Wang Yang, who got the news, rushed to the room where the fruit tree was as soon as possible, and his face was very solemn.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw a fruit tree lying on the bed, whining softly.

His chest was open, his chest was eroded, emitting a faint stench, abscesses were everywhere, the wounds were not healed, and blood oozed from time to time.

There were a lot of people gathered outside, and this time they were not stopped outside, but wore masks and took turns to come in to see the young man who was about to die, which was considered to be a visit to the remains in advance.

It's just that this corpse is pale, no different from a dead person, or even worse than a dead person, and when a person dies, he will be washed and put on new clothes.

The fruit tree is so open to the chest, and the festering place can be seen at a glance, which is not conducive to today's dinner, and it is very unappetizing.

At the head of the bed, it was his few "co-workers" who had not yet had time to get acquainted with him, and wrote words of encouragement to him: "Don't worry, I have already chosen a piece of feng shui treasure land for you......"

The fruit tree was deeply moved, worthy of being from the same country, this heart was really touching, and he was so moved that he didn't want to appreciate it.

It seemed to the people that the tree was terminally ill and hopeless, and they had not learned the white lie, so they spoke from the bottom of their hearts.

Wang Yang glanced at the wound of the fruit tree, looked at the festering meat, swallowed his saliva, turned to an official behind him and said, "You go and inform Xiaohong and ask her to change tonight's barbecue dinner and make some green vegetables and fruit salad." ”

Turning around, Wang Yang walked in front of the fruit tree, took out a pen and paper, and wrote: "How is it, how do you feel?" ”

The fruit tree picked up the pen and replied, "I'm dying." ”

"Nonsense! I'm asking if you're still having trouble breathing? ”

"I don't know if I didn't get sick. I can't care about it. The fruit tree said gloomily: "After all, I still couldn't get through." ”

"Yes! After all, it got worse than the infection. The corners of Wang Yang's mouth twitched, and he saw that others were communicating something. I couldn't help but walk over and take a look.

"Where are you talking about where to bury?" Wang Yang frowned.

"yes, he won't last a few days. We could die in a week or so, so we had to figure out where to bury it and then dig a pit. One replied.

It can be seen that everyone has no confidence in this, and Wang Yang's confidence is not strong, but he has not given up yet.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I still have a way to save him!"

"Is there a way?"

"Can it really be saved?"

Everyone uses different words and sentences, but the ideas are the same, this can also be saved?

"Of course it can be saved. But he may not be able to live, and now although his wound is very infected, it has not caused other symptoms, which may be saved! ”

Wang Yang looked at the fruit tree: "Now I have a way to save you, the same is nine deaths and one life, you think about it yourself, whether it is better to die quickly, or to save it again, maybe live." But it is more likely that various symptoms will erupt at the same time, and at that time, you will not only have a little pain in your chest, but life is worse than death. ”

"What. There is still a way! With a sudden, the tree sat up, its eyes lit up. grabbed Wang Yang's arm, and his body shook.

"Teenager. You're still seriously ill! Pay attention to the image! Wang Yang glared at him, glancing at the few more puscesses he had broken.

"And. Pay attention to your abscess, it will not cure you if it splashes on me. ”

"Oooo The fruit tree nodded, and immediately lay down straight, recovering its previous lifeless appearance.

"Go get those scientists and tell them to bring the medicines."

The news spread immediately, and everyone was immediately excited, if this is saved, then the infected people, and the people who are ineffective with maggots, are they all saved?

This is not only about the life safety of the fruit trees, but also about eliminating their future safety hazards, especially those who are ready to be sent out, who will face the wilderness and inevitably get hurt.

If they are saved, it is great news for them.

Naturally, they completely forgot what Wang Yang said about "nine deaths and one life".

"What do you think you do?"

"I suspect what kind of alcohol is made of zuò, I heard that alcohol can kill viruses, do you see if Wang Yang cut off all the infected flesh and sprinkled it with alcohol?"

"Yes, it's possible!"

The crowd was talking and conjecturing.

It didn't take long for the scientists to arrive, they were only holding a jar, and apparently they knew what Wang Yang was going to do.

Everyone looked curious, not knowing what kind of medicine was inside.

But they don't have the courage to open it directly, these scientists are the four rank masters, although they are the least official, and they don't command others, but the head is hanging there, and it deserves everyone's respect.

"Did you get it?"

After coming in, Wang Yang glanced at the jar and asked.

"I brought it, but there is still no progress in the research." Several scientists reproached themselves.

"No need to do this, it's not your problem, just give him medicine." Wang Yang pointed to the fruit tree, and the scientists stood around the fruit tree and opened the jar.

The people in the room all looked inside the jar, and the people outside the door also desperately stood on their toes, trying to see what kind of panacea it was.

It's not a panacea, it's not a miracle cure, it's hair, blue-white void hair, all kinds of differences.

"What is this? What animal hair? ”

"Stoat hair? Or the fur of a white rabbit? What is cyan? ”

The people were puzzled,

That's right, this is Penicillium cut from moldy bread, and white mold from porridge.

Both molds contain penicillin, which is an absolute antibiotic, but as I said before, the larger part is other bacteria, and some bacteria are deadly.

Even if other bacteria are not fatal, they can cause other diseases, and as long as they are sick, they are no different from being fatal.

As long as this kind of mold is used, it will either survive or die, and as for the festering wound, it can definitely be contained, even if it dies in the end, it is no longer due to wound infection.

The reason why I didn't use it before was because it wasn't at this point, there was still room for relaxation, and it was treated with softer means, and at this point, there was no way to keep it.

"Rub it on him." Wang Yang nodded.

Several scientists grabbed a handful of fine hairs and spread them on the wound of the fruit tree with chopsticks, and the silky smooth touch made the fruit tree a little itchy.

But the next moment, his face suddenly changed color.

"Woooooo He screamed frantically, hysterical, extremely painful, and the wound in his chest was like countless rats gnawing, and the pain was unbearable.

All of a sudden, his face was covered in cold sweat, and then quickly spread all over his body, convulsing constantly, and his two hands were clawed and placed above his chest, just to get the damn hair off.

This feeling is no different from sprinkling salt on a wound, and everyone knows that penicillin is the most painful, because it is too lethal and destroys cells.

Everyone was also startled when they saw the hideousness on his face, and they couldn't imagine what those hairs were made of, it turned out to be this kind of effect, and it was really better to live than to die.

Wang Yang just looked at it solemnly, and after a while, the fruit tree completely lost its strength, and its limbs were weakly swung in a large shape, and the bed board under him was already wet.

"Take a good look at him, see the condition of his wound the next day, if it doesn't get better, then give it to him to continue to use, if it doesn't get better, use it outside, and take it inside, and eat the hair."

Wang Yang looked at the fruit tree: "If you want to survive, you have to pay a big price, I said earlier that once you use it, life is better than death, do you still want to live?" ”

The fruit tree nodded with difficulty but firmly.

After a busy afternoon, Wang Yang, who returned to the second floor, was a little tired, rubbed his eyebrows, and shouted, "Serve, serve!" ”

Xiaohong heard the cry and took a knife to Wang Yang.

"What for?" Wang Yang was puzzled.

"Cook!" Little Red folded her hands.

"What do you mean?" Wang Yang was unhappy.

"I've been helping you cook for dozens of days in a row, and it's your turn to cook."

Wang Yang suddenly realized, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "What about this......"

"Don't put it off any longer, lie to me every time! Go cook! ”

……

The effect of those hairs was revealed, and everyone finally figured out the ingredients in the hairs, which contained something called penicillin, which is an excellent medicine for sterilization, anti-inflammatory, and treatment of various diseases.

However, it is not pure at present, there are too many bacteria involved, there is no way to deal with it, as long as it is used, it is either life or death, unlike maggots, although failure will aggravate the infection, but it will not die quickly.

The next day, Wang Yang came to check the pulse of the fruit tree, and immediately found that the fruit tree's face was much better, and his wound seemed to be much better.

"The effect is definitely there, but I don't know if other bacteria have caused other symptoms."

The spirit of the fruit tree has improved a lot, his face is not so green, and when he saw Wang Yang, he said excitedly: "That medicine has an effect, give me three catties!" ”

"Poof!"

Wang Yang glared at him fiercely, suspecting that his brain was burned out, and touched his forehead, it was very hot! I guess it really burned out.

Another day later, Wang Yang came to see him again, he recovered a little better, his forehead was not so hot, it seemed that he had recovered to a normal body temperature, and there was a trace of blood on his face.

"How does it feel?" Wang Yang asked him.

The fruit tree hurriedly wrote in his notebook: "I felt like a dove, flew into the sky, and saw myself. ”

“……”

Wang Yang wiped a handful of cold sweat and said angrily: "That's the soul out of the shell!" It's really sick! ”

After a few more days, the tree was able to move into the ground, and the scarring on the chest was showing a knot, and the wound was healing rapidly.

Anyone who came to see him was amazed, and thought that the effect of the medicine was amazing, and the fruit tree also said, "That medicine is so good, I want to pack a few catties!" ”

When everyone heard this, they jointly signed a letter, asking Wang Yang to send some "hair" every month.

Wang Yangcai didn't care about it, and told them how to make it, and collected it himself if he wanted.

Finally solved the matter, Wang Yang was a little lucky, the fruit tree was also fateful, so it didn't die.

But before he could rejoice, another strange thing happened. (To be continued......)