After the man in the hoodie left, a young man walked out from behind the living room where the two were meeting.

The other party looked at the retreating figure with disdain on his face, "Isn't he just a sesame official? Why are you showing off to us? He dares to order us, who is he?"

"Shut up!" the middle-aged man scolded.

"No matter how he is a sesame official, he is still an official. Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials. No matter how powerful your uncle is, this county official is not as good as the current one. You still have to give him the face he deserves."

The young man curled his lips with a look of disdain. He was not arguing about anything.

The middle-aged man's face softened and he said, "You personally take the people to Jingzhou and guard the road directly to the capital for me."

The young man said disapprovingly: "Dad, what if I tell him to file a lawsuit? Let's just kill everyone in Wuli Village to create the illusion of a fire. There will be no evidence to prove the death. Then my uncle will help. Speaking, even if someone comes down to investigate, it is just a formality. You are just too old and have too many worries. You obviously have such a good method at hand but don't use it."

"You are the only one who is smart!" The middle-aged man looked unkind, "Are all the smart people in the world dead? What you have done will eventually leave traces. If you kill everyone, isn't that a guilty conscience? Don't do it. I'm trying to trick you into being clever, and hurry up and do what I told you to do!"

……

In a flash, seven days passed.

Ning Qingxi was so excited that she and Wang Xiujuan came to the laboratory early in the morning without even eating breakfast to check the culture results of penicillin.

The two carefully opened the petri dishes, as if holding fragile porcelain, and slowly placed them on the experimental table.

Gently opening the lid, the two of them took a breath and looked at it, their eyes gradually bursting with joy.

Looking at the original penicillin, Ning Qingxi said with great joy: "Hey! It's a success, it's a success! Great, we succeeded!"

Wang Xiujuan was also so happy that she couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's good now. Hong Lin's fate is finally saved." No, it depends on whether the other person is allergic to penicillin.

After some processing, all the penicillin was extracted into a container.

Wang Xiujuan kept waiting for Ning Qingxi to do it bit by bit, not daring to rush or leave.

Seeing all the penicillin being extracted, Wang Xiujuan held the container and wanted to walk out. Ning Qingxi quickly stopped her and said, "Milk! You haven't had breakfast yet!"

"What's for breakfast? It's a matter of life and death. Let's do a skin test first. I can eat while waiting." Wang Xiujuan's voice faded away.

Ning Qingxi also prayed in his heart, hoping that this treatment would be successful.

If nothing else, Ma Honglin should take the lead in suppressing the rebellion in the south. Without him, the south would not have been able to recover so smoothly.

In a hurry, she came to Ma Mansion holding some precious treasure. As she walked, Wang Xiujuan asked Zhou Yulan to prepare what she needed.

When they came to the room, the people in the room had been emptied, leaving only Dr. Shi, Zhou Yulan and Wang Xiujuan.

Although Zhou Yulan had prepared for the worst and was even ordering a coffin, after hearing that Wang Xiujuan had the medicine, it was hard not to feel a sense of expectation in her heart.

Before penicillin was made, Wang Xiujuan only told Dr. Shi that there was a medicine. She did not dare to tell Zhou Yulan rashly, because she was afraid that people had already given up hope. If you give people hope, they will fall into despair.She came over with the medicine in person before she told Zhou Yulan about the penicillin.

"This is a good anti-inflammatory medicine. No matter what kind of inflammation-preserving medicine is used to cure the disease, it is most suitable for treating such wounds, but it must be divided into people. Some people cannot use this medicine. Let's give Hong Lin a try first. If he If it doesn't work, it's God's will." Wang Xiujuan said seriously.

Zhou Yulan pursed her lips, "Don't worry, ma'am, just take the medicine, I'm already mentally prepared."

Then Wang Xiujuan gave Ma Honglin a skin test, and everyone waited nervously in the room.

After about a quarter of an hour, Doctor Shi asked nervously: "How are you, Marquis Wanmin? There is nothing strange about General Ma. Is it proven that it can be used now?"

If you are allergic to penicillin, the effect will take effect within a few minutes. It has been a quarter of an hour now. Wang Xiujuan is sure that Ma Honglin is not allergic to penicillin.

She smiled and said, "You can take medicine."

……

Ma Honglin felt that he had had a very long dream. In the dream, he dreamed about his whole life. When he was a child, there were several brothers in the family, but in the end he was the only one who survived. He either starved to death or was stretched out. Damn it, his childhood wish was to be satisfied with a bowl of millet porridge every day, but even if it was such a simple request, the damn court was not willing to satisfy it.

In the dream, he dreamed about the first time he killed someone when he joined the army. He dreamed about the first time he went to the battlefield and made meritorious service and was appreciated by Chang Yuan. He dreamed about going to the south to personally overthrow the imperial court that had been pressing on him for most of his life. , dreaming of those high-ranking nobles kneeling at his feet and begging for mercy.

The final scene was fixed at the moment when he was injured and fainted.

When I opened my eyes again, I found an unfamiliar scenery above my head.

No, is he dead?Before he dies, he will return to the place he wants to go most. The place he wants to go most is to be with his wife and son, so his soul floats here?
Then where is his wife?
Ma Honglin wanted to sit up, but found that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

He opened his mouth, but he could only move his lips. The most flexible parts were his eyes.

But lying flat, the line of sight is limited, looking left and right is not only the top of the bed, but also the top of the bed.

Since taking the medicine, Zhou Yulan has been lying next to Ma Honglin's bed. Wang Xiujuan said that it depends on whether the person can be saved. Zhou Yulan's eyes were fixed on Ma Honglin, and she didn't think at all all night. If you dare to leave, even your son will be entrusted to the care of his servants.

Zhou Yulan seemed to have had some nightmare and was suddenly awakened. After getting up, she habitually picked up the cup next to her and wanted to moisten Ma Honglin's lips. When she turned to look at the other person's face, her movements suddenly froze.

She blinked her eyes, as if she was afraid of disturbing the person in front of her, and asked softly: "Old Ma, is it you? Are you awake? Am I dreaming?" She put down the cup and touched herself heavily. pinched her thigh hard.

I felt the clear pain coming from my thigh, and the tears in my eyes instantly covered my face.

Zhou Yulan's voice trembled: "Old Ma, you finally woke up." She stretched out her trembling hand and slowly reached towards Ma Honglin's face.

Ma Honglin wanted to open his mouth to say something, but found that it was difficult to open his throat as if it was blocked by something.

After staring at her husband's face for a while, Zhou Yulan suddenly sat up as if she had woken up from a dream.

(End of this chapter)

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