Seven hundred and thirty-one extraction

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Lao Zhu was grateful for Han Du's reminder, took the tea cup and fed it to Li Wenzhong bit by bit himself.

Li Wenzhong sweated so much, which must be due to severe lack of water. After drinking several drinks in succession, Li Wenzhong felt much better and slowly opened his eyes.

"Your Majesty~"

When Lao Zhu saw Li Wenzhong regaining consciousness, a smile suddenly appeared on his face and he said, "Don't worry Bao'er, Han Du will definitely cure you."

After speaking, Lao Zhu looked back at Han Du. But Han Du had a serious look on his face, with no trace of happiness on his face. Seeing this, Lao Zhu couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

But when he turned back to face Li Wenzhong, his smile returned.

Han Du was not as optimistic as Lao Zhu in his heart. Li Wenzhong's condition, coupled with the fever just now, gave Han Du a bad feeling. Li Wenzhong's fever has subsided for the time being, but it does not mean that his illness is cured.

Li Wenzhong naturally saw Han Du's expression. Seeing that Han Du didn't say anything, he said to Lao Zhu: "Please take care of the dragon body, your Majesty. Even if something happens to me, it will be because of my poor fortune and nothing to do with others." No, please don’t anger others."

When Lao Zhu heard this, he almost burst into tears. He gently stroked Li Wenzhong's head and said, "Don't say stupid things, Bao'er. I will definitely cure you."

After speaking, Lao Zhu looked back at Han Du.

Han Du could only sigh slightly, took out a mirror from his arms, stepped forward and said, "Master, if it is convenient, please open your mouth as much as possible."

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Li Wenzhong followed the advice and opened his mouth as wide as possible towards Han Du.

Han Du used the reflection of the mirror to glance into Li Wenzhong's throat. His tonsils were red and swollen, and there were even large pieces of pus around them.

"Okay." Han Du breathed out a sigh of relief and nodded.

Then he smiled and comforted Li Wenzhong: "It's not a big problem. Please don't worry, sir."

Li Wenzhong looked at Han Du and hesitated for a moment, then nodded and laughed.

Lao Zhu also smiled and said a few words to reassure Li Wenzhong.

After all, Li Wenzhong had not recovered from his serious illness, but just a few words exhausted his energy and fell into a deep sleep again.

Seeing this, Lao Zhu had no choice but to ask the imperial doctor to take care of Li Wenzhong and signaled Han Du to follow him out.

When they came to a secluded place, Lao Zhu turned his back to Han Du and said, "Tell me, how is Bao'er's illness?"

Han Du sighed and said: "Cao Guogong's disease is not wind-cold, but inflammation caused by wind-cold."

"Inflammation?" Lao Zhu heard for the first time that there was such a disease, but he didn't think too much about it. Instead, he directly asked Han Du, "Can you cure this disease?"

"Although I know the method, I am not sure." Han Du said truthfully. The best specific drug for treating inflammation is penicillin, but penicillin can be seen everywhere in later generations, and it has even been dismissed because it is an antibiotic. But it was not an easy task to refine penicillin in the Ming Dynasty.

And even if penicillin is refined, Han Du is not sure whether Li Wenzhong will have a rejection reaction. If Li Wenzhong and penicillin develop a rejection reaction, even with penicillin, Li Wenzhong will be dead.

Therefore, Han Du would say that he was not sure.

Lao Zhu looked at Han Du seriously for a long time, and finally reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Do your best and obey fate."

After saying that, Lao Zhu left, leaving Han Du where he was.

Han Du glanced at Lao Zhu's back, took a deep breath, and immediately turned back to prepare. Lao Zhu's words are correct. Do your best to obey fate. If you become Li Wenzhong, you still have a chance of survival. If you don't, he will definitely die.

If you want to refine penicillin, you first need to find moldy fruits. Fruit is a rarity for ordinary people, but it is relatively easy to find for Han Du.

Once you have Penicillium, you need to transplant it into a culture medium for culture. The production of culture medium is also simple. It can be made with rice flour water or corn flour.

Since Han Du tasted the benefits of the secret room in Mingjingzhai, after moving to Jinghaibo Mansion, he also had someone secretly dig out a larger secret room in the mansion.

However, Handu cultured Penicillium was not placed in a secret room, but in a separate room. Mold will grow crazily in a dark and humid environment, and mold spores will be suspended in the air in a confined space.

Once a person inhales excessive amounts of mold spores, he or she will die.

. It has been reported that someone wanted to clean a refrigerator that had not been used for a long time. The moment he opened the refrigerator door, he inhaled a large amount of mold in one breath. Even under modern medical conditions, it only took him two days to die.

After cultivating for several days, the medium was filled with Penicillium. After filtration, stirring, separation, and distilled water washing, Handu roughly separated the penicillin substances. But it cannot be used directly now and further separation is needed.

After achieving this step, Han Du divided the washed liquid into ten parts and brought ten full beakers to Han Du's residence.

Putting the things in the room next to Li Wenzhong, Han Du took a little bit of Li Wenzhong's urine and poured it into the beakers.

After seven days, there was no penicillium in the center of three of the beakers, only around the walls of the beakers.

"What are you doing?" Lao Zhu walked in with a frown.

Han Du looked back at Lao Zhu and felt speechless. Han Du had given orders to the people in the Duke's Mansion, repeatedly telling them not to let anyone in. As a result, Lao Zhu came in with a big sting, but think about it, if he wanted to come in, who would dare to stop him?

Han Du sighed helplessly, picked up a mask and handed it to Lao Zhu, "If the emperor wants to stay here, please wear this."

"What are you wearing this for?" Although Lao Zhu was confused, he naturally took the mask in his hand and put it on like Han Du.

After taking a few breaths, Lao Zhu felt a little dull and very uncomfortable, so he asked: "What will happen if I don't wear this thing?"

Hearing this, Han Du chuckled lightly, kept his hands on his hands, and asked, "The emperor doesn't think that I forbid others to come in just to keep the secret recipe, right?"

Lao Zhu had a mask on his face, and Han Du couldn't see his expression, so he didn't speak. Han Du had no choice but to explain: "Now this room is full of life-threatening things. It's okay to come in and stay for a while. Once you stay for a long time, if you don't wear a mask, you will almost certainly die."

After hearing what Han Du said, Lao Zhu's face almost turned green. He was just curious about what Han Du was doing in the house, so he came in on his own. Unexpectedly, this simple room would turn into a dangerous and unusual place?