Liang Jian: I have a canteen

After listening to Oshima Seiichi's narration, Shinozuka Yoshio became less jealous of Xu San.

There is a big difference between expanding on other people's research results and starting from scratch.

Unable to read Yoshio Shinozuka's face, Oshima asked tentatively, "I heard from Edogawa that he knows you."

"That's right. He has solved some minor problems for the military department. We have only met each other. Just do whatever you want!" Shinozuka Yoshio said calmly, with an incomprehensible tone.

This plain tone once again left Oshima Seiichi at a loss as to how to treat Xu San.

Seeing Oshima Sei's expression of embarrassment, Shinozuka Yoshio said again, "You don't have to worry about my relationship with him. If the empire needs it, you just need to follow the rules and don't have any scruples."

"Hi!" Oshima Zhengyi agreed first and decided to go back and seriously consider how to deal with his relationship with Xu San.

"Isn't this new drug very good?" Yoshio Shinozuka continued to ask about penicillin, "I hear what you mean, it is better than sulfa?"

"Indeed, but mass production is very difficult now! A lot of experiments are still needed."

"I can't get involved in this. If you need it, you can raise it. As for the funds, I'll say hello to General Kawatori and ask him to allocate part of it to you. If it's not enough, I'll allocate some more to you."

"Thank you, General Shinozuka!" Oshima Seiichi bowed, sincerely expressing his gratitude. He knew about the experiment. If he wanted to produce results, in addition to great luck, he would have to spend a lot of money to create them. The same is true for future generations of medicines. , the R&D cost is simply not something a small factory can afford.

At dawn, a ray of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, bringing a glimmer of light to the earth and making the world gray.

A horse rushed into the defense area of ​​the Eighth Route Army headquarters at an extremely fast speed. After confirming its identity, the horse hit the road again and rushed towards the hospital without stopping.

The sun rose, warmth shone on the earth, and the war horse arrived at the hospital with penicillin.

At this moment, Zhao Gang had not slept all night again. One was to take care of Li Yunlong, and the other was to wait for the medicine. After a night of suffering, the medicine was finally delivered.

Zhao Gang pulled the horse's reins and asked the man on the horse, "Comrade, are you pulling medicine?"

"Yes!" The visitor dismounted and took a package from the horse's belly pocket, "Are you Comrade Zhao Gang?"

"Yes! I am!" Zhao Gang replied eagerly.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. My superiors told me that this medicine is expensive, so I don't dare to ride too fast, otherwise I can deliver it earlier."

"It's okay, it's okay! Comrade, you have worked hard. Come in and have a bowl of chicken soup."

The comrade who delivered the medicine swallowed his saliva and wanted to drink it, but he said with a smile, "Chicken soup is for the sick, I can't drink this!"

"It's okay, there are a lot of them!"

"No! No! I have to feed the horse quickly. This old man of mine has not rested all the way. If I don't take good care of him, he will dare to kick me next time."

After handing the medicine box to Zhao Gang, the comrade who delivered the medicine taught him how to open the box again.

When the box was opened, a gust of cold air hit his face. Zhao Gang was surprised to feel the temperature with his hands, and then immediately closed the lid because he remembered to preserve it at low temperature during his communication with Xu San.

Also, after using it, the box must be returned to him.

Without delay, he immediately found Dr. Hans with the box.

Yesterday, Dr. Hans also heard that the Eighth Route Army had found a special medicine, and it was newly made from the laboratory.

To be honest, he didn't have much confidence in this new drug, but what Zhao Gang said was true, so he could only give it a try.

If Zhao Gang and the brigade commander hadn't helped ensure it, as a doctor, he would never have easily used this drug that was still in the experimental stage, and this laboratory was from China.

The box was opened again, and the cold air hit my face again.

Facing this cold air, Hans looked surprised. He didn't expect that this antique box could be used as an incubator, and the effect was very good. He carefully picked up the test tube and looked at it carefully against the light. He found that there were very small white crystals inside.

The particles are very fine, as fine as powder.

After reading it, I couldn't help but admire, "The purification process is perfect."

"So it's effective?" Zhao Gang asked from the side.

"It hasn't worked yet, so how do you know it's effective?" Hans said, taking out a small piece of paper from the box. This is the instruction manual.

Looking at this instruction manual, Hans couldn't help but nodded and said, "The people who made the medicine were very rigorous. They even used four languages ​​to explain the usage, dosage, and adverse reactions."

"Really?" Zhao Gang came over and looked at the note. It did use four kinds of words.

Chinese, Japanese, English, and German.

Chinese, English, Japanese and Xu Sanhui, as for the German, it was written by Dong Jinbao.

"Huh~" Dr. Hank exhaled after reading the instructions, "I need to do an allergy test first."

At this point, Dr. Hank has 70% confidence in the penicillin in the box, and at the same time he is very curious to know how effective the medicine is.

There was no nurse for the skin test, so Dr. Hank did it himself.

Ten minutes later, when he saw that Li Yunlong's skin had no allergic reaction, he injected Li Yunlong according to the dosage prescribed in the instructions.

Seeing the transparent liquid being slowly pushed into Li Yunlong's body, Zhao Gang felt that his heart that had been hanging around for the past few days seemed to have calmed down a little.

After the injection, Dr. Hank called for a nurse and specifically asked Li Yunlong to take his temperature, blood pressure and blood every hour.

The little nurse blinked and asked, "Dr. Hank, are you collecting blood a little too frequently?"

Hank smiled and said, "When you use other people's medicine, you have to give them some data back."

At noon, Li Yunlong's fever subsided and was already below 38 degrees, and his consciousness regained consciousness again.

I drank some water and fell asleep again.

"Thirty-seven degrees two, the fever is gone. This medicine is really effective!" The little nurse handed the thermometer in her hand to Zhao Gang.

Zhao Gang looked at it and finally had a smile on his face, "Yes! I really don't have a fever anymore!"

The little nurse put away the thermometer, took blood again, and hurriedly sent the blood sample to Dr. Hans.

About an hour later, Dr. Hans entered the ward looking exhausted.

He was accompanied by a middle-aged man in his forties.

Zhao Gang stood up to greet him, "Doctor Hans, Doctor Hua!"

Doctor Hua was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the Eighth Route Army. He first took a look at Li Yunlong's face, then he opened his chin and looked at his tongue, then he sat down and placed it on the Cun Guan ruler.

About two minutes later, he untied the gauze on Li Yunlong's body and confirmed the condition of the wound. "Captain Li's internal injuries are no longer a problem, and the sores and ulcers have been suppressed. As long as he continues to take medication, he should be cured soon." He's cured. I'll stop taking the medicine and wait until the sores completely subside."

Dr. Hua is not a Western medicine doctor, but he is proficient in pharmacology.

To be able to suppress sores so quickly, this medicine must be a strong medicine, and the ingredients of this medicine are unknown. He was afraid that the effects of the medicine would conflict, so he took the initiative to stop taking his own medicine. (End of chapter)