Jia Cong could not see any expression on his face, whether he was sure to win or fearful or worried. He was like these casual clothes, and he only put on a coarse linen in a low-key manner. The Nancheng who recognized him and the people passing by were definitely not the majority, because the top scholar had been riding a horse five years ago. He said calmly: "Yes, thanks to the royal court envoys to respect him, the elders are the first, and yours should come first."

However, many of the people who watched the temple inside and outside were aware of the people from the Wang Yuan. Because Wang Jiahui called a few civil or grassroots doctors, such as Wang Jiren, someone pointed out and talked: "Look, isn't that Dr. Li from our Nancheng Huimin Pharmacy Bureau?"

"Yes, that's Dr. Wang."

"Yeah, there are several patients inside."

"This is treating patients. I just heard that it seemed like two people were betting against each other. This is a good thing, and I will save the world with the help of the pot!"

At this time, the wealthy businessman was dressed up, Leng Zixing, who had a sharp beard on both sides of the mandible, said to his wealthy business friend: "It turns out that Jia Xueshi's Liuli Factory also operates medicines."

“That’s right.”

Someone heard it, and spread it to hundreds of people, and whispered: "Sir Jia? I'm afraid it's not the top scholar in Xicheng, Jia Cong, the attendant scholar?"

"It must be. Everyone knows that he built the Liulichang in Nancheng. Locals say that Jia Cong has been here these times."

"Everyone says that Jia Cong is young, and judging by his appearance, he must be."

"Well...but, the top scholar is playing with his pen, and being an official is not bad. When did you hear that the officials can do anything else? Also, look at those weird guys with little white and golden eyes, oh, what about the foreign devils! Is this reliable?"

"Tsk, I'm not those patients anyway, so what if I die? Anyway, they are half dead, right? I guess they are voluntary, and at least there will be a glimmer of hope for treatment."

"If you say this, my brother still makes some sense."

...

"Okay, I'll rely on my seniority and show it to the big show." Wang Jiahui bowed his hand and acted unremarkable: "Shi Shi is not in the officialdom, so we don't have to use the official title, just treat it as a Xinglin friend?"

Jia Cong smiled and nodded, and suddenly made people feel that they were step by step away from the spacious and messy and dirty palace under the dilapidated statue without any trace. He frowned slightly. As a person with a modern human soul, he knew that syphilis was highly contagious in the early stages, mainly blood, clothing, etc.

Although I was not sure if Xue Pan was infected with this virus some time ago, Jia Cong also strictly guarded against the details of his life, for fear that he would be caught.

Those who followed him and the guards also formed a circle of surrounds and guards with him as the center.

However, Wang Jiahui, who looked squinting, still saw Jia Cong's little move. He smiled mysteriously as if he was aware of it. He pretended to be next to Jia Cong to the threshold of the ruined temple. The old man had no arrogance, but said like a family: "Do you see that person still save him?"

With his eyes faintly looking at the dilapidated temple, Jia Cong clearly saw the man who was looking at Wang Jiahui and others, and was looking at the ulcers of his lips and tongue. He also heard them say that there was a swollen near the ulcer. Jia Cong said with uncertain expression: "I think this should be the early stage of this disease, right? Uh, that is, the flower and willow disease."

In fact, Jia Cong knew that the professional statement was that the person might have been in stage 1 of syphilis, but he knew that no one could understand this. If the swelling near the ulcer was obviously enlarged lymph nodes, hard and painless, the possibility of syphilis was even greater.

However, his expression and tone were heard in his ears, and in his eyes, Wang Yuanzhang clearly felt that Jia Cong seemed to be inconfident. Wang Jiahui couldn't help feeling at ease. Although he did not dare to offend officials, even if Jia Cong was filial and had no position, he could look down on him in his heart!

Jia Cong came to develop drugs and talk about medicine, isn’t this a cross-border cross-border?

Even in their Imperial Hospital, some people agree with Jia Cong's "Illustrated New Book of Changes" and "Illustrated New Emperor's Internal Classic". As a primary medical popular reading material, it is relatively excellent, but if the academic theory is good, it can represent high medical skills? Is it strong in practical practice? It is not the case at all! Which of them, the masters of Xinglin have decades of experience in medical practice? How old is Jia Cong?

snort!

Wang Jiahui still looked a little contemptuous of Jia Cong, including his colleagues in the Imperial Hospital. More importantly, Jia Cong did this, relying on the bookstore and booksellers he secretly operated secretly and the fortune of big medical books, which made the national masters of their Imperial Hospital look down on the face? Wouldn’t it be that the censors or those who look down on their inaction, and those who occupy the pit and do not shit? Let an outsider like Jia Cong point a finger? In the long run, will the people in the Imperial Hospital be confused?

There, Wang Jiren asked for advice with his eyes. Wang Jiahui nodded, and a doctor in the pharmacy took out a pill and gave it to the sick person.

Wang Jiahui made a gesture of invitation, Jia Cong nodded. The people on his side had already begun to prepare for arsenic Vanna. After about one stick of incense, the patients taking the medicine at the Imperial Hospital still did not see much noise. They had neither worsened nor died, nor any relief.

Jia Cong frowned, it would be strange if he could achieve immediate results! This is the disadvantage of old Chinese medicine! We have been eating casually since Shennong, but we can't die anyway! It's just that there are more poisons to resist!

He just wanted to know the other party’s medication formula!

But he knew that just as he would not disclose the formula of Arsenic Vannemin, the other party probably didn't want him to know.

"Ah?! That's going to stab the needle in? It's so terrible!"

"It seems different from acupuncture, what is the injection of that needle injecting something into it!"

The onlookers couldn't help but shivered!

Although acupuncture has been around for a long time and is quite common, there are still many people who are afraid of acupuncture, so they will change to other treatment methods. What's more, Jia Cong still needs to inject some unknown liquid?

Jia Cong showed some riots in the crowd.

Moreover, there were a lot of discussion outside the dilapidated temple. Based on his intuition, he felt that there might be acquaintances outside, including friends and enemies.

"No! No! I don't want it, I'd better not need treatment..." The patient on Jia Cong's side was frightened and waved his hands in panic. He stood up like a handsome guy who had been ravaged by a rich woman's happy ball for a week, covering his crotch and running away in panic.

James rolled his eyes and was a little disappointed. After all, based on Jia Cong's intention, she judged that this person was in the early stage of Hualiu disease. The probability of curing is greater and the efficacy of the medicine will be more obvious. She couldn't help but say: "Didn't you just say you were voluntarily?"

With the repeated rejection of many early patients, James had no choice but to choose some patients who seemed to be showing the middle and late stages. Christopher and Matthewice helped, and a shot of arsenic Vannemin was injected.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

Wang Jiahui, Wang Jiren, Leng Zixing, some secret onlookers and the masses all widened their eyes. Is there such a therapy? Will it die?

Seeing the patient struggling and unable to scream, it was obviously painful!

At this time, Sun Fu handed over a note, and Jia Cong had already left the crowd of the Imperial Hospital. Sun Fu said quietly with secret joy: "It was written by Grandma Bao."

Of course, Jia Cong recognized his wife's handwriting at a glance. He suddenly understood that because at that time, he mentioned to Baochai that Chen Sichen's "Secret Record of Moudy Sores" in the previous dynasty. One of the prescriptions for treating syphilis recorded was "Shenghuang Milk", but Jia Cong was not clear about the specific formula. He just checked it out extensively, but his wife Baochai paid attention. He checked it out specifically, and it must have taken a lot of time. In order to be safe, it was impossible for the Imperial Hospital to develop new drugs by itself. It could only use mature formulas that had been tested by previous generations.

Jia Cong saw that the eye-catching formula at the beginning was:

Mercury, arsenic, saltpeter, alum, green alum, mica, salt, green salt.

There are also instructions on how to make the method later. Jia Cong just took a quick glance and realized the fatal flaw of this "birth-breathing milk"!

He still has a big chance of winning!

At this moment, before Jia Cong had time to take a closer look, Feng Ziying next to him fanned and said in surprise: "Oh! He is dead!"

Jia Cong's pupils shrank, and the patient's body was hunched, and his bones and joints had been extremely lesions. Damn, this is already in the late stage and cannot be more advanced! Unexpectedly, after their arsenic Vannam injection, he died on the spot. Brother, you can at least give me some face! I, Jia Cong, are also a decent person!

"Hahaha..." The people from the Imperial Hospital laughed for a while, and Wang Jiren's face turned red with a flushing face. Wang Jiahui smiled for a moment and held back, but he looked very difficult.

The scene was very quiet.

The needle can be heard.

The onlookers opened their mouths wide and then became in an uproar.
Chapter completed!