Guan Xing drank the wine in the bowl with all his strength, and lay on the bed resisting the nausea in his stomach.

Feng Yong said softly, "Junhou, you can't vomit again this time. If you vomit again, there will be no wine left."

Guan Xing stared at him, closing his mouth tightly and saying nothing.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would directly spray this guy in the face.

Several times, his mouth bulged, and then he swallowed it back alive.

Maybe he drank enough wine this time to neutralize the nauseating effect of the medicine, so although Guan Xing felt uncomfortable in his stomach, he finally struggled for a long time and finally didn't vomit it out again.

His situation made Feng Yong a little surprised. This martial arts practitioner was really determined.

He also thought that Guan Xing would have to vomit at least several times before he could settle down.

Naturally, Guan Xing didn't know the dirty thoughts in Feng Tubiao's mind. He just felt that if he spit out the medicinal soup he drank, it would affect the efficacy of the medicine, so he endured it with all his strength.

It's just that he was already severely tortured by the disease, and now that he was suffering like this, he just felt extremely tired, and unconsciously, he fell into a half-conscious state.

Guan Ji quietly put her hand on Guan Xing's forehead, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on her face. Then she gently pulled Guan Xing's collar and took a look, and her joy became even stronger.

"The fever is gone!"

Guan Ji couldn't believe it and took out Guan Xing's palm to look at it, then touched it carefully, trembling a little, "Not sweating profusely, not sweating..."

Although the second brother was sweating, it was from sweating just now. Compared with the sweating appearance before, it was completely different.

"Let me see, let me see!"

When Zhang Bao heard this, was it okay?

He quickly stepped forward and pulled Guan Xing.

"Brother Zhang, be careful, don't wake up the second brother."

Guan Ji quickly warned, and then turned to look at Feng Yong, her eyes full of gratitude, "Feng Lang, the second brother is really well!"

"It's not that fast. It just suppresses the disease temporarily. I will continue to take medicine later."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's effective, you can drink the medicine slowly." Guan Ji nodded vigorously, "Even if the second brother refuses to drink it, I will find a way to make him drink it."

Recalling the way Guan Ji poured the medicine directly into Guan Xing just now, Feng Tubiao, an accomplice, laughed dryly and said, "Sanniang, please watch carefully here. When Junhou wakes up, ask him if he feels uncomfortable anywhere.

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"Okay. Ah Lang, I don't even know how to thank you."

At this moment, Guan Ji wished she could throw herself into the arms of a certain country turtle, but at this moment, she could only look at him tenderly.

Feng Yong nodded and said, "You and I don't have to be polite. I'll go out and think about the next treatment method."

After saying that, he walked out.

Meeting Wang Ping and Huo Aji at the door, Feng Yong nodded to them, said hello, and let them enter the house.

After coming out of the courtyard and climbing up the city wall, some soldiers saw the famous Ghost King and prepared to come over to salute him respectfully. However, Feng Yong waved his hand and dismissed them, telling them not to disturb him.

Then I found a cool place to sit down, and began to worry a little: What if Fan A couldn't inject liquid into Guan Xing?

Looking at Guan Ji's current appearance, it is clear that she is sure that she can cure Guan Xing. If something happens, how can she have the face to face Guan Ji?

Giving people hope first and then despair is far crueler than giving people hope all the time.

However, if I use this method, it can take as long as one month or as little as half a month, and Guan Xing's condition will undoubtedly relapse.

Because the medicine he gave Guan Xing was called Changshan.

In the big debate on the Internet about whether artemisinin is related to traditional Chinese medicine, many people are trying their best to belittle traditional Chinese medicine, and many people are looking for examples to show that traditional Chinese medicine is useful.

Changshan is another antimalarial drug that has been mentioned the most.

Because after China's artemisinin came out, news soon came out in the United States, that is, they also extracted an alkaloid that can effectively fight malaria.

This alkaloid is also extracted from traditional Chinese medicinal materials, and it is also a malaria-fighting traditional Chinese medicine that has been used by Chinese medicine practitioners for nearly two thousand years.

Its name is Changshan.

This news was also used by both sides of the debate to slap each other in the face.

This can be said to be orthodox Chinese medicine, and it is also clearly recorded in Chinese medicine classics.

That one asked why Kangxi didn’t use Changshan for treatment, but instead used Cinchona cream?

If it is really useful and has been used for almost two thousand years, why didn't Tu Youyou choose it instead of Artemisia annua?

It was during that big debate on the Internet that Feng Yong learned that Changshan, in addition to Zhao Zilong, was also a name for traditional Chinese medicine.

This traditional Chinese medicine also has a strong inhibitory effect on malaria.

Note that this is suppression, not cure.

Because it is clearly recorded in traditional Chinese medicine classics that it can cut off malaria.

Cut means to stop.

In other words, it can prevent the onset of malaria, but it cannot cure malaria.

Drinking Changshan's soup for several days can suppress malaria for half a month to a month, during which the patient can live like a normal person.

However, the possibility of radical cure is relatively low, and there is a very high probability of recurrence.

Of course, if it relapses, you can drink again.

The only problem is that this medicine has serious side effects. If you drink it, you may suffer from headache, nausea, abdominal pain, extrusion of the eyeballs, etc.

The biggest side effect is constant vomiting.

If you just want to use it to induce vomiting, then you can use it.

Precisely because it has too many side effects, it is not widely popularized.

It’s not necessarily that Kang Mazi was not treated with Changshan, maybe it was used, but because there was no way to cure it, it was never cured.

It is also possible that the doctors at that time knew that Changshan's treatment for malaria would cause recurrence of the disease and the side effects were too great, so they did not dare to let Kang Mazi use it.

Tu Youyou also mentioned Changshan in her later words, but gave up in the end, indicating that it was not a good choice - at least not better than artemisinin.

Because you vomit after drinking it, you vomit after drinking it, the effect of the medicine is so strong that no one can stand it.

Drinking it with alcohol can alleviate its side effects.

Before Feng Yong could think of a good way to inject Guan Xing with artemisinin, he could only use Changshan to temporarily suppress the condition, and then ask Fan A if he had any good methods when he arrived.

Drinking Changshan to treat malaria is also a plan that gambles on character. Feng Yong also hates it - he hates anything that gambles on character.

He touched his arms and took out a small bamboo tube.

This was what he was going to use to try to make a syringe.

When making a syringe, the syringe barrel is not a problem, nor is the piston. Even the sealing between the needle and the syringe barrel can be solved.

The only problem is how to make the needle.

Even if the needle is a little bigger, it won't matter. It's like the big needle I used to inject pigs when I was a kid. It's still barely acceptable.

Anyway, these days, there are so many people who lose their arms and legs when they go into battle to kill the enemy. Are they still afraid of needle-sized wounds?

If you can't inject into a vein, why can't you just shoot it in the butt?

But the damn needle just can’t be made!

How did the guy who first made the syringe come up with it?

Feng Yong was in a daze when he heard someone say in his ear, "Master, are you okay?"

Turning around, he saw Amei standing not far away, looking at him worriedly.

"fine."

Feng Yong shook his head and asked, "Why did you come out with me too?"

Amei lowered her head, looking a little hastily, and said softly, "My maid saw that everyone was happy, but the master's face didn't look right when he walked out of the door, so I was a little worried about the master."

In Amei's heart, Feng Yong is the first one in her heart.

No matter how high-ranking Guan Xing is, he is still someone else, not her master.

What's more, she is still Feng Yong's nominal concubine.

So even Guan Ji failed to notice the slightest abnormality in Feng Yong when she was overjoyed, but Amei was able to observe it keenly.

"What are you doing standing under the sun? Come and sit down."

Feng Yong felt warm in his heart. This maid was quite qualified, so he generously invited her to come and sit with him for a while.

"The sun has set, it's not too hot."

Amei said in her mouth, but she walked over obediently and sat down far away from Feng Yong.

"Is the Lord worried about Guan Junhou's condition?"

"how do you know?"

Feng Yong was really surprised this time. When did this little maid become so good at guessing people's thoughts?
To be continued...