The sunshine shone into the corner of the kitchen, and a group of white and chubby little mice squinted and enjoyed the sunlight in the box covered with wood chips, squeezing back and forth from time to time to change positions, squeaking and squeaking.

"Brother Amon, it's time to eat!"

Li Ling's crisp and beautiful voice appeared at the kitchen door, but there was no response.

She had to endure the strange smell of medicinal herbs and rat feces mixed in the whole house, walked into the kitchen, and saw Bai Meng boiling medicinal herbs in front of the stove, pinching his nose and shouting: "Brother Amon, it's time to eat!" ”

"Oh, you wait for me outside for a while!" Bai Meng stared at the flames intently and replied casually.

The smell here was too strong, Li Ling really didn't want to stay longer for a moment, anyway, Bai Meng already knew, so he quickly slipped out.

But when he saw Bai Meng's focused side face, his footsteps couldn't help but slow down.

Although his white hair was messy at the moment, his beard was stubble, his clothes were stained with all kinds of strange medicinal juices, and his face was red from the fire, but because he was focused on the things in his hands, that kind of face emitted a strange light, which made Li Ling look at him, and his heartbeat suddenly missed a few beats.

She wondered, Brother Amon, how many days has this been his research? It seems like it's the fourth day!

She counted the time with her fingers, in the past four days, Bai Meng studied the prescription every day, went to sleep when he was tired from studying, and only knew how to eat when he came to call him to eat, otherwise he would lock himself in the house for a day to study the preparation of the Seven Wounds, and he had fallen into a state of madness.

Bai Meng's hands were very dexterous and calm, and his whole mind was on the frying pan in front of him, shaking off all kinds of medicinal herbs and stir-frying in the pan.

The herbs in the pot finally changed color

, Bai Meng breathed a sigh of relief, poured these things into a strange small jar, and then extinguished the fire, and when he turned around, he saw Li Ling standing at the door and looking at him blankly, and couldn't help pinching her face: "Why didn't you leave?" ”

"Yo, I see you're almost done." Li Ling said insincerely, not daring to admit that he peeked at him.

"It's getting better, you can see it." Bai Meng laughed, his hand away from Li Ling's little face—and then pointed to her face and laughed.

Li Ling was inexplicably laughed by him: "What's wrong?" What's wrong with my face? ”

rubbed his face, but found the black ash in his hand, and quickly took out a small mirror to look, and found that on the little face that was as white as his face, Bai Meng pinched out three black marks with his fingers, like three mustaches hanging on his face, don't be ridiculous.

"Brother Amon!" How can a girl not care about her appearance, Li Ling immediately roared, took out a wet towel and wiped her face repeatedly.

"I'll go wash my face, you go eat first!" Bai Meng knew that he had made a mistake and ran into the toilet before Li Ling could react.

Li Ling snorted a few times, really didn't wait for him, and went back to his house in a huff.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Bai Meng smiled, and when he washed his hands and face with water, the exposed parts of his face turned into mud and slid down, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly, only to know that he was so dirty.

After having a full meal at Wang Youlan's house, Bai Meng sat on his small bed and recalled these days, and he felt a little unreal.

He cured Kong Qingfeng that day, got the 100,000 yuan sent by Yang Xun, and immediately had plenty of money. Of course, he won't spend it indiscriminately, although this is the most money he has ever lived, but he still only bought the equipment and medicinal materials he needed, spending more than 30,000 yuan in total, and the rest is stored in his hand for emergencies.

He gave Wang Youlan 500 yuan as food expenses, saying that he had joined her house these days.

Wang Youlan didn't want to take his money, but he has been an old neighbor for more than ten years, and it is appropriate to help each other when there is a problem. It's just that he can't resist Bai Meng's insistence, knowing that he wants to be strong, so he makes him something good every day, and there is meat at once, and Bai Meng eats not badly.

Bai Meng didn't know that in today's skyrocketing prices, his 500 yuan couldn't be spent at all, and soon it was poured into his own stomach, and Wang Youlan had to paste it upside down.

But needless to say, these things are inseparable from the dense and shallow accounts between some people.

The most reassuring thing for Bai Meng is that Li Ru's condition is very stable, fortunately, it is only in the early stage, and he has received all-round care from the hospital, and the development of cancer has been greatly inhibited, so he does not have to worry about too much burden on his body in the short term.

And Gao Shugen deliberately pleased, Li Ru only needed to recuperate in the hospital, eat and drink every day, and don't have to work without worrying about money, Bai Meng found that his mother was not only not emaciated in the hospital, but also gained weight.

With these favorable conditions, Bai Meng devoted himself wholeheartedly to the preparation of the Seven Wounds. really started to prepare, and he originally thought that the things that he could catch were very complicated to do.

Bai Meng's kitchen is full of strange props, including a bucket for decocting Chinese medicine, a press stool for squeezing sweat, a planer for processing valuable medicinal materials, a medicine pound for crushing medicines, and a medicine bucket for separating medicinal materials of different sizes.

Many things can't be found on the market, they are all Bai Meng tried to make them himself according to the description in the ancient books, and these things alone took nearly two days to tinker and cost more than 2,000 yuan.

After that, the preparation of these seven wounds powder is even more troublesome, nine steamed and nine dried into powder, and it has to be blended so that it can be completely integrated into water or wine without any residue, until noon today, he has found some ways, and is expected to enter the stage of animal experiments.

The guinea pigs he raised were used to test the medicine. You must know that this is a poison, how can it be easily given to his mother, of course, he has to study clearly, what dose can only kill cancer cells and not damage the activated normal cells, and at the same time ensure that the drug is strong enough in the liver.

The only thing he miscalculated was that his research was going several days slower than expected, and the mice had bought early, fed many meals at his house, and made a room full of strange smells.

However, the day is finally coming to an end.

Bai Meng jumped up from the bed with a carp straightened, poured the seven wounds made from nine steaming and nine drying into the sealed jar that had been prepared for a long time, and began to write the experimental design of toxicology.

He not only has medical knowledge in his mind, but also professional knowledge of medical management and laboratory management, and knows that clinical experiments are not just a mouse to feed a tube of medicine to see if he dies, but also needs to design a corresponding experimental plan according to the purpose and materials of the experiment, so as to get twice the result with half the effort, and the most economical and convenient research to find out the required dose.

Fortunately, the knowledge in Bai Meng's mind is like a memory that can be used at any time, as long as he recalls it, the corresponding thing has already appeared in his mind, faster than any search engine.

He wrote three articles freely, according to modern statistics, the mice were grouped and numbered, the experimental group and the control group were set up, and they were given seven injuries according to different doses.

According to the original text, this poison is generally thrown into water or wine, colorless and tasteless, and it is a combination of pure Chinese herbs, which will not be detected by silver needles, and it is really an invisible medicine that kills people.

After four days of research, Bai Meng perfectly reproduced this ancient miracle medicine, he dissolved the seven wounds of a nail shell into the water, the black powder dissolved in the water, only slightly turbid, there was no trace, and with his nose, there was no smell.

He kept the mice in his suit, and he stared at them and began to keep track of them, and there was no change until ten minutes, still crawling around in the cage without any malaise or fear.

Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, worried about whether he had made the wrong preparation?

Just when his eyes were sour, the little mouse who was playing upside down on the top of the cage suddenly stiffened, and fell straight on all fours.

Time, ten minutes and thirty-eight seconds!

Bai Meng immediately stood up excitedly, he approached the front, and before he got close, he had already smelled a smell of corpses, and the inspection found that the cells of the mouse were dying at the same time, and there was no room for relaxation at all.

Seeing this scene, Bai Meng unconsciously hugged the jar of seven wounds with some trepidation, and gave birth to a heart that destroyed it all.

This thing is really terrifying, colorless and tasteless, there is no warning at all when it attacks, it quietly reaches all the cells of the body, and dies directly like instant death magic!

He hesitated, I was going to treat my mother with such a terrible poison? Such a control is not good, unless it dies, it is not an overdose from the appearance at all, if there is a danger, the whole body dies, and there is no time for treatment at all!

His idea is to use physical stimulants to increase the vitality of the body's cells, so that he can resist the toxicity of the Seven Wounds, but if it is not controlled well, there is no chance of remedy!

But we've come this far, so let's go ahead!

The room was unusually quiet, and the panicked cry of his companion's dying guinea pig was the only sound at the moment.

Bai Meng's clenched fist suddenly let go, since they have all come to this point, then it is okay to go farther!

He picked up the scissors and leather pliers on the table, controlled his emotions, and dissected the corpse of the guinea pig.

After observing the reaction of all organs to the medicine of Qishuaisan, he found that as described in the book, except for the bones where no blood reached, there were deadly effects of Qissansan everywhere.

However, to his surprise, the poison did not cause strong damage to cells, and was much milder than many modern chemical agents. He seems to have produced a hormone-like effect that stimulates cell death, but in fact, the damage to the cells is very small, and it is just the effect of "just" death.

It's just that the diffusion effect of the seven wounds is too good, and it will only attack when it reaches the whole body at the same time, and the scene at the time of death will be so sudden, and it will suddenly make Bai Meng tremble.

Insisting on doing a good job in the toxicology experiment targeting mice, he finally regained some confidence, and with the specific physical stimulation that can only be effective in normal cells, with modern medical equipment, this degree of harm is still controllable.

But...... Animal experiments were not enough, and in order to determine the effects of the Seven Injuries and the stamina stimulators, he turned his attention to himself.