Washington State Hospital has its own laboratory.

In the laboratory, Dr. Horn was adjusting a microscope, when the door of the laboratory was pushed open, and Yan Murong walked in with a bowl in his hand.

"Oh my God, what is this?" Smith pinched his nose and complained. "How can Chinese medicine smell so bad?"

He had been to the Chinese medicine hall in Chinatown and had seen medicinal soup, but the bowl of medicine in Yan Murong's hand was too unpleasant, and the smell was disgusting at first glance.

"Chinese medicine is like this, it smells a little bad, but good medicine is bitter." Yan Murong explained. For him, the smell was very pleasant.

The so-called doing a line of love is probably what it means, just like a basketball player, even if he is retired, he can't help but get up and play when he sees someone playing basketball. It's a professional habit.

"It's pungent indeed." Dr. Horn also came over, looked at the bowl in Yan Murong's hand, and couldn't help pinching his nose. "Doctor Yan, what the hell is this?"

"Chinese medicine." Yan Murong put the bowl on the table and explained. "In traditional Chinese medicine, all diseases are divided into warm and cold, and influenza belongs to the category of plague in warm disease, and the function of this medicine is to clear away heat and detoxify, strengthen the body and drive away evil spirits."

"What's in this?" Dr. Horn listened in a fog, but still opened his mouth to ask Yan Murong's prescription.

"I just said it, I guess you haven't heard of it." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"You'd better talk about it." Horn still insisted. "By the way, what exactly does this medicine cure?"

"Okay." Yan Murong nodded. "This medicine is mainly used to treat high fever caused by heavy poison and evil lungs, and the main treatment is to clear away heat and diarrhea lungs and detoxify. As for the prescription, it's useless if I say it or not, you just need to know that this bowl of medicine is specifically for the flu. ”

Although Yan Murong tried his best to explain it in the simplest words, for these two foreigners, what poison and evil lungs, what clearing heat and detoxifying the lungs were still in the clouds, and their mouths were open for a long time, and they didn't know how to speak.

"I knew you didn't understand." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Dr. Horn, it's up to you to test the next test, some blood samples I took from the corpse's lungs, you can use it and my medicine to test it and see if it works."

"Oh, okay." Horn immediately nodded in response, pinched his nose with one hand, picked up Yan Murong's bowl of medicine with the other, walked to the experimental table, and concentrated on the experiment.

There is a kind of attachment called getting carried away. Horn is one such person. As soon as I got older, my hair was all gray, and I spent almost all my life in the laboratory, and when I started experimenting, I couldn't even seem to smell the pungent smell of medicine, and my expression was extremely attentive.

In fact, this test is quite simple to do, that is, to use the blood from the corpse's lungs and Yan Murong's medicine to do a slice experiment, and observe through a microscope whether the drug can eliminate toxins in the blood.

Yan Murong was really not sure if he could do it. From the perspective of traditional Chinese medicine, any illness similar to avian flu is counted as a plague, and his prescription is specifically for this disease, but he does not know whether it works against this mutated flu virus.

The atmosphere in the laboratory became a little quieter as Horn's experiment began, as if he was afraid of disturbing Horn's work.

It wasn't difficult to make slices, and it didn't take five minutes for Horn to finish.

"Dr. Horn, how's it going?" Smith asked eagerly. It's been two days, and with several sick patients being taken to the hospital in the space of two days, he fears that if the mutant flu spreads on a large scale and they can't get antibiotics in a short period of time, the consequences will be dire. In other words, the United States has always regarded itself as the big brother of various industries, and always rushes to the front when there is any news, and now, what he is most worried about is a large-scale outbreak of the epidemic, and they can't get antibiotics. When the time comes, people will be lost.

"We'll have to wait." Horn shook his head and said. "The result can't come out so quickly, it takes a fusion time, about five minutes."

"Five minutes?"

"Yes, five minutes." Horn said. "And to test whether Dr. Yan's medicine works, five minutes is not enough, we need more time to test the resistance of the virus to this medicine."

Five minutes passed quickly, and at Smith's urging, Horn returned to the microscope again, and after a while, he suddenly let out a strange scream.

"Dr. Horn, what's wrong? What happened? Is the medicine working? Smith asked nervously.

"Yes—yes, Dr. Yan's Chinese medicine worked." Horn was also a little excited. After so many busy days, various experiments have been done, but there is still no drug that can work in a short time. He looked a little excited, but the excitement quickly calmed down.

"Now it seems that Dr. Yan's medicine does have an effect on this mutant influenza virus, but whether it can completely suppress the virus still needs to be observed."

Time passed minute by minute, and several people were anxiously waiting for the results, and soon, the results came out.

"Nope." Horn gave an answer that disappointed everyone, but he suddenly changed his tone and said. "It is impossible to completely suppress the virus, but it seems that Dr. Yan's medicine has some kind of suppression function, and the virus is decreasing, and when it decreases to a certain extent, it does not regenerate."

"Great, that's good news." Smith couldn't help but jump excitedly. Although it can't completely eradicate the flu virus, at least there has been a breakthrough, which is worth his excitement.

After being excited for a while, Smith quieted down and looked at Yan Murong and said urgently. "Doctor Yan, is it possible to administer medicine to patients now?"

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded, thought about it, and added. "But all patients' medicines must be used only by me who have seen them myself, and besides, I will dispense them—but, as Dr. Horn said, my medicines cannot be completely eliminated."

"It's okay." Smith grabbed the life-saving straw, and he was reluctant to let go, and said in a loud voice. "I will urge the side to hurry up and develop antibiotics, as long as you can control the disease, it will be the greatest contribution to us."

"I do my best." Yan Murong nodded with a serious face. "By the way, Secretary Smith, I think, since Chinese medicine can work, can we start with Chinese medicine and develop antibiotics?"

"This—" Smith said with a slight hesitation. "Yes, I'll find someone to arrange a lab for you right away."

PS: "Famous Doctor" has reached the stage where it is close to the end, so I have to slow down for a long night, two more changes a day, and finish this ending well. It is initially expected that the book will be completed next month, so, in the last period of time, I hope you will continue to support, and the new book is also being conceived, it is still an urban theme, and the long night has been prepared for a long time, I believe it will be more perfect.