Space in hand: Genius women engaged in scientific research in ancient times

"Completely dissolve this package in warm water and give each of them a bowl." Qian Xiao took the medicine box that the doctor automatically handed over to him, took out the newly developed anti-viral particles from it and threw it to Zaozhi. The old man also went to help.

Dr. Cheng followed Qian Xiao into the next room. When he entered, he solemnly closed the door and told others not to come in and disturb him.

Qian Xiao ignored him and looked at the five people in front of her who had fallen into coma. They were unable to drink the medicine on their own. She quickly put on sterile gloves and took out a syringe from the medicine box and injected it one by one, then opened the abscesses on each patient. Apply medicine.

Doctor Cheng looked at the medicine box in a daze. Yes, the lady knows magic. He had checked what was in the medical kit dozens of times before coming here, and he would definitely be right this time.

Qian Xiao interrupted Dr. Cheng, "Doctor Cheng, look at them and tell me when you wake up."

"Yes, Miss." Doctor Cheng was extremely respectful.

Qian Xiao walked out. Everyone had drunk the medicine and was listless. They felt that they were waiting to die. Who would survive the plague? Everyone had lost hope. Even if Miss Qian and the others came and took the medicine, they were still disheartened.

"Don't worry, everyone. Uncle Big Tou's aunt has recovered. I just came back from there. She still needs to recuperate for a while because of her age, but she is no longer infected or fatal. So please believe in yourself and us, the plague will not It's terrible. What's terrible is that there is no hope of survival. Otherwise, no one can save him."

When everyone heard that the aunt had been cured, their hearts were filled with despair at first, but their eyes began to glow. Perhaps, they could also be cured...

"Miss Qian, can it really be cured?"

"Yeah, is that really okay?"

"I will live for a long time, right? Wuwuwu..."

The villagers don't want to die, they want to live well.

"Miss Qian, if we can survive this time, we will do whatever we can to repay you and the old general."

"Me too."

"me too."

Qian Xiao was helpless and continued to cheer everyone up, "It's okay to be a cow or a horse. My grandfather is no longer a general. Now we are all equal. You need me now, and there will be times when our Qian family needs you in the future. This disease is really not terrible, so please relax and believe in yourself."

"Sister, can I hug you?" A little girl about 4 years old ran over. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.

"Of course." Qian Xiao picked her up.

"Sister, when I grow up, I want to be as powerful as you. Mom said it was you who saved us, otherwise we would have starved to death." The little girl kissed Qian Xiao.

"Wanwan, don't be ridiculous. Come down quickly and be careful to infect the young lady." At this time, the little girl's mother was unable to catch up. They were among the milder symptoms. They only had a slight cold when they came in, but today they also started to have a fever. It's serious. I just drank medicine and the fever has gone down a bit.

"It's okay." Qian Xiao put the girl down and held her hand.

"Everyone take good care of your health. It's not serious. You can recover in three days at most. If it's a little more serious, you can recover in 7 days. We will also deliver food every day in the past few days. Drink the medicine once in the morning and evening. Just persist for these few days. .”

"Miss, come in quickly, there's a situation."

Doctor Cheng's voice came from the next room.

Qian Xiao walked over quickly, walked into the house and closed the door. He saw a man about 20 years old with blood coming from his mouth and nose. His face was purple and his eyes were wide open, as if he was being suffocated to death.

Without doubting his presence, he immediately took out the scalpel from the medical kit, sterilized it and cut open the man's trachea and inserted a tube.

"Miss..." Doctor Cheng looked frightened. Can he still survive after being cut open?

"Don't be in a daze, come and help! Use cotton cloth to absorb the bleeding blood." Qian Xiao called Doctor Cheng sharply.

After the tube was inserted, the man's breathing became easier, but he was still unconscious. He almost choked to death on his own blood. It was obvious that this person was the most serious among the five.

Fortunately, he came here today, otherwise he might not survive tonight. Looks like I have to stay here tonight.

Qian Xiao asked Huo Yao to spray disinfectant alcohol around, and then sprayed it on everyone. Doctor Cheng smelled it, and it had a pungent smell, weird.

The moon gradually rose, but the old man refused to leave and insisted on following Qian Xiao. Fortunately, he was in good health, otherwise he would not have been able to endure it and would have stayed in the same place with a group of patients.

Four of the five people in the room had woken up and were at least able to drink gruel.

It was not until late at night that the man with the tube finally woke up. He looked at the roof in a daze, thinking that he should have died long ago.

"How do you feel?" Doctor Cheng leaned over.

"Dr. Cheng, he can't speak yet, he has a tube inserted."

"Dr. Cheng, it seems that he has made it through. You have to work hard tonight and watch over him. I'll give him the medicine later. I'll come back soon."

"Grandpa! Let's go!" Qian Xiao pulled the old man away.

The man was in a trance, as if he heard Miss Qian's voice.

Doctor Cheng continued to look over and said, "After you drink the medicine, lie down for a while. Don't worry, you won't die."

Only then did the man realize that he had not yet stepped into the gate of hell. No, he should have already stepped into it, and he might have been pulled back by Miss Qian.

He couldn't speak yet, otherwise he would have knelt down to thank those who helped him. He quietly drank the medicine that Doctor Cheng brought over and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning.

Qian Xiao came over to check on the man's condition and found that his fever had obviously subsided. After checking the conditions of the other four people, they found that they were getting better, so they asked Huo Yao to help carry the four people out.

Only the man, Doctor Cheng and Qian Xiao were left in the room.

Doctor Cheng ran to close the door and locked it tightly, as if he were a thief. He had a gut feeling that Miss was planning to do something he had never seen before.

Turning around, I saw the young lady laying a white cloth on the two tables that were put together. I don't know where she got the white cloth from. No matter what, the young lady has her own reasons for everything she does. She just needs to study hard.

Qian Xiao put on sterile clothes, threw one to Dr. Cheng, took out the scalpel and got it ready.

"His lungs have been infected and necrotic. Now he needs to remove part of them. Don't be distracted. If there is sweat on my head, wipe it for me. If there is blood, use a tool to suck it. Don't scream or make a fuss if anything happens in the middle." Qian Xiao ordered. Dao, she is solemn and sacred at this moment.

"Yes, Miss." Doctor Cheng was a little nervous. Looking at the extremely sharp knife, he had never seen such a strange-looking knife.

Doctor Cheng thought he was a doctor with strong receptivity and good learning ability, but when he saw the young lady giving the man an injection, he started to cut open the man's chest with a knife... and then sewed stitches, yes, it looked like The flesh was sewn together like clothes, and the tube inserted before was taken out.

Dr. Cheng felt that the world was crazy. Not only was the lady crazy, but he must also be crazy. They were doing what they were doing. They were contacting dead people, but they were contacting living people.