allonlinenovel Chapter 495 This bastard even cheated Biao'er?
Chapter 495 This bastard even cheated Biao'er?
It can treat diarrhea and dysentery, and also has a certain therapeutic effect on pulmonary tuberculosis.
That one sentence alone was enough to make Emperor Zhu sell everything he owned to get berberine.
However, the surprise that Dengzhou Medical College brought to Emperor Zhu was clearly more than just berberine.
Yang Qing continued, "And artemisinin."
"In Ge Xianshi's book 'Elbow-Side Emergency Prescriptions,' it is recorded that a handful of artemisia annua, soaked in two liters of water, squeezed to extract the juice, and drunk all at once, can cure malaria."
"We have also been verifying this repeatedly."
"If we succeed, the people will be free from the suffering of malaria."
Emperor Zhu was taken aback: "Repeated verification? Didn't you just say that a handful of artemisia annua, soaked in two liters of water, squeezed to extract the juice, and drunk entirely, is all that is left to verify?"
Yang Qing glanced at Emperor Zhu discreetly.
You can't possibly outmaneuver your wonderful son-in-law?
Although Yang the Madman doesn't do anything decent.
But their perspective on the issue is amazing.
For example, what kind of wormwood is this? And how big of a hand is it to make a "squeezable" grasp?
How many kilograms and ounces exactly are needed?
Is the water boiling, warm, or cold?
Why can't you think of the problems that Yang Dianfeng can think of?
As Yang Dianfeng said, those messy prescriptions may not be useless, the problem is how many ounces or how much money is "a little" or "a small amount".
What exactly constitutes "appropriate amount"? Is it based on a person's height and weight, or on their medical condition?
If it's based on the condition, then does the condition need to be further divided into early, middle, and late stages?
While inwardly cursing, Yang Qing cupped his hands and replied, "Your Majesty, what we have repeatedly verified is exactly how many pounds, ounces, and coins a handful weighs, and whether we use warm or cold water to test it."
"In addition, I would like to try to see if we can extract artemisinin like berberine, and it would be best if we could make it into powder for preservation."
"Furthermore, since Coptis chinensis contains berberine, can other drugs also be used to extract a certain element on their own?"
"The pharmacy department at Terengganu Medical College is currently doing these things."
Emperor Zhu nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.
I definitely don't understand.
However, Emperor Zhu understood the meaning behind Yang Qing's words.
Many medicinal herbs may have a certain element extracted from them, which may have a particularly good therapeutic effect on certain diseases.
Artemisinin, in particular.
If we can successfully develop artemisinin, the Ming Dynasty will no longer be afraid of malaria.
Not afraid of dysentery.
Not afraid of malaria.
Combined, this roughly means we can confidently and boldly send troops to eliminate Annam and Burma.
And some scoundrel seems to have said that there is a huge copper mine in Myanmar.
Therefore, the success of Dengzhou Medical College is roughly equivalent to a huge copper mine.
However, what Emperor Zhu never expected was that Yang Shaofeng had already prepared a big move in order to get enough Yicileyu people and shorty from Lao Deng.
Yang Qing continued, "Besides berberine and artemisinin, I have another piece of incredibly good news."
Emperor Zhu's heart immediately began to pound wildly.
Berberine and artemisinin, which can treat dysentery and malaria, are hardly great news.
So what kind of news can be considered good news?
Yang Qing glanced at Emperor Zhu discreetly, then cupped his hands and said, "Inspired by Your Highness, I have repeatedly verified this with a short man and a Cileye man. The symptoms they experienced after being infected with cowpox are indeed very similar to those of smallpox."
"However, after contracting cowpox, those short and stocky people only experience mild fever and discomfort, and they can recover without even taking medicine, without leaving any scars on their faces."
"but……"
Yang Qing changed the subject and continued, "Firstly, there is currently no smallpox in Dengzhou or even Shandong, and secondly, the number of Japanese and Yici Leye people is insufficient."
"Otherwise, I would like to infect several short men and one Ciley with cowpox, and then find a place where smallpox has appeared, and have them go there to verify whether cowpox can really prevent smallpox."
As Yang Qing finished speaking, Emperor Zhu suddenly felt dizzy.
Even Empress Ma stared blankly at Yang Qing.
smallpox.
Sores caused by poisoning.
This plague has existed since ancient times.
Once an outbreak occurs, the entire population of a village or even an entire city can be wiped out.
Even those who are lucky enough to survive will mostly have pockmarked faces and terrifying appearances, becoming neither human nor ghost.
If what Yang Qing said about cowpox really could cure smallpox...
That bastard... no, our son-in-law should at least be granted a marquis title.
Forget about winning the championship.
Should we grant him the title of Marquis of Ningyang?
Although this name conforms to the rule of being granted a title based on the county, it doesn't sound good enough, and that bastard will most likely find it distasteful.
Just as Emperor Zhu was pondering what kind of marquis title to give Yang Shaofeng that would be easy to hear, easy to remember, and have a good meaning, Yang Shaofeng suddenly remembered something.
Zhu Biao had visited Dengzhou Medical College before.
I had also told Zhu Biao about cowpox and smallpox.
However, judging from the appearance of Emperor Zhu and Empress Ma, it was clear that they had never heard Zhu Biao mention it.
and so……
Whether you, little Deng, forgot or wanted to wait for the verification results before telling Lao Deng, you didn't say anything.
If you haven't told anyone, then don't blame your brother-in-law for tricking you.
Yang Shaofeng grinned maliciously and said to Emperor Zhu and Empress Ma, "Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, don't you know about this smallpox vaccine?"
Emperor Zhu was slightly taken aback and asked, "When we came to the medical school last time, did you mention this to us?"
That's not right. It's only been a few days since we came to Dengzhou Medical College. If you really mentioned it, how could we not remember?
Is it possible that we've actually fallen for their illusions?
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Emperor Zhu discreetly and said in a low voice, "When His Highness the Crown Prince came to the medical school before, my son-in-law and Physician Yang talked to him about cowpox and smallpox."
"Failure to report such information is a serious crime."
"Shouldn't my father-in-law teach him a lesson?"
Without hesitation, Emperor Zhu cursed, "That bastard!"
No sooner had he finished scolding Zhu Biao than Emperor Zhu turned his attention to Yang Shaofeng: "Where is your memorial? Since you told Biao about this, why didn't you write it in the memorial?"
"His failure to report is a serious crime, and your deliberate failure to report is also a serious crime."
"Come on, tell me, how should we teach Biao a lesson?"
Ok?
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and said, "I wanted to wait for the verification results before writing my memorial."
Emperor Zhu looked at Yang Shaofeng in disbelief.
This bastard even cheated Biao'er?
Is he even human?
Emperor Zhu sneered, glared at Yang Shaofeng, and said, "Stop talking nonsense with us."
"You bastard!"
"Isn't it just that they want to give away some Leyaku people and Japanese slaves?"
"We've agreed. We'll have the inspector find a way to get it back for you later."
Yang Shaofeng then smiled.
Yes, let the inspector go and find a Cileye and a short man.
Anyway, the reputation of the inspection and verification department is bad enough.
Moreover, the inspectorate was about to be reorganized into the Embroidered Uniform Guard.
The famous decadent writer Zhou Yuzhai once said: What does what the inspector did have to do with the Embroidered Uniform Guard?