The basic principle of Druid's dispelling disease is to use the natural force to clean up the external abnormal energy, and then give the body a good environment for self-healing. Among them, a large amount of natural force is the most fundamental condition. If the medicament is to be prepared, Zhao Mai can only make two doses a day at most, which will reach the limit.
The eliminator can cure all kinds of diseases, but what we have to deal with now is only one kind of disease. There is a feeling of killing chickens by mixing that kind of medicine. To deal with a specific disease, we only need to expel a pathogen. Then Zhao Mai follows the core idea of the disease expelling magic, and creates an environment for the body to start a new cycle of self-healing. At the same time, he should try his best to get rid of the curse in the patient's body.
Fortunately, instead of working from scratch, Zhao Mai combined Druid's elixir of expelling diseases with Westland's "cold elixir" to prepare the basic medicine first, and then improved it. As a potion technician, he made and dispensed potions very quickly. Half an hour later, he made the first potion. At this stage, it's too easy to find a patient. Just grab one on the street.
"Don't go out like this, they will think you are killing people with poison!" Tolkien shook his head. There is a saying he did not say: Zhao Mai is a very obvious Chinese. In the eyes of the British in this era, the Chinese are still uncivilized barbarians. The British would rather bleed than try a panacea given to them by a Chinese.
In order for his compatriots to use the medicine as soon as possible and avoid Zhao Mai being insulted, Tolkien decided to play the role of "public appearance", while Zhao Mai disguised as his assistant. Starting with relatives, Tolkien asked them to drink the medicine, and then Zhao Mai observed the physical condition of these people, and then adjusted the medicine, ingredients, compatibility and added charm ingredients. Zhao Mai used the natural force to monitor the action process of the medicine, which was more convenient than the doctor's observation, hearing and questioning. Although his medical skills are not very good, he can quickly accumulate data for improvement.
To some extent, this is a direct human experiment. Fortunately, Zhao Mai can use magic to remove toxins, diseases, heal wounds, and even revive people. Only with these as insurance can he dare to do it. Someone once said that traditional Chinese medicine is a big data, a process of extracting wisdom from life. Zhao Mai could not extract much wisdom, but at noon the next day, the 321st influenza buffer was finally completed.
"Because of the cost, this kind of medicine can't cure the disease. I have calculated that it will take a week for the medicine to be stable." Zhao Mai told Tolkien: "I haven't been experimenting for long enough. I can only estimate the effect. But I think the cure rate should be very high. If we exclude those who are already terminally ill, more than 90% of them will gradually improve and recover. "
"It's good to have you as a friend. I thank you for everyone." Tolkien said. After a night's rest, Edith was able to get down to the ground normally. Although she is still a little weak, she still insists on making a meal for Zhao Mai and others. The fragrance from the kitchen drives away the smell of liquid medicine that has been hovering in the room for a long time, and makes people feel much more relaxed.
"The materials and detailed formula of the potion are all on this paper. The only problem is that there are three kinds of materials that belong to magic potions, which can only be bought by the wizard world. I'll go to the florists and shops to see if I can find a substitute. The Ministry of magic has closed its main entrances and exits, and it's bound to be in trouble to buy a lot of these three things. "
"How much does a course of medicine cost per person?"
"I didn't count it, but it shouldn't be expensive. I didn't use any expensive materials in it," Zhao said, shaking his head. "This is my only way of thinking at present. Let's prepare according to this first. I'll find a substitute and think about whether there are other ways, maybe there will be a better solution."
"How about I go with you?" Tolkien said.
"Today is June 1st, and there are more than 20 days left for the exam. If you still have energy, please contact Professor Dumbledore and tell him about our situation here Zhao Mai stood up and tried to stop talking, but finally said: "this disease is not simple, I think there are witches involved in it."
"What do you mean, the wizard made this disease?"
"No, I haven't found any evidence that witches make diseases, but there is the power of curse to accelerate the spread of diseases." Zhao Mai sighed: "although I can cure diseases, I still don't know much about the wizard's curse, so these are my speculations. If only there were a wizard to see, like Dumbledore. We only know him
"I'll write to him and ask him, but don't forget we know another man: grindevo!" Tolkien rubbed his hands and said excitedly, "grindworth said he can't go back to England, so he should still be outside, at least not within the purview of the Ministry of magic. Maybe he'll help! "
Zhao Mai thought about it and said to Tolkien, "let's not talk about the preparation of the medicine. At least it's better to keep a low profile until the efficacy is determined."
"It's a good thing. I think it's better to let more people know."
"Then you can find a way to solve the problem of potion materials, and these strange preparation methods, and then explain why you still need to wave wands and recite incantations. If you can solve these problems, you can give out the formula to help more people. ""Don't worry, Mike. I understand your concerns. You're right. This prescription is just a process. There is no way to mass produce it. It can't be released. I listen to you. If the recipe is mature, would you like to make it public? "
"Yes. It's for curing diseases, not for making money. This prescription will be given to whoever can produce and guarantee the quality. Monopolizing prescriptions and drugs, collecting money at a price far higher than the cost, or selecting patients to sell or not to sell, that kind of people and companies are the accomplices of the disease. "
"You're a good man." Tolkien said to Zhao Mai. Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a very familiar male voice said, "Hi, I'm here at the right time. I'll come when you're all at home. I don't think you're not welcome
"Logan?" Tolkien stood up and was about to open the door, which had opened itself. Logan had only a ragged shirt with dried up blood on it. His self-healing ability cured the wound, but looking at the ragged degree of his clothes, it was obvious that he had been injured a lot before.
"Don't look at me. I've been beaten like this. Damn it, I've never seen a girl who can beat so much. " Logan held the doorframe and gave Edith a smile that he thought was handsome: "Hello, I'm seeing you again."
Edith was startled, her arm trembled slightly, and then quickly calmed down. "Come in, you'll get into trouble standing at the door like this."
"Thank you for the invitation." Logan can be a gentleman when he needs to: "I think I'd better change first. Tolkien, do you have any large clothes? Give me some! "
He is a self-made man.