Infinite Disaster Survival

Wen Zheng used a pseudonym and entered the rebel army as a miracle doctor who developed drugs to treat epidemic diseases.

The rebels treated each other with courtesy when they first met. Later, after receiving the news, the military doctors couldn't wait to come to Wen Zheng for advice. Wen Zheng answered fluently and pointed out the key to their doubts. The doctors were very interested in him. His eyes became more respectful, and he kept saying that he would respect him as his teacher.

As a "miracle doctor", Wen Zheng had long been impatient to answer questions. Seeing that everyone's suspicion disappeared and knowing that his identity had been proved, Wen Zheng was no longer polite. He casually raised a question for the group of doctors to discuss, and then looked at the "leader" in the middle of the room: "Since I have appeared, bring me the medicine to treat dysentery."

The middle-aged man subconsciously raised a smile, nodded in agreement, and called on his subordinates to deliver the porcelain bottle containing the medicine to Wen Zheng, and arranged for personnel to clean up the residence of the miracle doctor.

Wen Zheng frowned slightly when he heard this, but he quickly calmed down after opening the porcelain bottle delivered to his hand, and moved into the house as arranged. In the next few days, the miracle doctor devoted himself to the study of this medicine. In the study, thanks to the reminder given by the young people who delivered the meals, they would have even forgotten to eat the meals otherwise.

"Wrong, it's still wrong, what kind of medicinal materials were used..." Wen Zheng muttered to himself.

The young man who came into the house with a food box called Wen Zheng in a low voice. After seeing that Wen Zheng made no movement, he opened the food box and placed it in front of Wen Zheng. There was a hint of cool air inside, which made Wen Zheng emerge from his thoughts and take a look. .

The food box contained an ice bowl. The bottoms of two palm-sized porcelain bowls are covered with lotus leaves. In this hot summer, there are actually a lot of small ice cubes. On top of the ice cubes are several kinds of fresh fruits with crushed nuts and cut into small pieces. It looks like there are... Pour with sugar water.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine the cool feeling after eating it in your mouth, but Wen Zheng's face showed a little unpleasantness, and he looked at the young man with a gentle appearance: "I originally thought that the rebel army came from the people's association and was more beneficial to the people. But I didn’t expect that I had just gone through a difficult time, but I was addicted to enjoying it. I can’t afford to lose weight with this ice bowl.”

"Sir, don't be angry." The young man took his time and explained the nuts and fruits first.

"The rebel army sent people in disguise, and the food they purchased in other cities has been delivered, and they asked the victims to work for relief. As long as they are willing to work, they can always have a full stomach. Although food such as fruits is relatively rare, it is not necessary to eat it. , and finally sent them to the rebel army. These are specially given to you, sir, to thank you for your life-saving grace."

"Buying food?"

"It's about buying grain, and I don't hide it from the miracle doctor. Now that grain prices are rising, the rebels don't have much gold and silver. The reason why they can buy a lot of grain is because they have mastered an extremely low-cost method of making ice. In the capital and many other wealthy places, there are many officials and businessmen who have no worries about food and clothing, and they are all willing to spend a lot of money for these ices. "

The young man smiled brightly. He looked directly at Wen Zheng's face as he spoke, scrutinizing the other person's expression without leaving any trace, but found nothing wrong.

Wen Zheng already had a guess in his mind. It was probably that the rebels had a large amount of saltpeter and then used it to make ice.

Most modern people know knowledge that not many people could know in ancient times. Over the past few days, Wen Zheng has been able to determine that the person with modern knowledge in the rebel army is not the middle-aged leader, but He is the child of the leader in front of him, a young man of only thirteen or fourteen years old.

Even in ancient times, this age was still a bit too young, so he pushed his father to the stage.

After Wen Zheng listened to the young man's explanation, his expression softened slightly: "There are many novel methods in your rebel army. I have never been able to find a drug to treat dysentery. As long as you tell me the secret, I am willing to keep it for this year." In the rebel army, it is enough to train several pretty good doctors."

"My father has explained this matter. The specific method of making the medicine has been written on the paper, and it can also be demonstrated by someone. However, since the miracle doctor is willing to stay, he will not wait for a while, or he will taste the ice that contains the hearts of the people. Bowl, if you don't eat it, the ice will melt." Meng Jun placed the paper with the prescription in front of Wen Zheng.

Without actually coming to ancient times, you cannot appreciate how difficult life here is. Even if you have a lot of advanced knowledge in your head, you will inevitably feel helpless when facing certain diseases.

Despite all the hard work, the epidemic has been controlled without spreading to more people, but those who have already contracted the disease cannot get effective treatment. In an era when people do not understand and have no conditions to use modern medicine, the traditional medical techniques used in ancient times are also helpless for a while.

Seeing the patients dying one by one, Meng Jun deeply felt how important it was to have a good doctor.

After confirming that the person had real talent and learning, Meng Jun just wanted to keep the person.

He taught prescriptions without leaving his name, and not many people had even seen him. Facing the posted notice, he was not moved by the reward, nor was he so angry that he lost his mind due to the court's greed for credit. It can be seen that this miracle doctor did not Greedy for fame and not seeking profit.

But how can a person not have desires?

So he took out allicin and used it as fishing bait. As expected, the willing person took the bait.

Allicin can keep people for a year, and then there is penicillin waiting. This long time is enough for the miracle doctor to stay and become one of them.

Wen Zheng sat down at the table and picked up the ice bowl. Most of the ice inside had melted. He used a spoon to stir the bowl and mix the contents thoroughly. He scooped a spoonful into his mouth. The fresh fruit was sweet and the nut crumbs tasted fragrant. Eating ice water in summer was a complete enjoyment. Sugar water was added to it, making everything sweet.

Eating cold food in summer quickly reduced the heat in the heart.

After eating the ice bowl in his hand, Wen Zheng carefully wiped his hands and carefully opened the prescription given to him by Meng Jun.

It was indeed written on it that the method of making allicin was written with a thin charcoal pencil. Compared with traditional Chinese characters, it was written in simplified Chinese characters that seemed to be missing arms and legs.

Wen Zheng thought of the first few prescriptions he had passed on. At that time, he did not have enough materials in his hand, so he also used charcoal pencils, but he wrote in traditional Chinese characters. It is estimated that the news was heard by someone, so this young master came to test him.

"I've never seen this method of making medicine before. Take me to try it myself." Wen Zheng couldn't wait to go out. Meng Jun hurried forward to lead the way. He was still thinking about how to continue the topic, but he saw Wen Zheng speaking again.

"When I first saw the pamphlet distributed by the rebels, I found that you used different pens. The young man who thanked me before used charcoal pencils, but I heard that he spoke with a northern accent, not like someone in your rebel army."

"It turns out that someone has given the miracle doctor a charcoal pencil. I was just about to introduce it to you. This pen is very useful. I accidentally discovered it when I was playing. It hasn't been circulated in the rebels yet. I don't know what the person the miracle doctor met looks like. Maybe I know this person." Meng Jun smiled.

After trying many times, Wen Zheng didn't seem to have traveled from the modern era. Meng Jun gradually dispelled his doubts. Now that he asked this news from Wen Zheng, he had to know where the other traveler was.

Wen Zheng simply made up the image of a young man in his twenties. In ancient times, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a person whose appearance was known only.

After that, the two entered the laboratory. Wen Zheng immediately ran to the many experimental tools for extracting allicin and began to indulge in this novel drug.

After he completely learned how to make allicin, Wen Zheng came out contentedly. After a good sleep to restore his spirit, he accepted the invitation of the rebels to go to the free clinic.

Because the epidemic was treated and because of the existence of the rebels, this city that should have been dead was gradually recovering.

At six o'clock in the morning, when the sky just showed a glimmer of light, people who received the news lined up in front of the designated free clinic. The doctors sat in the arranged seats one by one, without saying much, and began to observe, smell, ask and palpate in the dim morning light.

Everyone has some illnesses. The common people who were reluctant to see a doctor before rushed to the hospital after hearing the news. They walked hurriedly and did not avoid the soldiers as they did before. Some brave people took the initiative to greet them and received responses from the soldiers.

"The rebels are really different from the officials of this dynasty." Someone sighed in a low voice.

"The last time the young master of the leader of the rebel army came out to distribute food, he once said that they were also oppressed people. They stood up to resist because they couldn't live anymore. So when they saw us, they were like seeing their former selves. They just wanted to live with us and live better."

"How could I have thought that we could live like this after encountering floods and plagues? The young master really didn't lie to us."

"It would be great if the rebel army would take care of us in the future."

"Hey, let's not talk about this. Let's line up to see a doctor. I heard that the miracle doctor is here today. I wonder which team he is in?"

"I saw the miracle doctor last time. Lift me up and I'll find him."

Some sharp-eyed people saw where Wen Zheng was and immediately pulled their relatives and friends to line up. The words they just talked about remained in their hearts. They didn't understand any big truths. They only knew that their lives became better after the rebel army came, but because they knew that the rebel army would be surrounded and suppressed by the team sent by the court sooner or later, they didn't dare to have too much hope.

I hope the army sent by the court can arrive later, and I dare not think too much about the rest.

At this time, in Yangning Prefecture, which was occupied by the rebels, ordinary people lined up in a long queue under the sky that had not yet dawned. It was not dawn, so they could not see the smiles on the faces of the people around them, but they could hear the ease of speaking.

In the capital city thousands of miles away, food shops opened their doors at more than four o'clock, and vendors selling food had set up their stalls early. Once the fire was lit, it would not take long for the aroma of food to drift along the street.

Not long after, the official who was going to the court passed by in a carriage. The driver stopped the carriage and asked for two meat pancakes according to the instructions of the young man inside. The vendor quickly wrapped the pancakes with clean oil paper and sent them to the carriage. After packing the copper coins received and sending the official away, he waited for the next guest to arrive.

The vendors were busy making a living. The officials in the carriage ate the delicious pancakes in their hands, drank a few sips of water to moisten their throats, tidied their clothes, and got off the carriage, waiting to go to court.

The court today was still talking about the rebels. The prescription for curing the epidemic some time ago was good news. Bad news came one after another in recent days.

As soon as the court was in session, the officials in the hall learned that another rebel uprising had taken place. The local officials not only failed to suppress it but were also killed and lost their lives. Today's court meeting was to discuss who should be sent to lead troops to encircle and suppress it.

However, few officials in the court were willing to take the initiative to take on this task. In this weather, they can sweat profusely every day when working, and they have to send people to buy ice every day. Going out to suppress the rebels in this day is extremely painful.

After many days of drought, lack of water and food, it is good for the rebels born from poor people to survive. They can't cause much trouble. It is better to wait until the cool autumn to suppress them.

None of these officials took the initiative to speak up. Until they were named by the emperor on the dragon throne, they were still thinking about what flavor of ice bowl to buy after the court today.