Li Hui's face turned red and white when he said it, which made me ashamed.
Fortunately, Huang Junyu spoke out to make peace.
Huang Junyu said defensively: "He was also negligent. He just thought he could produce penicillin in this way. I don't understand."
The guerrilla leader standing next to him interrupted: "Captain Li, since the comrade reporters don't want to use penicillin, give it to us.
One of our brothers has an inflamed wound and is not recovering well. "
"Are there any wounded? We'll see about it later." Li Shi fiddled without looking back.
Little Li Qing, who was behind Li Shiyi, saw the guerrillas approaching and wanted to see what it looked like to tinker with the legendary 'Penicillin'.
Stop them quickly and prevent them from disturbing Uncle Li.
"Pounded garlic is penicillin? Do foreigners call garlic that?"
"I don't believe it. I heard that penicillin is the same as gold. It's golden yellow. If we tinker with garlic and it turns out to be it, we'll be rich."
"Dashan's wound is always pus-producing, and I can't squeeze it out. Alas, I hope the 'Penicillin' will be useful."
Li Shiyi didn't pay attention to the comments from everyone behind him, and focused on Garlic.
After it turned slightly green, Li Shiyi said: "Bring some disinfectant liquor."
Xiao Li Qing quickly handed him the non-industrial alcohol specially designed for disinfection.
Li Shi poured it into the mortar one by one, and mixed it with the minced garlic thoroughly.
Suddenly, Li Shiyi turned around and asked, "Do you have a cooling tower here?"
The guerrilla leader couldn't understand such a professional name: "What cooling tower? We don't have such a thing here."
"It's used to steam wine."
"Yes, yes, there is."
The guerrilla captain obeyed Li Shiyi's words and quickly turned around to move the wine steamer from his uncle's house.
moment.
Li Shiyi's face turned dark when he saw them bringing in a ceramic still the size of a wine vat.
When we only make one injection, why do we need such a large tank?
Looking at his old uncle who was guarding two large tanks and one pottery pipe, Li Shiyi directly told them that there was no need for such a big tank.
Forget it, no more of these spirits.
Li Shiyi asked the guerrilla leader for gauze to filter out a large amount of minced garlic.
Then bake it in the mortar over a slow fire. For a while, the strong smell of alcohol filled the mountain temple.
Due to the precise control of the nanorobot, the alcohol is evaporated without destroying the allicin.
In the remaining liquid, the upper layer of light yellow oil is allicin.
Li Shiyi took out a syringe that he specially brought with him.
Put it in 75° alcohol to sterilize it and take it out after a while.
Insert the syringe into the pale yellow liquid and then pump it into the syringe.
After Li Shiyi finished all this, he said, "Okay, who comes first?"
At this time, everyone released their held breaths and gasped for air.
Li Hui looked down at the wound wrapped with old gauze on the back of his thigh and felt that it was nothing serious.
He shook his head and said, "I don't need it anymore. I feel like my current strength can kill a cow."
Li Shiyi couldn't help but smile when he heard his refusal: "Don't worry, it will definitely reduce inflammation. We are professionals."
After hearing this, Li Hui not only felt uneasy, but also backed away in fear: "No, no!"
Seeing his resistance, Li Shiyi didn't force him.
He turned to look at the wounded man who had been carried over and said to him, "Do you want an injection?"
At this time, the guerrilla captain also looked at the dirty guerrillas, who were all gray and plain.
The straw sandals on my feet were full of mud, covering my entire feet with mud.
It's not a hospital, so of course it can't be cleaned.
The guerrilla captain said to Dashan: "Yue Dashan, whether to fight or not is entirely up to you."
"Fight! If you don't fight, you will die. If you fight, you will live. I choose to fight." said Dashan, who was lying on the homemade stretcher.
