Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 69 Allicin from ancient texts

"There are no flaws in this prevention and control measure."

In front of the desk, Fang Xinchuan carefully studied the manuscript.

This prevention and control measure written by Bao Guowei is completely in line with scientific basis. In his opinion, it is perfect and even a little advanced?

And some of the details are even more shocking when you think about it carefully, because they are so systematic and detailed. It doesn't look like it was written by one person, but rather like it was compiled by a professional scientific team.

Fang Xinchuan kept looking up at Bao Guowei. The green face made him unable to accept it, so he couldn't help but ask again.

"Bingwen, have you really never gone to university? Or have you ever been a professor of bacteriology and infectious diseases?"

Knowing his question, Bao Guowei smiled and shook his head and explained: "My master, Zhang Taiyan, you know this, but I do have some ways to read some foreign journals, and the papers above are very enlightening."

He followed the other person's words, and this reason was obviously more convincing.

Fang Xinchuan's pupils shrank, and after careful consideration, there was nothing wrong with it. Then he couldn't help but sigh and said: "If Brother Bingwen can learn bacteriology, he will definitely become a famous figure in the scientific community in the future."

"I'm just picking on people's wits."

Bao Guowei has no real intention to pursue science. He has knowledge in this area, but he still lacks talent.

It is okay to propose some advanced discoveries of later generations, but if we really want to study them, it will be a bit stretched.

You can't become a scientist just by working hard.

If Bao Guowei's master was someone else, Fang Xinchuan would continue to persuade him, but when he thought that Bao Guowei studied under Zhang Taiyan, he gave up.

"How to deliver this manuscript to Mr. Chu?"

Although he obtained the contact information and address of Mr. Chu’s secretary, Bao Guowei always felt that it was inappropriate to go directly to the government building to find him.

"You don't have to worry about that. The address Mr. Chu left is internal. As long as you mail it to the secretary at this address, he will receive it."

Fang Xinchuan introduced him and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Mr. Chu is a very busy man! The civil affairs department has too many things under its jurisdiction, and there is an epidemic recently. It is still difficult to see him."

Then, he turned his interest to the bottle of light yellow liquid. What kind of chemical substance did it look like?

"Bingwen, is this the substance you said can kill germs?"

Bao Guowei nodded and introduced the other party: "Sir, he majored in Western medicine. Do you know anything about Chinese medicine?"

"I studied abroad and studied advanced Western medicine, but the traditional Chinese medicine left by my ancestors has not been abandoned. I can often find some inspiration in ancient books."

Fang Xinchuan said truthfully.

He does have some understanding of traditional Chinese medicine, which is commendable compared to the current academic circles that scorn all traditional culture.

"During the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a Chinese medicine classic called "Supplements to Materia Medica". It was originally lost, but in various references, we can still get a glimpse of it."

When it comes to citing scriptures, Bao Guowei is not tired at all, and the words naturally pop up in his head.

"It once introduced the related effects of allicin."

"Removing bad miasma from water, removing rheumatism, breaking cold air, and treating sores and tinea. Eat it raw to remove snake, insect, and other poisons."

Hearing this, Fang Xinchuan nodded after recalling it for a moment: "Yes."

Bao Guowei followed the words and said: "I am ashamed to say that I was inspired by this ancient book. Since garlic has such effects, does it contain any substances that can kill germs?"

Using ancient books as inspiration, discovering allicin on your own is not a difficult thing to understand.

Fang Xinchuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he said: "Brother Bingwen, this idea is novel, but it is also in line with scientific methods."

He immediately picked up the light yellow glass bottle, opened it, fanned it with his hand and smelled it. There was indeed a pungent smell of garlic.

If someone had told him before that garlic could be made into medicine to fight germs.

He said he couldn't call the security guards to kick him out, but after Bao Guowei's previous performance, he had a little more expectation.

"Experiment this garlic" "Allicin." Bao Guowei added the name of the other party.

Fang Xinchuan said seriously: "Yes, to test the efficacy of allicin, you need to add it to the petri dish to observe the changes, which will take some time."

"Brother Xinchuan can do it. I'm just providing an idea."

Bao Guowei bowed his hand, but he also reminded him.

"But brother Xinchuan, please don't expect too much. I think the nature of allicin is quite irritating. Although it is simple to prepare, mass production is difficult. It needs to be improved."

Fang Xinchuan looked a little excited and said: "Brother Bingwen, don't be humble. If it is really effective, it will definitely be a discovery recorded in history!"

After handing over the allicin, Bao Guowei's mental arithmetic dropped a bit. In the past, he was like a child holding a sharp weapon and didn't know how to use it.

The correct technology and technology must be handed over to the right people in order to truly flourish.

Seeing that the other party was eager to try and experiment immediately, Bao Guowei didn't intend to disturb him, so he handed over his hand and said.

"Then I'll leave everything to Dr. Fang."

"Don't worry, Bingwen. Researching medicines for the people of the world is our destiny as scholars."

After leaving the school building, Bao Guowei couldn't help but think of his previous understanding of Fang Xinchuan.

Through Zhang Taiyan, Bao Guowei knew that he was an upright person who was obsessed with research.

Looking at his resume, he even went deep into disaster areas to treat people and study epidemics regardless of risks. Otherwise, he would not have become Chu Huiseng's confidant.

So he felt free to hand over the allicin to the other party.

With his current strength, there is no benefit in being entangled in these things.

The only worry is to make wedding clothes for foreigners, which will definitely not happen in Fang Xinchuan's hands.

After returning from Zhijiang University, it was already dark.

Before Bao Guowei entered the door, he habitually opened the mailbox at the door.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes has been published, so my royalties should have arrived, right?

But when the iron mailbox was opened, there were two letters lying inside, both covered with sealing mud.

I took it out and looked at it. They were letters from "The Times" and "Red Rose" magazines.

He does know about "Red Rose", it must be royalties.

But hasn’t the Times already paid the royalties?

Feeling a little curious at the moment, he took the letter and walked towards the house.

When he came to the table, he put aside the generous letter of royalties and opened the letter from The Times.

Let’s look at the sender first. The name is the same as before, Huang Bohui.

When I opened the letter and looked at it, I saw what was written on it.

"Dear Mr. Bao Guowei, sincerely sincerely, after receiving the submission of excellent works in the previous issue, our newspaper is very grateful to Mr. Because of his great work, the sales volume of the newspaper has increased greatly now. Now we specially invite you to come to Shanghai to talk about it. It can't be better than to have the next issue. The manuscript needs to be published, and the subject is not limited. If I can get Mr. Wang’s pen and ink, I would be very grateful.”

There was also fifty yuan in travel expenses in the envelope, which could cover two or three first-class round trips.

"Request for manuscript? Invitation?"

Bao Guowei couldn't help but frown.

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(End of this chapter)