If you can't even find lime, then you might as well find a corner and bash your head in.

Additionally, if you want a higher concentration of garlic extract, you can, like Xu Yun, use a simple salt bath to promote enzymatic hydrolysis, or more advanced, add a condensation reflux.

To make a condenser, get someone to make a copper tube and soak it in water. (This theory is sound because I've personally tested it before writing this chapter, successfully creating garlic essential oil, which I used to dip dumplings in soy sauce and vinegar during Chinese New Year.)

So Xu Yun never understood.

Why do some protagonists in those time-travel novels insist on tackling logical loopholes to purify penicillin, instead of tinkering with garlic extract, such a foolproof magical tool...?

The sight returns to the original place.

Xu Yun then opened the garlic residue that had undergone a salt bath for enzymatic hydrolysis, added the anhydrous ethanol he brought, and let it sit and wait.

This bottle of anhydrous ethanol was originally prepared by Xu Yun for emergencies, but with Wang Yue's condition critical, he had no choice but to use up this good stuff.

Another hour passed.

Counting the time for preparing things beforehand, it was now close to the hour agreed upon with Old Su.

Xu Yun glanced at the glass cup and noticed that some oil-like liquid had appeared in the gaps of the garlic.

This is standard garlic essential oil.

It's not a decomposition product of garlic extract, but an important raw material for extracting it.

In the local industrial sector, factories use this stuff to extract garlic extract.

Therefore, its appearance basically signaled one result:

Garlic extract production was successful!

Thinking of this.

Xu Yun quickly took the glass cup, walked out of the room, and said to Mr. Xie standing outside the door:

"Mr. Xie, the medicine is ready. Let's hurry back to the East Wing!"

Seeing Xu Yun with a slightly elated demeanor, Mr. Xie followed suit, but he couldn't help but feel a doubt in his heart:

Could it be that this kid's confidence has grown after being under pressure for so long?

Then the two hurried back to the East Wing.

After a simple check, they were allowed into the courtyard.

Mr. Xie then led Xu Yun to the door and respectfully said:

"Sir, we are back....."

Before Mr. Xie finished speaking, a door creaked open from inside.

The one who opened the door was Wang Yue, who hurriedly said to Xu Yun:

"Well? Did you bring the medicine?"

Xu Yun nodded, raising the glass bottle in his hand:

"I brought the medicine."

Wang Yue quickly stepped aside and urged:

"Come in quickly, Zheng Ru has already lost consciousness!"

The loss of consciousness in ancient terms is not the "ahoge expression" in H-manga, but the literal loss of consciousness, that is, the common states of coma or shock.

This is also a very, very dangerous signal.

Hence, Xu Yun dared not delay, quickly entering the room and arriving at the bedside.

As Wang Yue said.

Wang Yue had completely lost consciousness by this time, and not even a groan could be heard from his throat.

However, Xu Yun noticed that at this Zhonghou's Baihui Acupoint, left temple, and ankle sole, a few silver needles were inserted.

Unexpectedly, these should be Old Su's so-called life-saving methods.

Acupuncture has always been a very magical project.

Especially for people like Xu Yun (in his past life as a writer), whose fingers, neck, and shoulders had problems almost every month.

Xu Yun had tried ibuprofen, flurbiprofen, and Voltaren, yet many times it was not as effective as acupuncture treatment in a hospital.

At least in Xu Yun's mind, acupuncture is indeed a subject worth delving into.

After entering the house, Old Su glanced at the glass bottle in Xu Yun's hand, his own silver needles still trembling:

"Wang Lin, is this the homemade remedy you mentioned?"

Xu Yun nodded and held the bottle securely with both hands, raising it in front of himself:

"What is in the bottle is the medicine, called garlic extract."

"Garlic?"

Hearing this name, Old Su's brows furrowed.

Garlic?

Can this stuff really save people?

But considering Wang Yue's life was really at stake, he hesitated to voice any doubts:

"I'm powerless against Zheng Ru's condition, you might as well give it a try, alas....."

Seeing the obvious look of pessimism on Old Su's face, Xu Yun refrained from explaining more.

After all, fecal water infection was basically an absolute terminal illness for people of this era, similar to advanced liver cancer in later generations.

Xu Yun's current approach was just as absurd as a beggar in the 21st century claiming to solve liver cancer to a chief physician in a hepatobiliary hospital room.

Except the chief physician (Old Su), concerned about the family member's (Wang Yue's) emotions and with few options himself, allowed Xu Yun to apply the medicine.

Therefore, one cannot say Old Su was pedantic or disdainful; it all boiled down to the ceiling of knowledge at the time.

After all, at this time, whether in the East or the West, the concept of modern medicine was distant.

Then Old Su stepped aside and gestured for Xu Yun to come forward.

Xu Yun quickly arrived by Wang Yue's side and gently tore away his cloth strips.

It was indeed unclear if it was an illusion.

Xu Yun felt that despite just a couple of hours apart, this man's wounds had worsened considerably.

Wang Yue's main suppurating area was slightly below the chest, situated between the lungs and the stomach—a very sensitive place.

And with fecal water containing a large amount of Escherichia coli, staphylococci, and other opportunistic harmful bacteria, Wang Yue's severity was actually more serious than it appeared.

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