Rebirth: God Master of Myriad Realms

That night, Wang Zheng also did not have time to rest. He directly called President Wu: "President Wu, did you manage to get the special effect of the plague medicine?"

On the other end of the phone, President Wu's voice was slightly dejected, "The plague this time is truly too powerful, we have researched for so many days but still have no countermeasures!"

Wang Zheng frowned, he did not have much research on western medicine, but he had still learned about living things. He knew that in order to research and produce special medicines, he would have to first cultivate them using a Petri dish, and this cycle would normally only be around a week or so. Once the Petri dish matured, he would need to research and create special medicines for testing.

"I can't wait." Wang Zheng calculated the time and immediately had the President Wu wait for him at the Central Hospital.

Seeing that Wang Zheng still wanted to go out at such a late hour, Murong Yuyan did not stop him from coming out and telling him to be careful.

Reaching the Central Hospital, President Wu waited at the door with a slightly dispirited expression. Seeing President Wu's appearance, Wang Zheng was too lazy to blame him. It seemed that he had not slept for the past few days.

Entering the hospital, only then did Wang Zheng realize that the disease was spreading faster than he had imagined. The corridors of the hospital were full of patients who could not stop coughing, and their moans continuously reverberated in the corridors of the hospital.

"President Wu, by doing this, you might cause the viruses to fuse together and become an even more powerful plague!" When Wang Zheng saw this scene, his heart trembled. If an even more exaggerated virus really appeared after their fusion, then his mission would definitely fail. To him, the Medicine God Divine Spark was a divine spark that he absolutely could not lose.

"I'll be the one in charge of developing the special effect medicine this time, get all the old physician s with Department Of Traditional Chinese Medicine over here!" When Wang Zheng arrived at the Principal's office, he directly sat down on the sofa and began to direct the President Wu. The President Wu, knowing Wang Zheng's capabilities, naturally did not refuse and directly went out to look for the Department Of Traditional Chinese Medicine's old physician.

Around ten minutes later, all the old physician s rushed over. When they saw Wang Zheng, the eyes of those few dispirited old physician s started to shine. In their opinion, as long as Wang Zheng took action, there would be a way to save this plague.

Wang Zheng placed the prescription he prepared on the table for the old physician to consult. Several old physician s finished reading the prescription and pondered for a long time before raising their heads to look at Wang Zheng: "Director Wang, although these ingredients can help the patients, the price is too high. Our hospital doesn't have that much stock!"

Wang Zheng rolled his eyes at them: "Of course I know, the problem is that I have already tried all the lower priced medicinal herbs, and in the end, I was unable to cure the plague. This batch of medicinal herbs is the best batch that I have tried so far, although my treatment method is better than yours, but I am still unable to compare to you guys.

After an hour, a few old physician s suggested a lot of ingredients, but most of them were rejected by Wang Zheng. Out of the forty-eight ingredients, she only found thirteen different ones.

"I can't go on like this. I have to test the medicinal properties of the herbs after I find them. This will take too long." Wang Zheng slammed his hand on the table and shouted.

Just as Wang Zheng was worrying, he subconsciously took out a Body Tempering Pill and threw it into his mouth. The Body Tempering Pill turned into a warm flow and entered Wang Zheng's body to continuously increase the strength of his body. When the warm flow disappeared, Wang Zheng's face suddenly revealed a hint of joy.

The only difference was that he threw in an Body Tempering Pill. With his left hand, the Qi condensed and crushed the and the medicinal ingredients together, condensing the emerald green liquid in the palm of his hand.

"Find a patient and try it out!" Wang Zheng looked at the patient lying on the ground around him, and without saying a word, he used a silver needle to directly send the medicinal liquid into the patient's body.

As the medicine entered the patient's body, before he could even open his mouth, he felt as if his entire body was on fire. He was so hot that his entire body was sweating.

The President Wu who followed him thought that it was terrible. He wanted to send the patient to the operation room, but he was stopped by Wang Zheng.

Body Tempering Pill could improve a person's physique, so Wang Zheng thought that by using the Body Tempering Pill's power to stimulate the human body's instincts to fight against the virus. With the effects of the traditional Chinese medicine, maybe he could achieve an effect that could cure illnesses.

The patient's screams woke up everyone in the corridor. Those patients all stared at the patient who was running around everywhere and ripping off their clothes. Panic flashed across their eyes.

President Wu lowered his head, if Wang Zheng caused a life in the hospital, then he, as the Principal, would come to an end. Although the other old physician were frowning, they were still quietly watching the crazy patient, previously when they were communicating with Wang Zheng, they knew that Wang Zheng was definitely not a reckless person, and had a much more solid foundation in Chinese medicine than them!

Very soon, under the panic-stricken gaze of the crowd, the patient fell onto the ground. His struggling movements became smaller and smaller until he finally collapsed on the ground, breathing less and less.

"Someone died!" It was unknown who shouted, but the other patients also became restless, wanting to settle the score with Wang Zheng.

Those people could not grab onto Wang Zheng's clothes no matter how much they tried, but there were too many people, so they could not discover anything. In the end, it was President Wu who blocked their path and said that Wang Zheng was the director of Department Of Traditional Chinese Medicine outside the hospital.

President Wu's explanation made all the patients' mouths go dry, but the patients still continued to cause a ruckus.

Wang Zheng stared fixedly at the patient lying on the ground, a smile suddenly appearing on his face: "Success!"

Following Wang Zheng's laughter, everyone was stunned for a moment. When they turned around, they saw that the patient who had just fallen to the ground had actually stood up slowly, the pale and dispirited look on his face had disappeared, replaced by a ruddy, energetic face, looking healthier than any other youngsters.

The patient felt the changes in his body and immediately rushed in front of Wang Zheng, tears of gratitude gushed out of his eyes as he exclaimed his thanks for saving his life. Wang Zheng ignored him and directly turned around to bring a few old physician s to study it.

President Wu stood where he was and laughed bitterly, Wang Zheng was too casual, he knew that he had to say something now, and turned to leave, this group of people, who were like a flood of green people, had their own ways of handling them.

When Principal Fu, who was hiding in the dark, saw the scene of Wang Zheng treating the plague, the haze on his face grew deeper and deeper. Their Western Department had always suppressed their Department Of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the treatment of the plague, but now a Wang Zheng had appeared.

"This bastard Wang Zheng can't stay here any longer!" A trace of hatred flashed past Principal Fu's eyes, and he quietly left the Department Of Traditional Chinese Medicine from a corner.