Chapter Fifteen: The Poisonous Demon Emerges Seeking Collection

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  After learning that Dr. Zhū had been buttered up by the British medical community and was really preparing to take on the British medical establishment alone, Dr. Bluntschli walked out without saying a word. Mrs. Doolittle sighed and stood up to prepare dinner. But Dr. Zhū called her back: "Romayne, do you have a pair of X-ray glasses?"

  "Double E... Xian?" Mrs. Dulan shook her head, "No."

  "It's butter flavoring, you use it to make cheese and butter."

  "Butter flavoring? I have some, but what would you want that for?" Mrs. Durand asked curiously.

  Zhu Jisheng took out the package of morphine from his pocket, which he had bought from Frank Hahn, and placed it on the counter, pointing to it and saying: "For refining diethylmorphine."

  "Is it morphine?" Mrs. Dulan still looked puzzled.

  "It is something extracted from opium."

  "Is it butter-flavored opium?" Mrs. Dulan picked up the morphine from the table, opened the cowhide package and sniffed it, smiling and shaking her head: "It has a flavor of opium, but it's very light, and the color of this opium is also very strange, looking a bit like coffee... where did you buy it?"

  "Do you understand opium?" Zhu Jishi looked at Madame Dulan with some curiosity, but then thought that the question seemed a bit abrupt.

  "I didn't expect Mrs. Dulan to smile and admit, 'Yes, this is medicine? For colds, coughs, headaches, diarrhea, and... when that woman's thing doesn't come down, you have to take a little bit.' She then handed the opium back to Zhu Jishi, 'Jeson, can I try some of your butter opium after it's done?'"

  Zhu Jishi stared at Mrs. Du Lan, somewhat stunned. This woman was thirty-one years old, although her skin was slightly slack, she was still a bright and beautiful person, with a plump figure and excellent complexion, completely unlike the pale and thin opium addict he had imagined. It seemed that she really wasn't an opium addict, but just treated opium as an ordinary medicine.

  Zhu Jishi sighed in his heart, after staying in the UK for a while in 1842, he already knew that opium was actually very rampant here, and it might not be much better than China. Just take a look at the pharmacy warehouse of the European hospital, at least 60% of the medicines contain opium, and opium itself is the most reserved medicine! In today's UK and even the whole of Europe, it seems that no one thinks opium is a bad thing, and there is even a British writer De Quincey who wrote an "Ode to Opium", praising opium to the sky.

  However, in this Europe where opium was used without any control, there were not many social problems caused by opium. Although almost everyone had used opium, those who really became addicted and couldn't quit were not many.

  However, Zhu Jishi also knew that he was now playing with heroin, which is much more powerful than opium. In the Western countries of later generations, there were many addicts who smoked heroin. Of course, if used correctly, heroin can also benefit humanity. It is worth noting that in the 20 or 30 years after heroin was invented, it was sold as a legal drug on the market. Even in the 21st century, when heroin was banned by most countries, the UK still had legal sales of heroin - albeit under strict control as an effective painkiller, with annual sales exceeding 300 kilograms.

  "What's wrong? Can't bear to part with it?" asked Mrs. Dulan with a smile.

  "No, no, no," Zhu Jishi hurriedly waved his hand. "It's not about making some kind of creamy opium, but rather to extract a medicine that is several dozen times more effective than opium."

  "Several tens of times?" Mrs. Dulan exclaimed, "Wouldn't that make it effective with just a tiny bit? Jason, are you sure you can do it?"

  "Of course I'm confident, it's just... " Zhu Jishi looked at Madame Dulan with some uncertainty, "Roman, are you sure you want to try?"

  To be honest, he had a good impression of this woman. Although she was somewhat ***, her belt was probably loose too, but for a single French woman, it's not considered anything, you can't expect her to be like the Chinese women of this era who talk about three virtues and nine merits, right? So Zhu Jishi didn't want her to get into the bad habit of taking heroin.

  "Is there a problem?" Mrs. Dulan blinked her big eyes, smiled slyly at Zhu Jishi: "Are you worried that the new medicine is not safe? It seems that you still have some conscience, so I'll let Henry help you try it for free, how about that? He's been addicted to opium since he was a child and needs to take a few puffs every day to refresh himself. I think he'll be interested in your new medicine."

  "Opium from a young age!?" Zhu Jishi looked at Mrs. Du Lan in incredulity.

  Mrs. Dulan nodded and explained with a smile: "What's wrong? Don't you know that many mothers give their crying babies a little opium to calm them down? And opium can also relieve hunger, so some poor mothers use it to save food, of course, when the price of opium is relatively low..."

  Henry was the little French tailor that Madame Dulan employed, who usually kept his head down and worked, not talking much, unexpectedly turned out to be a drug addict!

  Zhu Jishi thought for a moment and finally nodded in agreement. If it weren't for Madame Dulan's reminder, he would have almost forgotten about the experiment with the drug. Although he knew how to refine morphine and synthesize heroin, as for how to use heroin to benefit the people of Europe, he only had a theoretical understanding. It was indeed necessary to go through a trial-and-error process to determine how much heroin should be added to various Western medicines such as cough syrup, painkillers, asthma medication, antidepressants, and tuberculosis syrup to make it suitable. And so, the first victim of Zhu Jishi's drug trafficking in this time and space emerged.

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  Oxfordshire, Dyrham Park

  "Did you say that Tartar fellow wants to get his theory of 'surgical antisepsis' into the Times or some other big paper?"

  At the same time that Dr. Z was taking the night train to test H, Dr. Bluntschli had arrived at Delft Villa on the outskirts of Oxford and met Lady Isabel Delft, who had just returned home from a ball at the Olmack Club, and told her that Dr. Z planned to expose the poor hygiene in British hospitals and the irresponsible surgical disinfection by British doctors, which was the root cause of puerperal fever and postoperative wound inflammation deaths!

  "This Tartar has gone mad! He doesn't plan to stay in England, no, in Europe anymore!" The countess's face fell instantly, and her heart was even more bitter. She had been having a streak of bad luck lately. The dead fat man from the Churchill family had already received his older brother Marlborough's strict order and cut ties with her completely! That Willy Heming had been expelled from the British army and was finished for life, leaving London in despair and now working as a small-time journalist who couldn't even earn a few bucks. And this Tartar doctor she introduced to her sister, who seemed promising at first, now didn't know what medicine he took wrong, but it seemed like his sense of justice had gone overboard, wanting to go against the Royal Medical Society's bunch of quacks!

  But who does he think he is? Genghis Khan or Timur the Lame? Even if he were their descendant, in today's Europe, he would be nothing but a nameless exile, no match for those titled doctors.

  Bloomstein also shook his head in disappointment, furrowed his brow and thought for a moment: "I don't know what this Tartar is thinking, he actually thinks he can refute the entire European medical authority with experiments and truth, it's really too naive. Countess, why don't you go and give your friends in the press a call, tell them not to..."

  "The countess cut him off,"This is what he brought upon himself, how could I have stopped it? Only..."

  "Countess, Jason might actually be able to trample those quacks underfoot," said Dr. Blonsky, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  Bloomstein's head shook like a rattle drum, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Although he might be right, this is not a fair debate. Because his opponent is the authority of the entire European medical community, and these authorities are also the judges of this debate! Unless they themselves concede defeat, Dr. Zhu will absolutely not win... But how can these old stubborn men possibly concede defeat? Absolutely impossible!"

  The countess sighed softly, "It seems I have to go to London myself for the sake of my dear sister, she seems to have taken a liking to this handsome Tartar recently."

  "Ah, ah, ah! You might be able to persuade him, Countess. Honestly, this Tartar doctor is the most outstanding young doctor I've ever seen. If he were white, becoming a member of the Royal Medical Society would only be a matter of time."

  The countess paused for a moment, "Will was the same, if not for that damn duel, he could have become a general or even a marshal! At that time, I should have cut off with Robert that dead fat...".

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