Chapter 57

Wind malaria!

Malaria!

Malaria, commonly known as "pendulum" and "malaria", has been a common and deadly disease for thousands of years all over the world, especially in the relatively warm south.

Looking at Zhu Daxian lying on the bed, Zhu Mingzhong's eyebrows raised slightly, he was no stranger to the disease malaria, and in urban villages, he could occasionally meet some such patients, and he was also no stranger to how to treat this disease.

All you need to do is ...... Quinine hydrochloride tablets or compound artemisinin, whether it is an injection or a tablet, can be cured in a few days. It's just that...... His brows were slightly locked, and Zhu Mingzhong looked solemn.

"How? Chengren, Da Xian's disease? ”

Seeing Zhu Mingzhong's brows slightly locked, with a serious and dignified appearance, Zhu Zhiyu hurriedly asked nervously, and from his voice, he could also hear that his heart must have been clenched into a small handful.

"General Zhu, I have also read medical books in Xia, and I know that this rheumatic malaria is an incurable disease, and whether it can be cured or not often depends on luck, and the general does not need to mind ......."

Although General Zhu did not speak, from his solemn expression, Zhu Daxian could read his unspoken words, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhu Mingzhong.

"Who says it can't be cured?"

Zhu Mingzhong's words made Zhu Zhiyu stunned.

"What? Can Doctor Zhu really cure this wind malaria? ”

Looking at the Zhu family father and son who looked surprised, Zhu Mingzhong nodded first, and then said in a solemn tone.

"It's not that Zhu can cure this wind malaria, but that the family teacher can cure this disease!"

"I wonder where the commander is now?"

As soon as he heard that there was help, Zhu Zhiyu hurriedly asked.

"The family teacher has passed away for many years, and the pill is not only difficult to find raw materials, but also extremely difficult to prepare, which is embarrassing, although the younger generation has followed the teacher for many years, but has not yet prepared this medicine......"

When Zhu Zhiyu's face showed despair, Zhu Mingzhong's words changed.

"However, before the death of the family teacher, he gave the younger generation some life-saving pills, if it weren't for the malaria medicine prepared by the family teacher, I am afraid that the younger generations would not know where they died......

The reason why I say this is because there is only one bottle of compound dihydroartemisinin tablets in the medicine cabinet, and it takes 8 tablets for a course of treatment, and those drugs can only treat a few people. When the medicine runs out, naturally it will not be able to save other people. Unless artemisinin can be extracted, even if the carload of Artemisia annua is not meaningful, as for the sentence that was passed on to the miraculous study of artemisinin has inspired the malaria prescription of "Elbow Reserve Emergency Prescription": "Artemisia annua is grasped, soaked in two liters of water, wrenched in juice, and served as much as possible." "However, only one prescription is not a TCM prescription, it is a prescription summarized according to the long-term treatment of a certain disease by some doctors, and has nothing to do with the theory of syndrome differentiation and treatment and compound compatibility of TCM.

Moreover, experiments in the 70s proved that even if the juice of Artemisia annua was quenched, it could not treat malaria because the artemisinin content in it was too low to achieve medical effects. In the end, it is through chemical research and purification process that artemisinin has become a "miracle drug", and the particularity of artemisinin makes its chemical quenching process very complicated. Even if Zhu Mingzhong knew how to quench, there was no use for quenching agents such as ether provided by modern chemistry.

As for the artemisia annua juice, unless it is poured into the stomach every few hours, it can only depend on luck in the end - depending on the amount of artemisinin in the squeezed juice, everything is left to God to decide.

Because of this, in order to prevent people from seeking medicine in the future, Zhu Mingzhong used "Master" to bury an introduction in advance, after all, malaria is a common disease in these days. Of course, Zhu Mingzhong still has some selfish intentions, he wants Zhu Zhiyu to know how precious this medicine is.

This medicine can be given to him, but the favor must fall on himself!

"Ahh General Zhu, this, this ......"

As soon as Zhu Zhiyu heard that the medicine was a life-saving pill left to him by his master, he was embarrassed to ask for medicine again, but when he squeaked and didn't know what to do, he only heard Zhu Mingzhong say.

"Mr. Chu Yu wait for a while, and the junior will go back to get the medicine!" Please rest assured, as long as you take this medicine, you will definitely get rid of the disease! ”

Half an hour later, Zhu Mingzhong, who retrieved eight pills from the medicine box, took out two pills, and then handed them to Zhu Daxian and said. "Brother Da Xian, you drink these two pills first."

"This is the magic medicine prepared by the Lingshi?"

Although he didn't know what the medicine was made of, the well-informed Zhu Zhiyu looked at the small green pill and felt that this medicine was absolutely extraordinary, not to mention anything else, the color alone was completely different from ordinary pills.

"It's a pity that the younger generation is not good at learning and can't cure this medicine......"

While shaking his head and sighing, Zhu Mingzhong said to Zhu Daxian again.

"Two pills at a time, drink again after three hours, drink it for the third time after twelve hours, and the fourth time is after 16 hours, after taking the medicine, Brother Daxian's disease will naturally be cured......"

In addition to compound dihydroartemisinin tablets, Zhu Mingzhong gave him another piece of aspirin, which can be said to be the most effective antipyretic for people in this era, almost half an hour later, Zhu Daxian, who had a high fever that did not go away, had a fever, and Zhu Zhiyu, who was originally worried, finally relieved when he saw his fever subside. The attitude towards Zhu Mingzhong has also changed inadvertently.

"Chengren, if you didn't take out the life-saving pill left by the Lingshi this time, Xiao Lao'er would probably have to go through the suffering of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person...... Chengren is very kind, and Xiao Lao'er will definitely remember it"

Seeing Zhu Zhiyu's solemn bow and thanks, Zhu Mingzhong hurriedly dodged and said with both hands on his hands.

"Mr. Chuyu, don't bother the juniors, how can the juniors deserve such a big gift?"

When stopping Zhu Zhiyu's thank-you gift, Zhu Mingzhong deliberately lowered his posture and said.

"The younger generation has been walking the rivers and lakes with the master since he was a child, except for a little medical skills, he is simply a rough person, Mr. Chu Yu is a great sage in the world, if Mr. does not give up, the younger generation can occasionally come to the door to listen to the teachings of the master, and the younger generation will be grateful......"

Zhu Daxian, whose fever had receded, heard Zhu Mingzhong say this, and he was much more conscious, so he immediately said to the side.

"Dad, don't you keep saying that there are hundreds of disciples under the door, but no one can be literate and martial, and can prosper in this troubled world, if Chengren is willing, Dad, you might as well accept Chengren's virtuous brother at the door, and you can guide him to the article......"

As soon as Zhu Daxian's words fell, when Zhu Zhiyu looked at Zhu Mingzhong, his son's words set off waves in his heart. Although Zhu Mingzhong in front of him said that because of the siege of Jiangyin, many people were troubled, but no one could deny that he was indeed a good general. If he has himself on the side to teach, he will definitely be able to become a member of the Zhongxing Ming Dynasty in the future, Zhu Zhiyu, who has made up his mind, looked at Zhu Mingzhong and said.

"Since ancient times, famous generals have all been all-rounders. Although the old man is only a tribute student, but he consciously understands the article, today he recommends your teacher, I don't know if you are willing? ”

"Students meet their teachers! The teacher is above, please be bowed by the students! ”

Zhu Mingzhong suddenly showed a look of surprise, and then knelt down respectfully to worship the master, Zhu Zhiyu, who had accepted the disciple, was overjoyed when he heard it, and immediately ordered his subordinates to serve the tea, so that Zhu Mingzhong could officially serve the tea and worship the master. After drinking the tea he gave him, Zhu Zhiyu couldn't help laughing, all looking relieved.

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