On the same day, the British public Zhang Rong received a report from the domestic slave - the little boy was left in the village, saying that he wanted to have a night talk with the owner of Shitai Village. He just whispered to Zhang Rong, and then continued to read his book. It's just that he didn't know what his grandson was going through.

"Heal?"

Looking at Shi Yiwen in surprise, Zhang Weiliang asked puzzled.

"Can you cure me?"

Staring at Shi Yiwen, Zhang Weiliang's tone was suspicious, as the heir of the Guogong Mansion, since he suffered from tuberculosis, I don't know how many doctors he has found and how many prescriptions he has tried, but in the end, in addition to barely maintaining his life, his condition is still getting worse.

Can he cure?

Do you really think I'm a three-year-old?

"You may not be able to eradicate the roots, but it's better than carrying it like this, you decide for yourself."

Looking at Zhang Weiliang, Shi Yiwen said seriously.

When the two first met, they saw that he was coughing and holding a handkerchief, so they thought that he might have tuberculosis, and then after a little questioning, they knew from him that he had tuberculosis for several years. "Can you really be cured?"

In the face of such an uncertain answer, Zhang Weiliang once again emerged with a glimmer of hope, but this is the case for all patients, who are in a hurry to speculate, and what they are most afraid of and most eager for is hope.

Facing Zhang Weiliang, who was full of hope, Shi Yiwen nodded, and then said.

"There's always something for sure."

The so-called grasp is actually streptomycin, tuberculosis is a terrible fatal disease, what is even more terrible is its infectiousness, before the invention of streptomycin to get tuberculosis is equivalent to suffering from a terminal disease, various countries have a variety of strange treatments, China has a literary description of eating blood steamed buns to fight tuberculosis, of course, this method must be cruel and ineffective.

However, because the ototoxicity and nephrotoxicity of streptomycin limited its use, it was gradually replaced by its brother amikamycin, which is used only in rare cases. And there is no streptomycin in the pharmacy of the space, but there are some amikamycin.

"Want to try it?"

In the face of Shi Yiwen's inquiry, Zhang Weiliang naturally would not refuse.

However, what happened next seemed to Zhang Weiliang to be as simple as a dream, he watched with amazement how Shi Yiwen took out a "skin bag" filled with potions, and the skin bag was also transparent, and then connected the "skin bag" with a transparent thin tube, and then pierced into his body.

The potion, just like that, was injected into the body.

Looking at the finger-thick transparent tube in the middle, the potion fell like water droplets, Zhang Weiliang only felt that all this was so unbelievable.

The bottle containing the potion is actually "skin", "skin" or transparent, what is that made of?

The original Zhang Weiliang wanted to ask a few more questions, but in the end he gave up.

Why?

Who doesn't have a secret recipe these days? Maybe this kind of "skin" is someone's secret recipe, and now people take out such a secret recipe to treat themselves, so naturally they can't ask.

Zhang Weiliang didn't ask, of course Shi Yiwen didn't say, in the next few days, in addition to hanging water every day, he was also leisurely in Zhuangzi, reading, curing, and even he didn't notice it, coughing became less and less, and his breathing was much smoother.

He had not slept peacefully for many years, and after a peaceful sleep, when he woke up again, breathing fresh air, Zhang Weiliang suddenly realized that his body seemed to be completely well.

When was the last time I slept so soundly and didn't wake up coughing in my sleep?

Even a few days ago, I would have been coughing and gasping violently after waking up, but now?

"Did he cure me?"

For Zhang Weiliang, he thought that it was not Shi Yiwen who cured tuberculosis, but he who cured himself, which is the most important thing.

This favor is owed!

Silently wrote down this kindness in his heart, and after Zhang Weiliang got up, he asked his personal house slave.

"Where's the farmer?"

"He has been busy in the backyard for the past two days, saying that he is making some sand table."

When he arrived in the backyard, Zhang Weiliang saw Shi Yiwen who was busy in the firewood shed, in front of him was a large sand table, as a son of the courtiers, although he did not enter the army because of physical reasons, but Zhang Weiliang was no stranger to the sand table, but in his opinion, those sand tables obviously could not be compared with this, this sand table is quite fine, which not only has mountains, hills, cities, etc., but also uses colors to simulate rivers and valleys.

"Zhiyuan, what is this?"

Looking at the form on the sand table, Zhang Weiliang was surprised.

"This is the capital!"

After saying this, Zhang Weiliang immediately said.

"Zhiyuan, hurry up and destroy this, otherwise it will definitely cause you a big disaster!"

Looking at Zhang Weiliang, Shi Yiwen was puzzled.

"What does this mean?"

"Speech, the capital is the center of the world, you make your own sand table, and if you spread it, you will definitely be impeached, and when the time comes, I am afraid that you will be burned."

"Impeachment ......"

Shi Yiwen's mind naturally appeared in the Ming Dynasty's famous and reputation-seeking officials, but he didn't expect that a sand table would also bring trouble, and he sneered.

"It's just a bunch of people who can only talk about fame and reputation."

In Shi Yiwen's view, the destruction of the Ming Dynasty may be the responsibility of the Jiangnan gentry group, but the "speech officials" composed of the imperial history of the Imperial Court and the six departments are the culprits who destroyed the Ming Dynasty. Those people are not of great character and power, ranging from national events to rumors in the market, as big as the emperor and as small as the grass people, and if they are not used to it, they will go to the court to report it. The official is only responsible for the book, and the emperor himself judges whether it is right or wrong, and he does not have to be responsible for what is wrong.

Especially after they became involved in party disputes, they transformed from so-called "overseers" into trolls without conscience. One of the main reasons for the fall of the Ming Dynasty was the participation of the officials in party struggles and the transformation of serious political life into a farce.

"Uh......"

looked at Shi Yiwen in surprise, Zhang Weiliang, who was himself "harmed" by the official, said in surprise.

"Zhiyuan, if your words are spread, I'm afraid you will definitely become the enemy of an ancient official."

"So what? Besides, will you say it? ”

Shi Yiwen smiled, knowing that the Zhang family and Yanguan could be said to be "incompatible", but he was not worried about Zhang Weiliang spreading his words, and now they all have common interests.

"How is Yiren feeling these two days?"

Seeing that he didn't cough like when they first met, while sighing in his heart about the fast effect of modern drugs on the ancients, Shi Yiwen directly diverted the topic and said.

"If you feel better, let's go to Mentougou, you see this ......"

Pointing to the mountains on the sand table, Shi Yiwen smiled.

"The coal mine is built here, and the road follows the valley from here, and the road needs to be built along the mountain......"