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After learning that Zhu Jishi was deceived by butter and was really planning to challenge the British medical community, Dr. Bronstein left without saying a word. Mrs. Duran sighed, stood up, and prepared to get dinner.

But Zhu Jishi stopped her: "Roman, do you have a double digit?"

"Double B...XU?" Mrs. Duran shook her head, "No."

When Zhu Jishi thought something was wrong, he quickly added: "It's the cream essence, which you use to make cheese and cream."

"Cream essence? Yes, but what do you want that thing for?" Mrs. Duran asked curiously.

Zhu Jishi took out the package of morphine base he bought from Frank Hahn from his pocket and placed it on the counter. He pointed at it and said, "It is used to refine diethyl morphine."

"Diethoxymorphine?" Mrs. Duran still looked confused.

"It's something extracted from opium."

"Is it cream-flavored opium?" Mrs. Duran picked up the morphine base on the table, opened the kraft paper package and smelled it. She shook her head with a smile and said, "It has the smell of opium, but it's very light, and the color of the opium is also very strange.

, looks a bit like coffee...where did you buy it?"

"Do you know about opium?" Zhu Jishi looked at Mrs. Dulan and asked curiously, but after thinking about it, the question seemed a bit abrupt.

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Duran admitted with a smile: "Well, this is medicine? When you have a cold, cough, headache, diarrhea, and... when that woman's thing can't come off, you have to inhale it a little bit."

He handed the opium back to Zhu Jishi, "Jason, can you give me a taste of your cream opium after you've prepared it?"

Zhu Jishi was a little stunned when he looked at Mrs. Dulan. This woman was thirty-one years old. Although her skin was a little saggy, she was still a radiant beauty. She was extremely plump and had a very good complexion. She was the same as herself.

In my impression, the opium ghost with a sallow face and skinny muscles is totally unmatched. It seems that she is really not an addict, but just treats opium as a common drug.

Zhu Jishi sighed inwardly. After staying in England for a while in 1842, he already knew that opium was actually very rampant here, and it was probably not much better than in China. Just look at the medicine warehouse in Europe Gate Hospital, at least

60% of medicines are added with opium, and opium cream itself is the medicine with the largest reserve! No one in the UK or even in Europe seems to think that opium is a bad thing. There is even a British writer De Quincey who wrote

He wrote an "Ode to Opium" and praised opium to the heavens.

However, in Europe, where opium is abused without control, there are not many social problems caused by opium. Although almost everyone has used opium, there are not many people who are actually addicted to cigarettes.

However, Zhu Jishi also knew that what he was going to do now was H-Loin, which was much more powerful than opium. There would be many H-Loin addicts in later Western countries. Of course, if it can be used correctly, H-Loin can also be used.

To benefit mankind, you must know that in the twenty or thirty years after the advent of H-Roxin, it was sold as a legal drug on the market. Even in the 21st century when H-Roxin is strictly banned by most countries, there are still H-Roxin in the UK.

Due to the legal sales - of course it is used as a highly effective analgesic drug under strict control, the annual sales volume exceeds 300 kilograms...

"What? Are you reluctant?" Mrs. Duran said with a smile.

"No, no, no," Zhu Jishi waved his hand hurriedly, "We are not trying to make creamy opium, but we are trying to refine a drug that is more efficient than opium. It is estimated that it can be dozens of times more effective than opium."

"Dozens of times?" Mrs. Duran shouted, "Doesn't it mean that just a little bit can have a miraculous effect? ​​Jason, are you really sure you can do it?"

"Of course I'm sure, but..." Zhu Jishi looked at Mrs. Dulan with some uncertainty, "Roman, do you really want to try?"

To be honest, he has a good impression of this woman. Although she is a bit coquettish and her belt is probably very loose, it is nothing to a single French woman. She cannot be expected to be like a Chinese woman of this era.

Let’s talk about the Three True Virtues and the Nine Lies, right? So Zhu Jishi couldn’t bear to let her get into the bad habit of taking H Luo Yin.

"Is there any problem?" Mrs. Dulan blinked her big eyes and smiled charmingly at Zhu Jishi: "Are you worried that the new medicine is not safe? It seems that you still have some conscience. How about this? I'll let Henry help you.

How about a free trial of the medicine? He has been smoking opium since he was a child, and now he smokes a few puffs of refreshing medicine every day. I think he will be interested in your new medicine."

"Smoking opium since childhood!?" Zhu Jishi looked at Mrs. Dulan in disbelief.

Mrs. Duran nodded and explained with a smile: "What's the matter? Don't you know that many mothers will give a little opium to their crying babies to calm them down? And opium can also relieve hunger, so there are some

Mothers from poor families would use opium to save food, of course that was when the price of opium was relatively low..."

Henry is the little French tailor hired by Mrs. Duran. He usually works hard and doesn't like to talk much. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a drug addict!

Zhu Jishi thought for a while, and finally nodded in agreement. If Mrs. Dulan hadn't reminded him, he almost forgot about the drug test. Although he knew how to refine morphine and synthesize H-L, he had no idea how to use H-L.

Because we want to benefit the people of Europe, we only know one theory. The appropriate amount of H-roxin should be added to cough drops, various analgesics, asthma medicines, antidepressants, tuberculosis syrups, etc., and there really needs to be an experiment to find out.

Process. In this way, the first victim of Zhu Jishi's drug trafficking career in this time and space was born.

…

Oxfordshire, Villa Deneuve.

"You said that Tatar wants to publish his theory on 'surgical disinfection' in a big newspaper like The Times?"

While Zhu Jishi was burning the midnight oil to trial the production of H Loin, Dr. Bronstein had already rushed to Devner Villa on the outskirts of Oxford overnight and met Countess Isabel who had just returned home from the Allmark Club dance.

Deneuve, and Zhu Jishi planned to expose the poor hygiene conditions of British hospitals and irresponsible surgical disinfection by British doctors in The Times, which were the main culprits of puerperal fever and death from inflammation of surgical wounds!

"This Tatar is crazy! He doesn't plan to stay in England, no, he wants to stay in Europe!?" The countess's face suddenly fell, and she cried out in her heart. She was really unlucky during this period.

The rotten fat man of the Churchill family had completely severed ties with him under the strict orders of his eldest brother, the Duke of Marlborough! That Will Heming was dismissed from the British Army, and his life was completely over. He left London in despair.

Now he is a tabloid reporter who makes little money. And this Tatar doctor whom he introduced to his sister originally looked promising, but now he doesn’t know what kind of medicine he took. He seems to have more sense of justice than

I have given up my mind and want to fight against those quack doctors from the Royal Society of Medicine!

But who does he think he is? Genghis Khan or the lame Tamerlane? Even if he is their descendant, he is just a penniless exile in Europe at the moment, and he can't compete with those famous doctors with knighthoods.

Bronstein also had a look of regret on his face, frowning and thinking: "I don't know what this Tatar thinks. He thinks he can really refute the medical authority of the entire Europe with experiments and truth. How naive."

That’s it. Your Excellency, Countess, why don’t you go say hello to your friends in the press and tell them not to..."

The countess interrupted him, "He asked for this. How could I stop him? It's just..."

The countess frowned slightly, "Dr. Bronstein, do you think it's possible for Jason to really crush those quacks under his feet?"

Bronstein's head shook like a rattle, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Although he is probably right, this is not a fair debate. Because his opponent is the authority of the entire European medical community.

, and these authorities are still the judges of this debate! Unless they admit defeat on their own, Dr. Zhu will never win... But how can these old stubborns admit defeat on their own? Absolutely impossible!"

The countess sighed softly, "It seems that I am the only one who has personally gone to London for my dear sister. She seems to have fallen in love with this handsome Tatar recently."

Bronstein said: "Yes, yes, you may be able to convince him. Countess, to be honest, this Tatar doctor is the most outstanding young doctor I have ever seen. If he is white, he will get the royal medical certificate."

Member status is only a matter of time."
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