My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 8 Garlic and Wine

A few wisps of green smoke were emitted from the incense burner, and the eyes of the Buddha in the center of the Buddhist hall were drooping, with endless compassion in his expression.

Zhu Zhanhe was sitting opposite Yao Guangxiao and Yuan Zhongche, sipping fragrant tea with a leisurely expression, while behind him, Xu Yelu was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and he still hadn't woken up.

"Are you sure you can heal a sore with just strong wine and garlic?"

Yao Guangxiao endured it for a long time, but finally couldn't help asking.

"Master, do you know what causes the swelling?"

Zhu Zhanhe knew that the other party would ask such a question, but instead of answering, he asked rhetorically.

"People with swelling and ulcers, evil energy enters the body, there are distinctions between internal and external, cold and heat, but no matter what the situation is, it is extremely troublesome!"

Yao Guangxiao replied casually.

Zhu Zhanhe was noncommittal when he heard the words, but asked again: "I once heard a story that the Buddha saw a glass of water and said that there were more than 8 insects in the water. I wonder if it is true?"

"You said, 'Buddha contemplates a bowl of water, and there are eighty-four thousand insects. If you don't recite this mantra, it's like eating the flesh of living beings.'"

Yao Guangxiao corrected.

"It turns out that there are [-] worms in a bowl of water. Thinking about it, these worms must be very small, and we usually drink water, cook, and wash with water, so we must be contaminated with these worms."

Zhu Zhanhe deliberately paused at this point, looked at Yao Guangxiao and the two before continuing: "I don't know if you two have thought about it, if these bugs get into people's wounds, what will happen?"

"My son, this story should be just the Buddha's teaching his disciples to be merciful in everything. It doesn't mean that these bugs really exist, right?"

Wu Zhongche questioned.

"No, the Buddha has great supernatural powers and can see things that ordinary people can't see. If he dares to say such a thing, he must have seen it with his own eyes. What do you think, Master?"

Zhu Zhanhe first praised the Buddha, and then kicked the ball to Yao Guangxiao.

"This... what the prince said makes sense."

Yao Guangxiao is a monk after all, so it can't be said that the Buddha didn't have such supernatural powers, right?

"These bugs are usually harmless, but if a person is injured and the bugs enter the body, they will cause various symptoms, such as high fever, cough, coma, etc. If you want to treat injuries or diseases, you have to get rid of these invisible bugs." Start."

Zhu Zhanhe tried his best to explain the medicine of later generations in a language that can be understood in this era. Whether it is bacteria or viruses, they should all be regarded as bugs.

"You mean to say that if you want to cure an injury, you must eliminate these bugs that have entered the human body?"

Although Yao Guangxiao was old, his mind was very open, and he quickly accepted the new knowledge.

This is also related to Yao Guangxiao's experience. He was a monk when he was young, but he learned yin and yang magic from Taoist Xi Yingzhen, and later studied Confucianism, medicine, and law.

"Exactly, there are many types of these bugs, and the symptoms they cause are also different. For example, General Xu's sores, which I prefer to call wound infections, are caused by small bugs called bacteria. Garlic and Hard alcohol can kill this bacteria!"

In fact, Zhu Zhanhe mainly used allicin, but this thing has a disadvantage, that is, it is unstable, it will decompose when exposed to heat, and its solubility in water is not high, but it is easy to dissolve in alcohol, and it can also maintain stability, so He just used strong alcohol.

Of course, there is no need for Zhu Zhanhe to explain these details.

After listening to Zhu Zhanhe's explanation, Yao Guangxiao and Yuan Zhongche looked at each other.

What Zhu Zhanhe said can be justified, but it did not dispel the doubts in the hearts of the two. After all, this is just his family's words. As for whether it is correct or not, it depends on the real effect.

However, at this moment, the monk who was taking care of Xu Ye Donkey behind him suddenly shouted in surprise: "Master, General Xu is starting to sweat!"

Yao Guangxiao got up suddenly when he heard the words, and walked to Xu Yelu, only to see that the other person's forehead was covered with sweat. For a person with a high fever, sweating is obviously a good sign, which means that his body temperature is about to drop.

Yao Guangxiao immediately checked Xu Yelu personally, and soon said happily: "The high fever has started to subside, breathing is strong, and the pulse has stabilized a lot."

Speaking of this, Yao Guangxiao turned his head to look at Zhu Zhanhe, and said with a bit of disbelief in his tone: "Your medicine is really effective!"

"It's just a wound infection. Garlic and wine are specially used to treat this kind of disease. With General Xu's physical condition, it won't take long for him to recover!"

Zhu Zhanhe replied very easily.

In fact, apart from the good bactericidal effect of allicin, Xu Yelu's physical condition is also very important. As his name suggests, he is as strong as a donkey, which is why Zhu Zhanhe dared to make such a fuss.

"Wait, does this garlic wine work for all sores?"

Yao Guangxiao suddenly became very excited, rushed to Zhu Zhanhe in a few steps, grabbed his arm and asked.

"Of course, as long as the wound is infected, garlic wine can be used to heal it, but it has a disadvantage."

Zhu Zhanhe was taken aback by the excited Yao Guangxiao, but he still replied.

"What's the downside?"

Yao Guangxiao suddenly became nervous.

"Garlic wine has a miraculous effect on wound infection, but there is a prerequisite, that is, it must be made fresh, and if it is left for too long, it will lose its effect."

Zhu Zhanhe reminded.

As an antibiotic, the reason why allicin is not as common as penicillin is that it has poor stability and decomposes at high temperatures, and it will slowly oxidize even at room temperature.

"It turns out that this is not a big shortcoming!"

Yao Guangxiao heaved a sigh of relief, compared to the effect of garlic wine, this shortcoming is not worth mentioning at all.

After a while, Xu Yelu's fever completely subsided, his breathing was steady, and his face returned to normal.

This made Yao Guangxiao no longer have any doubts about the efficacy of the garlic wine. Judging by Xu Yelu's appearance, his life should no longer be in danger.

"Young Master, Hui Hai said that you have something to ask me for, but I don't know why?"

Zhu Zhanhe finally thought of his purpose of coming to see Yao Guangxiao, so he asked.

Yao Guangxiao looked at Yuan Zhongche who was next to him when he heard the words, and saw that the other party nodded slightly, so he immediately said: "I have guests here today, so you can go around the temple, and we can talk about it tomorrow if we have something to do!"

"Uh... this... okay!"

Zhu Zhanhe didn't understand why the other party suddenly drove him away, but after thinking about it, he didn't want to listen to Yao Guangxiao's chanting anymore, so he turned and left.

"How, is the prince's face very contradictory?"

Watching Zhu Zhanhe leave, Yao Guangxiao immediately waved away the others and asked Yuan Zhongche.

"It's really contradictory. It's like two completely different faces blending together, which looks very weird."

Yuan Zhongche nodded first, and then continued.

"But what surprised me the most was not the prince's face!"

"What could be stranger than his face?"

Yao Guangxiao asked in surprise.

"Master, you should take a look at Commander Xu's face first!"

Yuan Zhongche sighed suddenly, and then pointed to the fragrant Xu Yelu who was sleeping on the hospital bed behind him.

Yao Guangxiao suddenly remembered that Yuan Zhongche had said just now that Xu Yelu looked dead, and there was no possibility of him surviving, but now his injury has improved, which is obviously very contradictory.

So Yao Guangxiao stepped forward quickly, and carefully looked at Xu Yelu's face.

"It's impossible. In less than an hour, why did his face change completely?"

Yao Guangxiao exclaimed, judging from his physiognomy, Xu Yelu was originally a figure of death with swords and soldiers, but now that he is dead, his fate will change endlessly, and his physiognomy can't tell the depth .

"Young Master also noticed that Commander Xu's face has changed drastically. Although he doesn't look like he is dying, his future is uncertain. Even I can't see his future fate."

After Yuan Zhongche said this, he looked outside the door again in the direction Zhu Zhanhe was leaving.

"He can actually change a person's fate!"

Yao Guangxiao also looked outside the door and muttered.

"Master, last time the King of Han came, did you pay attention to his face?"

Yuan Zhongche asked suddenly.

"No, I was attracted by the prince's face at that time, and I didn't pay attention to the King of Han at all."

Yao Guangxiao shook his head.

"If the prince can really affect the fate of others, the king of Han must be the most affected. I have to find a way to meet the king of Han!"

When Yuan Zhongche mentioned Zhu Gaoxu, he couldn't help but look at Yao Guangxiao. Both of them had met Zhu Gaoxu secretly, and knew that although the other was a prince, he was like Xu Yelu. If the fate of Xu Yelu is affected, then the fate of the King of Han is likely to be affected as well.

"Alright, if you have any results, please let me know!"

Yao Guangxiao nodded again, he wanted to see how many people's fates Zhu Zhanhe could influence?
Yuan Zhongche left and Yao Guangxiao personally sent him out.

Afterwards, Yao Guangxiao returned to the study on the other side of the Buddhist hall, picked up a brush and pondered for a while, and then recorded in detail what happened today, especially the curative effect of garlic wine, which was repeatedly emphasized many times.

In the end, Yao Guangxiao put the letter paper into an envelope, and then picked up a pen and wrote the four characters "From Your Majesty" on the envelope.

"Clap!"

Yao Guangxiao clapped his hands, and a moment later, a gray-clothed monk walked quickly into the Buddhist hall.

"Give this letter to Jin Yiwei and let them send it to the north as quickly as possible. Be sure to deliver it to His Majesty in person. At the same time, warn them that this letter is related to the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers and must not be lost!"

Yao Guangxiao ordered sternly.

"Yes!"

The monk in gray agreed, took the letter and put it in a sealed iron box, and then left quickly.

(End of this chapter)