Master...
Bai Jing took out the antibiotics, and wisps of mist rose from his palm, enveloping the Xiaoxiao bottle of medicine. The temple fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. To them, this scene was incredibly sacred.
The mist transformed his Bai Jing fingers into a slender syringe. He deftly used his fingertips to draw out the antibiotics from the medicine and injected them all into the patient's body.
If Song Xiaozhu were to witness this scene, she would be utterly astonished.
What kind of operation is this?
Is the " Physician's" ability to turn fingers into syringes?
Is this how antibiotics are used?
Shouldn't it be administered intravenously?
This is indeed the case for a normal doctor.
As an Awakened, the " Physician " possesses a variety of abilities. The ability to transform one's Bai Jing fingertips into needles is not merely for convenience, but rather to catalyze the antibiotics in the bottle, guiding them to exert their maximum efficacy and suppressing bacterial growth more precisely to the greatest extent possible, or even killing bacteria.
To give an analogy, a normal antibiotic injection might have a 10/10 effect, but Bai Jing- shaven face would have a 100/100 effect.
This is the power of a " Physician ".
" Master Bai... Master Bai..." A woman knelt before him, her face streaked with tears, pleading, "Please save Xiaohua, save her... Her father passed away yesterday, she's all I have left, all I have..."
Bai Jing frowned, his thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse. "Get up and walk, don't waste time."
The woman hurriedly got up and led the Bai Jing to a corner.
Lying in the corner was a little girl, about seven or eight years old. She was well-behaved and adorable, her wheat-colored skin gleaming in the sunlight. Beneath her curled eyelashes were a pair of large, dark, grape-like eyes, which were now blinking and filled with tears. "Mama... Mama... It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Her voice was weak, barely audible.
Bai Jing lifted the quilt covering her, revealing a putrid stench beneath.
The girl's entire lower body was covered in sores, emitting a strong, putrid odor; it was a condition that no amount of antibiotics could reverse.
The woman rushed over and hugged the girl, saying, " Xiaohua, don't be afraid, Master Bai is here, the living Buddha is here, he will save you, he definitely... he definitely..."
The girl tilted her head, looking at Bai Jing. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be blind, only vaguely moving towards Bai Jing. Her voice was so soft it sounded like she was panting, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, can... can it stop hurting...?"
"Yes." Bai Jing knelt down, brushing aside her sweaty hair, her voice unusually clear.
The gentle words that once rang out. "Get a good night's sleep, and the pain will be gone when you wake up."
The girl strained to open her eyes, as if trying to see him clearly. "Really?"
Bai Jing: "Really."
With that, he transformed his finger into a needle tip and pierced the girl's weary, beating heart.
The girl's pupils contracted sharply, then dilated, losing their last luster.
She couldn't utter her final words, but the smile on her lips said it all, "... It doesn't hurt anymore."
The girl's mother hesitated for a second before realizing what had happened, then screamed, " Xiaohua! You killed Xiaohua! You... you..."
Bai Jing turned to look at her, her face expressionless. "Yes, I killed your daughter."
The woman lunged at him like a madwoman, but the Guard Team of Liu Family Village immediately intervened and pulled her away from the temple.
The Golden Temple was as quiet as a tomb; even the cries of anguish had ceased.
Bai Jing got up, took the antibiotics, and walked towards the next patient.
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Song Xiaozhu did not continue synthesizing anti-inflammatory tablets.
This thing produces ten pieces at a time, taking up a slot in the box for nothing, further exacerbating her already limited storage space.
Of course, her stockpile of blue [ Medicinal Raw Material ] was insufficient; she only had less than one set in total, and the rest would not be enough for another synthesis.
Song Xiaozhu did not intend to try anti-inflammatory pills rashly.
In the 21st century, it's not a big deal to take an anti-inflammatory drug now and then, but who knows how effective the anti-inflammatory drugs produced by this Synthesizer will be?
What if she doesn't have bacteria in her body? It could kill all her healthy cells.
Song Xiaozhu's medical knowledge was limited, but she knew how to think things through before acting and wouldn't gamble with her own life.
I spent 10 Quantum Coin and got 2 back.
Looking at the long list of achievements, Song Xiaozhu felt quite melancholy: What's the use? She still knows nothing about " Pharmacist," " Spatial Master," " Purifier," " Logger," " Digger," " Hunter," " Cook," and so on.
Oh right, " Purifier "!
Song Xiaozhu happily upgraded the water recipe, and detailed information appeared on the recipe:
Ingredient Name: Clean Water
Recipe Level: 2.
Materials needed: 3 units of low-pollution water.
Success rate: 60%.
This information was roughly what Song Xiaozhu had imagined; indeed, it required 3 units of low-pollution water.
From this perspective, it's equivalent to needing 9 units of highly polluted water to produce that amount.
Getting only 1 unit of clean water is a rather low purification rate, Song Xiaozhu thought of the water purifier in her own world... Well, that thing wastes even more water, and it's clean water that gets wasted.
The highly polluted water Garbage Mountain, in a normal worldview, is not much different from a slow-acting poison.
If it can be purified, then it's not a waste.
Song Xiaozhu deftly began to synthesize clean water. Instead of using the water from the small box, she took the water that was always kept in the shack to synthesize it.
Because Qiu Shuyu was watching with a curious expression, even though she didn't know about the small box, Song Xiaozhu didn't want to make it seem too "miraculous."
She had to ingrain caution into her very being. It wasn't that she didn't trust Qiu Shuyu, but rather that she needed to cultivate it as a habit. In this chaotic place, only by being careful could one survive for long.
A notification sound plays:
Synthesis successful, obtained 'clean water'*1.
"Review: Nothing is pure without pollution. I recommend drinking eight glasses of water a day for good health."
"Usage effect: It can be drunk."
Song Xiaozhu listened intently for a long time, but didn't hear the next sentence, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.