It is unrealistic to do medical alcohol in this era, and neither will Zhou Nan; Even if Zhou Nan could make medical alcohol, he didn't have this condition. But Zhou Nan probably still knows how to extract high-grade wine. In fact, in real history, by the Song Dynasty, the distillation technique had been mastered, but it had not yet been popularized, and it was only the exclusive skill of those alchemists who practiced behind closed doors. Zhou Nan didn't want to use his own work to build the four modernizations and mess up history in this Liao country more than 1,000 years ago; But Zhou Nan has no objection to using existing technology to do things to save people.

Zhou Nan returned to his residence, looked in the room, first found a clay pot, and then turned out a stone mortar for rice. He used thick branches to hold the stone mortar upside down, so that one side of the stone mortar was slightly tilted, and the inclined side was perpendicular to the clay pot below, and then he went outside to cut back a thick piece of bamboo, removed the bamboo joints, and cut it into about three feet long, and then washed the iron pot on the stove in the stone house, and washed the stone mortar and the clay pot with boiling water. After all this was done, Zhou Nan began to build a complete set of stills, after covering the pot with the lid of the pot, he put the bamboo tube out of the lid of the pot, so that one end of the bamboo tube was in the pot and the other end was under the stone mortar, and when the steam rushed into the concave space of the stone mortar, it condensed into a liquid, dripped into the clay pot along the inclined side, and refined several times, and it was probably ready to use.

Everything was ready, Zhou Nan began to light the fire, led the fire with a fire sickle, burned the firewood in the stove, and went to find a fan, and was in a hurry, someone behind him said: "Brother Zhou, I'll come, I'll burn the fire." Zhou Nan turned his head and saw Gao Yun, and he didn't ask much, so he left his position, commanded Gao Yun, and asked Gao Yun to burn the fire first, and when the heat began to come out of the bamboo tube, Zhou Nan asked Gao Yun to control the temperature of the fire and not need to burn it again. After a while, the heat became more and more, and the lowest edge of the stone mortar was already dripping with wine, and a rich aroma of wine wafted by.

Gao Yun concentrated on controlling the fire according to Zhou Nan's requirements, and always kept the wine in the pot in a boiling heat that was hot but not boiling. A small amount of wine had been accumulated in the clay pot.

Careful Gao Yun looked at all this of Zhou Nan, in her opinion, although this Brother Zhou is a stranger, but since her brother carried him back outside the Laojun Cave, I don't know what the reason is, I feel that this person is trustworthy and has a very good way. Now that Brother Zhou is in good health, watching him grow stronger day by day, she is also happy for him in her heart. As for what Brother Zhou is doing now, she doesn't want to ask, she only knows that what Brother Zhou is doing must make sense.

Zhou Nan boiled for an hour before steaming the wine in the pot. He picked up the clay pot and brought two jars, and now there is less than half a jar of wine left in the clay pot, after all, it is not a closed container, and the heat that has not had time to condense has taken away a lot of wine. He poured the wine in the jar back into the pot and let Gao Yun light the fire like just now, and he went out and brought back a pile of dry firewood. said to Gao Yun again: "Are you tired?" If you're sleepy, go back to sleep, there's not much left, I can take care of it." Gao Yun shook her head and said, "I don't know what you do, but I know that it has something to do with the third brother of Gao, isn't it Brother Zhou?" Zhou Nan nodded and didn't explain.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Nan and Gao Yun's hard work finally got the wine at the bottom of the jar. Although it is all wine, after four times of steaming, the degree of wine is almost 50 degrees. Zhou Nan asked Gao Yun to cover the clay pot tightly, and then put the clay pot in the house and hide it. Zhou Nancai said to Gao Yun: "If the third brother is injured, if it is not good, you will need it." Gao Yun nodded as if she didn't understand, but there was a look of trust in her eyes.

After Gao Yun left, Zhou Nan also hurriedly lay down and fell asleep, tossing all night, mainly because he was nervous and had to sleep quickly. I'll go see Zhou Fu tomorrow.

Zhou Nan fell asleep when he lay down, this was the most fulfilling sleep he had since coming to this world. When he woke up, it was already noon, and when he was washing his face, Gao Yun came with a clay pot, a bowl of brown rice and dry rice, and a plate of fried chicken with wild leeks fried according to Zhou Nan's recipe. Gao Yun watched Zhou Nan eat deliciously, and said to Zhou Nan: "I came to see you in the morning, you are still sleeping, so I didn't call you, the slave brother came back when the morning was about to dawn, and he was still sleeping at this time." Zhou Nan listened, hurriedly finished eating, and asked Gao Yun to carry the clay pot containing the wine and go to Lao Zhengtou's house together. Zhou Fu's injury is not light, and it is estimated that he will not move to live elsewhere.

Along the way, Zhou Nan followed Gao Yun and was worried about Zhou Fu's injury. Not to mention Lao Zhengtou's medical skills, the treatment of external injuries in traditional Chinese medicine is always not reassuring. Hopefully, the little bit of wine he steamed will do some tricks. Penicillin? - Don't talk nonsense! Zhou Nan didn't know anything else except that he vaguely knew that it was inadvertently invented by a foreigner. If he knew that he would cross, he would have to buy an encyclopedia.

Zhou Nan traveled all the way, and when Zhou Nan came to a bend, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes fell on the bunches of small grapes on a vine under the mountain forest not far away. Zhou Nan walked closer, only to see clusters of purple berries as big as peppercorns on the pink stems, green on the leaves and white on the leaves, Gao Yun thought that Zhou Nan wanted to eat, and hurriedly stopped Zhou Nan and said: "Brother Zhou, don't you want to eat snake grapes?" Isn't it that you don't know, this snake grape is poisonous and can't be eaten? Zhou Nan pulled out the knife and dug down the vine, and when Zhou Nan dug out the stem and roots, it showed a root like ginseng. Zhou Nan had a smile on his face, and said to Gao Yun: "I was reluctant to eat, so I gave it to Lao Zhengtou for wine to drink." Ignoring Gao Yun's eyes, he cut off the stem on it again, picked it up and continued to walk towards Lao Zhengtou's house.

When they came to Lao Zhengtou's house, the house was very quiet, and it was estimated that Gao Yuan and they stayed all night and went back early in the morning. Entering the house, only Lao Zheng Tou was boiling medicine, a medicine pot was spitting yellow foam on the stove, and the room was full of strong smell of Chinese medicine. Seeing Zhou Nan and Gao Yun coming in, Lao Zheng Tou motioned for them to sit casually. Zhou Nan first went to the bed to look at Zhou Fu, only to see that Zhou Fu's face was red, his lips were purple, Zhou Fu's brows were furrowed, and Zhou Nan felt that his palms were hot before he put his hand on Zhou Fu's forehead.

Lao Zheng Tou glanced at Zhou Nan and said, "This is caused by excessive blood loss and blood deficiency in the camp, lack of yin blood, and deficiency of yang." Zhou Nan nodded and asked, "Is there a prescription for treatment?" Lao Zheng shook his head and said: "Lao Clumsy has a pair of Sanhuang soup here, and he can only do his best, whether he succeeds or not, it still depends on Brother Zhou's own creation." ”

Zhou Nan said to Lao Zhengtou: "I have a topical medicine here, which is boiled with your wine, please ask my husband to remove the pus and blood from the wound of the third brother Gao, and then rub it with this potion, and then mash these roots and skins and apply them to the wound." It should be of some use. ”

Lao Zheng Tou took the clay pot from Gao Yun's hand, opened it and smelled it, a rich aroma of wine came to his nose, but it was different from the taste of his wine.

Lao Zheng Tou saw Zhou Nan's serious expression, not like a joke, so he took it and prepared according to Zhou Nan's words. Zhou Nan asked Gao Yun to wait outside, Zhou Nan helped Lao Zheng Tou in the house, helped Lao Zheng Tou cut the root into small pieces, and then cut off the skin of a few stems, Lao Zheng Tou put it in a medicine jar, smashed it hard, pounded it into a paste, and put it aside first. Then according to what Zhou Nan said, he took off the plaster of Zhou Fu's wound, and was just about to use a knife to remove the carrion, but was pulled by Zhou Nan, he looked at Zhou Nan suspiciously, Zhou Nan took the knife, first roasted it in the volcano, and the tip of the knife turned blue-black, and then handed it to Lao Zheng Tou, who had no time to ask more, and began to clean the wound, and then cleaned the wound with the wine in Zhou Nan's clay pot. Zhou Fu suddenly woke up from the pain, knowing that he was treating his injuries, but he couldn't bear to scream. After washing, Lao Zhengtou applied the paste-like ointment to the wound and gently wrapped it with a cloth, which gave him a long sigh of relief.