Hua Zejin's expression was as calm as ever. It was difficult for Xu San to see the psychological fluctuations in her face, but he could analyze from the brief conversation just now that Hua Zejin seemed to really let him act as a second-in-command. Help ideas.
"Do you want me to act as a mascot during the operation?" Xu San rubbed his chin, twisted his eyebrows, and softly expressed his thoughts.
"Mascot?" Hua Zejin didn't seem to know the meaning of the word. She muttered in a low voice and nodded, "Well, almost. This operation does require a certain amount of luck. You have always been very lucky. Maybe with your luck, this operation can be completed smoothly."
"Then I will do my duty!" Xu San put away his smile and said without hesitation.
From calm to serious, Hua Zejin's expression finally changed slightly. He opened the drawer and took out a notebook from it and handed it to Xu San, "This is the surgery plan. You can go and get it later." Nanako will take it back, and in the afternoon, we will run it through a simulation."
Taking the notebook, Xu San flipped through it briefly, and immediately twitched the corner of his mouth. He found that he still couldn't understand the surgical plan. He knew all the words in the notebook, but when they were put together, he had an unknown feeling. The feeling, and even if he recalled all the medical treatments he had seen, he could not find a similar episode.
After putting away the notebook, Xu San asked, "I took it away, so what do you use it for?"
"I only gave you Isuke's part. I gave it to you because I wanted Nanako to see it in advance. The time we have to get used to it is very short and there is no time to waste."
"What about me, the second assistant?" Xu San asked.
Hua Zejin walked to Xu San, looked up at his face, stretched out her hand to tie the openings of his shirt, and after tying them all, she tidied them up for him before speaking slowly, "Didn't you say you were A mascot? Just stand by my side when the time comes, I won’t need you much.”
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In the western suburbs of Taiyuan, there is a low bungalow not far from the freight station. There is a chemical laboratory built by the Ji family in the early years. After a simple transformation, it has become a biological laboratory used by Xu San to cultivate penicillin.
Ji Yun was very concerned about the mass production of penicillin. Not only did he provide a laboratory, but he also provided several high-level workers who worked very well. Xu San did not worry about the laboratory from the beginning of renovation to the time it was put into use. Even if Xu San Not too far away, Hua Zejin took time out of her busy schedule to arrange relevant matters for Xu San.
Xu San only brought Dong Jinbao in after returning from Chuliang. Although it was a bit wrong to let a man who made gunpowder to make fungi, Xu San felt that the problem was not big, because Dong Jinbao's task was only to record those special groups. of petri dishes.
It has been almost a year since he first obtained Sun Changhai's blood, and Xu San has officially used this special blood as a catalyst.
When he arrived at the laboratory, he had just changed into a white coat when Dong Jinbao came to his side and whispered, "It's done!"
Xu San straightened his clothes without missing a beat, "Is it much purified?"
"Currently, only the few petri dishes that used the catalyst you gave have produced results, but only three of them were successfully cultured and produced 1,200U. The others have failed." Dong Jinbao said in a low voice.
"So little?" Xu San frowned and continued to ask, because penicillin, whether taken orally or injected, uses hundreds of thousands of U at a time. This 1,200U may not even be enough for a mouse test.
"It's quite a lot. It's only as big as a petri dish. If it's grown on a large scale and it can be grown dozens or hundreds of times, there's still no problem."
"Then expand the scale of training." Xu San said after thinking, "Well, I need 100,000 U."
"Okay, it's not a big problem, but you have to give me some of the catalyst you gave me. I only used half of the catalyst you gave me at first, and when I wanted to use it again, it had no effect."
"It should be an activity problem. The shelf life of that kind of catalyst is very short. I'll get you some more tomorrow night." Xu Sansha said matter-of-factly. In fact, he didn't know the specific reason. He just knew that Sun Changhai Xu San's blood must be used as soon as it is taken out of his system warehouse.
Dong Jinbao's expression was a little strange, as if he was constipated. After holding it in for a long time, he said, "Can we change people? I really don't understand biochemistry. I stay here, and the most I can do is take notes. I can't do anything else." .”
"Can't change!" Xu San simply rejected Dong Jinbao, "I really have no one I can use. You are the only one who can help me a little bit."
"This simple experiment can be done even by Miss Ji's classmates."
Xu San waved his hand to interrupt, "No, I only believe in you. This test is very important. I need complete test data. When the energy is produced, you can leave."
After listening to Xu San's words, Dong Jinbao's fat face trembled for a moment, feeling that he would have to work for Xu San in the next two years.
Seeing that Dong Jinbao was getting emotional, Xu San came to him, put his hand on his shoulder, and started to draw, "Don't be emotional! The mass production technology must be in our own hands. You have to know that you are now researching It can be said to be something that will benefit the world. If it can be completed within a year, maybe it will win a Nobel Prize."
"Put it down, even if you succeed, it won't be my turn! I am just an insignificant handyman in the laboratory. If you can really win the prize, it will be you."
Dong Jinbao's words moved Xu San's heart. Just as he said, if penicillin can be mass-produced early, he may be nominated for the Nobel Prize.
You know, in Xu San's original world, it was not until the winter of 1940 that Qian En refined a little bit of penicillin. This was a major breakthrough, but it was still far from clinical application. It was not until 1941 that the baton of purification was passed to the hands of Australian pathologist Walter Florey, which increased the output of penicillin from 2 units per cubic centimeter to 40 units. His current output is at least a few hundred units, which is higher than that of penicillin. The progress of the two big guys has been much faster.
Although he didn't know the specific test process, Xu San knew that the two big guys used melon and corn culture fluids, and mass production of penicillin began in 1942.
That's all Xu San knew.
But with these, you are undoubtedly standing on the shoulders of giants, and you just need to work harder to complete it.
Xu San didn't care about the Nobel Prize. He just wanted to complete the mass production of penicillin as soon as possible and take the technology into his own hands. This would not only reduce the casualties of a large number of soldiers, but also give him more bargaining chips in the international community.
Now that the first step has been taken, success is not far away. (End of chapter)
