against time for your first life mentor in this world!

A true race against death!

I just don't know how Mr. Fang Xinchuan and Mr. Tang Feifan are doing with their research?

Suzhou, Church Hospital.

Dr. Charlie came back from a medical visit and put down his medical kit as soon as he arrived at the office.

Inside the office, Dr. Tom, who was also from the UK, looked up and said to Dr. Charlie who had an angry look on his face.

"What's wrong, Mr. Charlie? I heard that this visit is to the home of a highly respected Chinese scholar, invited by the Gusu government. This patient should be much easier to get along with than previous patients!"

Tom was holding an English magazine in his hand, reading it with boredom. The title "The Lancet" on the cover was extremely prominent.

Dr. Charlie untied his tie, sat down on the sofa, and said indignantly.

"The ignorant Chinese people, the respected scholars of China are also backward and ignorant. They don't understand science at all, but they believe in some miracle drug and are unwilling to believe in the latest medical technology."

He could sense that within the Zhang residence, other people trusted the young man far more than he, an authoritative doctor.

And there is Mr. Zhang’s non-cooperation.

This made Dr. Charlie feel insulted.

Dr. Tom shook his head and said soothingly.

"Charlie, this is not the first day you have set foot on this land. The people here have cut off their braids, but they have never really stepped into the modern world. They are still ignorant. Have you forgotten that they wanted to use human blood to dip steamed buns to treat diseases last time?"

Dr. Charlie sighed, drank the coffee in the cup which had already lost its heat, and said very depressedly.

"But I didn't expect that even such a scholar doesn't believe in science. And that young man, maybe he knows something about medicine. Does that mean he can disobey a doctor's orders?"

Dr. Tom ignored the other person's nagging, which was normal for Dr. Charlie, he was always like this.

So Dr. Tom changed the subject.

"What's wrong with that old gentleman?"

"Pneumonia," Dr. Charlie said bluntly. "The infection is very serious. I suspect there is pus in his lungs. He has a high fever and he already has a respiratory disease. He also has problems with his personal hygiene and daily habits. It's hard for a patient of this age to survive."

After listening to the other party's description, Dr. Tom pondered for a while and said, "If it is sent to London, there may be some hope."

"Those lousy doctors in London? They just rely on sufficient medical supplies and equipment." Dr. Charlie seemed very unconvinced, but he still had to admit it.

"If he were in England, he would have a chance of survival. Unfortunately, the long journey on the sea would cost him his life if he could not reach London."

Doctor Tom spread his hands and said, "Don't worry about it, Charlie. As a doctor, we just do our best."

Dr. Charlie's mood gradually eased. He came over and asked, "Is this the latest lancet?"

Nodding, Dr. Tom handed the paper in front of him to the other party and couldn't help but smile.

"We are discussing here the backwardness and ignorance of Chinese society, but the latest medical breakthroughs were based on clues provided by the Chinese."

Upon hearing this, Charlie's eyes immediately lit up. He took the paper and started reading it, muttering to himself.

“Is it about the research on allicin?”

"Yes!" Dr. Tom picked up a cigar and started smoking. At this time, many doctors believed that smoking was beneficial to cardiopulmonary function to a certain extent.

Look at the title.

Research progress on the antibacterial mechanism of allicin

The author is a German medical scientist.

Dr. Charlie has also done a lot of research on allicin, but to better utilize allicin, the latest research at the forefront of the world is essential.

Speaking of which, he was somewhat impressed by that Chinese student. At the age of only seventeen, he and two other Chinese scientists discovered the antibacterial effect of allicin.

The success of plague control in Hangzhou is an encouragement to the medical community around the world.

This is enough to show that a drug that can effectively treat bacterial infections is about to come out!

If allicin can really be used to mass-produce effective drugs, countless incurable diseases will be cured and countless patients will be reborn.

In the eyes of many medical researchers, it is a foregone conclusion that these three people will win the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine next year.

Such a discovery was too shocking.

This could change the world. How many researchers go through life without making a discovery, but he made it at the age of seventeen?

How enviable!

“I guess at the end of this paper, there must be that article.”

Without any hesitation, Dr. Charlie turned his eyes to the last column, the references. "Discussion on the Investigation of Plague"

This article, published a few months ago, has now become an indispensable reference for allicin research. Every paper needs to be based on it as a basis for subsequent research.

The only regret is that the authors Bao Guowei, Tang Feifan and Fang Xinchuan never published any articles publicly after this one.

This is really regrettable.

There was even news that the editorial department of The Lancet wanted to contact the three to inquire about the follow-up research results.

But Charlie's eyes stayed on the name Bao Guowei and couldn't move away.

The English paper used pinyin abbreviations, so Charlie found it very difficult to read. He read it several times in a row, but still felt very familiar with it.

"What's wrong, Mr. Charlie? Is there any problem with Mr. Bao's name?" Tom frowned and looked at the other party, wondering if Charlie had any different hobbies.

In this era, this is a huge stain for an English gentleman.

"Is his last name Bao too?"

Charlie emphasized the pronunciation of the word "包". With his poor Chinese, he pronounced the word "包" more like the word "到".

Then his head started to recall things, and he felt more and more that something was wrong, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.

Looking at Tom and said.

"Tom, do you know what Mr. Bao's full name is?"

Tom looked at his companions suspiciously, but still answered.

"Where is Baoguo?"

"Is it really that Mr. Bao?"

Charlie's eyes almost popped out. His Chinese was not very good, so he didn't react at all just now. But Tom's thought made him remember immediately.

The young man whom I met with the old gentleman was called "Bingwen" by some people and "Guowei" by others. His surname was also Bao.

Obviously, it was Bao Guowei who wrote the "Discussion on Plague Investigation" and discovered allicin!
This explains why he was able to obtain allicin so easily.

What excited Charlie the most was the "miracle medicine" mentioned by Bao Guowei.

What on earth is it!
"Charlie? Charlie! Where are you going?"

Before Dr. Tom could react, he saw Charlie rushing out and went somewhere unknown, with his Lancet in his hand.

Looking at the shaking door, Dr. Tom couldn't help wondering whether he should send Dr. Charlie to a mental hospital for electric shock therapy or have certain parts of his brain removed.

But after a while, Dr. Charlie came in with a young Chinese man.

The young man looked confused, he was a translator at a church hospital.

"Sir, please tell me how to pronounce this name." Charlie said, pointing to the name on the paper.

"Bao Guowei?"

Charlie was so excited that he almost jumped up.

He was mumbling something, words like "Mr. Zhang" and "Bingwen", as well as descriptions of "allicin" and "miracle medicine".

The translator was completely confused and after listening for a long time, he finally reacted.

The translator looked at Dr. Charlie with some surprise and said.

"Sir, don't you know Mr. Bao Guowei? He has long been famous in your Western world. He is the disciple of Mr. Zhang."

"I knew it. I should have known it." Dr. Charlie took a deep breath, his eyes full of excitement.

For an academic lunatic like him, being able to get to know Bao Guowei is like a "pilgrimage".

"What's going on?" Dr. Tom looked confused.

It was not until Charlie explained it to him that he understood the whole story.

After hearing this, Dr. Tom's eyes were also filled with shock.

"Wait, Mr. Charlie, you just said that Mr. Bao Guowei is going to use a miracle drug to treat pneumonia that has no cure at all? Is this miracle drug more effective than allicin?"

"Yes."

Dr. Charlie took a deep breath, looked at the other party meaningfully and said.

"If it's Mr. Bao, maybe he's not lying, and it's not superstition. It might be a real miracle drug!"

Dr. Tom's brain was a little frozen, and he looked at the other person with a strange expression.

"Mr. Charlie, you just said that the old man's family is full of ignorant Chinese, including the young man."

"Well, I..." Dr. Charlie was speechless, his face flushed red, and he didn't know what to say.

He finally sighed and said.

"I made a stupid mistake!"

Then he threw the Lancet magazine on the table, picked up the suitcase again and said.

"I can't stay for a moment, so I'll go visit this gentleman now."

He emphasized the word "Gentleman".

But as expected, Dr. Charlie did not find Bao Guowei in Zhang's house, because he could not stay for a moment and took the nearest train to Shanghai.

Dr. Charlie was extremely disappointed and expressed his respect for Zhang Taiyan. Out of "medical care", he was even willing to support Mr. Zhang's follow-up medical drugs and equipment on behalf of the church hospital.

Especially those who are willing to come for consultation every day.

Tang Guoli was a little flattered by this situation, but ultimately did not refuse.

Nothing can compare to Zhang Taiyan's ability to heal.

I just hope that Bao Guowei will not break his promise and can really find the "miracle medicine" he mentioned.

It was only in the evening when Bao Guowei arrived at the Shanghai Railway Station. After getting off the train, he took a car to National Tongji University.

Today, Fang Xinchuan and Tang Feifan are secretly conducting research on penicillin in the laboratory of this university.

After finally entering the campus, Bao Guowei did not have time to write letters to the two of them, so they had no idea of ​​the news.

The last time Bao Guowei learned about the progress with them was before the retreat.

There was no one outside the laboratory in the evening.

This is a single teaching building hidden deep in the campus.

Fang Xinchuan and Tang Feifan were the only two people doing research in the entire teaching building, which ensured the confidentiality of the research to a certain extent.

Bao Guowei was alone and just about to push open the door of the laboratory when he heard a cough.

"Ahem! Classmate, you are not allowed to visit the laboratory here."

(End of this chapter)