After saving the Empress, I became the top scholar in the imperial examination.

"Dr. Jiang, given our friendship, I can speak frankly with you. It's not that I'm stingy, but although I have some money, I don't own much property. I have a large family to support, and I can't just sit around and do nothing. After much thought, I'm planning to open a money exchange, which will require a large sum of money."

Ning Nan shrugged and sighed:

"Ten thousand taels is truly the limit I can offer. Your esteemed master's medical skills are unparalleled, and your virtue is highly respected. You are the most suitable person in the world to develop that penicillin ointment, a true benefactor to all families. I admire you to the core! I can promise that if your esteemed master encounters financial difficulties in the future, then, then..."

Ning Nan's eyes struggled for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said:

"Then I can generously offer another ten thousand taels!"

The boy's tone was initially hesitant, sounding extremely uneasy and embarrassed, but when he finally made his promise, his tone became solemn and full of pride.

Doctor Jiang, stared at by those ardent and spirited eyes, froze on the spot.

Her large almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly.

Even breathing caught in my throat.

My mind went blank, and a chill ran through me. I didn't understand what Brother Ning meant. Was he mocking me?

After a long while, she frowned, glanced at Brother Ning, and then at the silver notes he had pushed towards her.

She raised her almond-shaped eyes, finally looking at the earnest young master of the Ning family. Her expression gradually turned to astonishment, and she took a shallow breath.

She was certain that Brother Ning was neither mocking her nor making a joke.

So, in a very confused and unladylike manner, she exclaimed, "Huh?"

……

"Twenty rooms, each two zhang wide, four zhang long, and seven chi high, must be connected together, and each room must have a ground heating system... Charcoal must be kept burning every day... At least twenty rooms, otherwise you won't be able to find one by chance..."

"We need saltpeter... a lot of saltpeter... to make ice. Increase the charcoal fire when the room is cold, decrease it when it's hot, and add ice to cool it down quickly..."

"Candles, lamp oil... must be supplied every day... to keep the light as constant as possible..."

"A kiln is going to be built nearby to fire glass... um... pottery jars would also be fine... but glass would be best... crystal, transparent crystal..."

"Moldy cantaloupe, moldy oranges... and then use cooked rice as a culture medium..."

"Arrange for people to watch over it day and night... The timing can't be too early or too late... If it's too late, the Penicillium mold will dissolve..."

"Next, drying...dehydration..."

……

Inside the flower hall of the Ning residence, the female doctor stared in disbelief at the "prescriptions" written by Master Ning, her back stiffening and unable to utter a word.

Brother Ning... what are you talking about?

Shouldn't they have provided an exquisite prescription? The prescription contains both common and rare herbs. There is a certain herb that grows deep in the mountains, a herb that neither she nor her master have ever seen before, nor is it recorded in any ancient texts. That's why her master couldn't recognize the prescription.

Once the other party provided the prescription, she would spend money to buy the medicine, or lead a herbal medicine team to painstakingly collect the herbs. After collecting the herbs, some were used to make medicine, and some were used to try planting them in Shangchun Hall... Once the herbs survived, the world would have another prescription to save lives.

Then, carrying her medicine box, a mortar and pestle, and a palm-leaf fan, she pounded, decocted, boiled, and tested the medicine, working together with her master and fellow disciples to do her utmost to save the Emperor.

After the Emperor rescued her, he rewarded her and her master handsomely, praising them, "Your master and disciple are truly reincarnations of Bian Que!"

She smiled and said modestly, "Your Majesty, this prescription was a gift from Ning Baixuan of the capital! I have done nothing to contribute."... Subsequently, Ning was richly rewarded by the Emperor and a shrine was erected in his honor by the people... She then compiled her own pharmacopoeia, secretly including her master's and her own names in it, which were then passed down through the ages...

Shouldn't it be like this?

call.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she took a deep breath, never expecting that Brother Ning's "prescription" would be... would be... would be... would be like this...

For a moment, she couldn't even think of a word to describe the prescription the other party had given her.

……

"It's tedious, arduous, and to a certain extent, you also have to rely on luck."

Mr. Ning put down his pen, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and solemnly handed the "Phase One Plan for the Penicillium Ointment Factory" to Doctor Jiang.

Getting this kind of thing done is no easy task; it costs money and involves a lot of luck. He couldn't make up his mind because if he were to do it, he would definitely have to oversee it personally.

Now that the renowned physician Gong and Dr. Jiang believe that penicillin ointment has potential and want to try it out, they naturally have to recruit "laborers" without hesitation.

In fact, compared to him, the master and apprentice, who were both skilled in medicine, might have been better candidates.

Looking at the stack of papers in the other party's hand, Master Ning thought the plan was a bit rough and would probably need to be adjusted as needed. This would depend on the fermentation of the Penicillium mold. If problems arose, adjustments would be made gradually until a final version was established.

Ning Nan's eyes relaxed. He thought to himself that if the master and apprentice could really produce this large-scale, rudimentary method of penicillin ointment, thus ensuring his own safety, he would truly have to build a shrine for them.

"Let's build those twenty houses and the kiln first... um..."

Master Ning scratched his head, his tone somewhat uncertain, and said:

"Once the kiln is built, I'll try my best to get the thermometer out for you... otherwise, maintaining a constant temperature will be impossible..."

then.

He handed the other man the silver notes containing a total of ten thousand taels of silver that he had retrieved from the treasury, flicked them, and laughed:

"I wish Dr. Jiang and your master a swift success in producing this penicillin ointment."

Jiang Sixue looked at the ten thousand taels of silver, took a breath, her cheeks puffed out, and then exhaled.

Brother Ning,

She raised her head, her eyes filled with a mixture of emotion and clarity as she gazed at Ning Nan. She shook her head gently and then said…

"you……"

The female doctor, who had wanted to say something, hesitated again, unable to utter a word as if something was stuck in her throat.

Finally, looking at her old friend who didn't care about money at all, her eyes softened and she said:

"...Hmm...I will definitely get this penicillin ointment out..."

……

……

The Southern Zhili Provincial Examinations were held from October 15th to October 20th.

Until the 25th.

The results of the provincial examination have just come out.

The weather in Nanjing has been quite nice these past few days, with a cool breeze and comfortable temperature. Many people are going out for spring outings in this kind of weather, but Master Ning, who is focused on the imperial examinations, doesn't seem to feel much of a difference, and his life remains the same, going back and forth between home and work.

However, the frequency of visits to the Gongsun family changed from once a day to once every two days.

The old man's comments on his articles gradually shifted from criticizing superficial wording, allusions, and the accuracy of the topic's explanation to nitpicking the theme, structure, and overall coherence of the article.

Sometimes, the old man would even practice calligraphy.

It would be better to change "闻" (wén, to hear) to "视" (shì, to see) in the sentence "黎氓有所法程，耳目以一，闻听不乱" (The common people have their own laws and procedures, their ears and eyes are of one mind, and their hearing and listening are not confused). This is because the previous sentence uses "耳目," while "闻听" (wén tīng, to hear) only uses "ears" and not "eyes"... Master Gongsun would patiently read through the entire article again and again, striving to ensure that not a single word was changed. Ning Nan was extremely grateful.

After being enlightened by the old man that day, he gradually became able to remain calm and composed in the face of both honor and disgrace.

Even though today is the day the results of the provincial examination are announced, I can still sit peacefully in my study, read books in the morning, and in the afternoon I tried to predict a few questions for the provincial examination, and wrote two essays in the eight-legged essay style, speaking on behalf of the sage.

As the sun was setting in the afternoon, he suddenly heard a burst of firecrackers and cheers outside the Ning residence.

He put down his pen, lowered his hands, stared at the unfinished eight-legged essay, and let out a sigh with a hint of regret.

have to,

He was at least a scholar.