It’s unusual to see Professor Li, who has dedicated his life to medicine, in such distress. It suggests that the side effects are significant. 

“An overdose will not only kill the virus but also damage liver and lung functions. Patients will suffer greatly after taking the medication, and the time for organ repair will be prolonged. However, their resistance will also improve significantly. In severe cases, irreversible effects may occur.” 

This is just Professor Li’s prediction; clinical trials are still needed. 

“Teacher, let me do it,” Ma Guangnian coughed continuosly. “I’ve been taking medication for so many days, and there hasn’t been any significant improvement. Continuing the current treatment will only waste medicinal ingredients. It’s better to try the concentrated pills.” 

If he pulls through, the medication can be immediately promoted. 

If he doesn’t, another approach will have to be taken. 

In any case, time is of the essence. 

One shoulders a mission, the other risks their life to test the medication; the atmosphere in the laboratory is particularly solemn. 

It’s indeed been a busy time, with barely a moment to rest, but the practical knowledge gained from following several esteemed professors isn’t something one can acquire from books alone. Especially Professor Li, who is approachable and always willing to answer Jiang Ning’s questions and even expand her knowledge. 

So, she proposed a compromise, “The concentrated pills are too potent. What if we halve the dosage and administer it in two parts? If that doesn’t work, we can resort to a more aggressive approach.” 

Although it’s split into two doses, in reality, the amount of medicine needed for production is significantly greater than for a single dose. 

Considering this, the current medicinal ingredients are far from sufficient. 

It’s worth noting that it’s not just the survivors in Fengcheng and Yuecheng waiting for the medication; countless cities like Pengcheng and Huicheng are also waiting. 

So far, the formula from the research institute in Yuecheng has shown the best results. Even if an antidote were to be produced, support would still be needed for other cities. 

Among the many cities, Fengcheng’s officials are the most cunning. They exploit the halo of benevolent donors and send people specifically to guard the gates of the research institute, waiting to take the finished medication back. 

Not wanting to see Professor Li burdened with moral shackles at his age, she suggested, “Professor Li, why don’t we produce both options and let the authorities decide? Perhaps they will send people to find the medication?” 

A word of awakening, Ma Guangnian was very supportive, “Teacher, these two crucial medications are indeed scarce, but there have been generous donors who have donated so much at once. Perhaps there are other ways to find them?” 

After discussion, it was finally decided to proceed with both options simultaneously. 

As a student of traditional Chinese medicine, Jiang Ning naturally wouldn’t miss the pharmaceutical process and took the opportunity to learn every step. 

Medicine is three parts poison, and the dosage isn’t arbitrary. It’s like arsenic; a small amount can cure, but a large dose is lethal. 

After enduring for three days straight, Professor Li finally couldn’t hold on and fell asleep in no time. 

Huo Yishen brewed hot tea and placed it on the table, not forgetting to drape a coat over him. 

Many devices in the research institute were damaged, but overcoming numerous difficulties, they managed to use ancient methods to produce Professor Li’s formula into concentrated pills. 

Ma Guangnian didn’t hesitate and swallowed one directly. 

About half an hour later, his liver and lungs were in severe discomfort, as if countless insects were gnawing at them frantically. 

Trying not to alarm the teacher, he tightly bit his handkerchief and rolled on the ground in pain. 

Intermittently for two hours, it felt as though he was being cut with a blunt knife. Ma Guangnian was covered in cold sweat, his face as pale as paper 

At this time, exposure to cold was the last thing he needed. Jiang Ning took a military coat and wrapped it around him. “Teacher Ma, don’t catch a cold.” 

The symptoms were alleviated, but his vitality was greatly depleted. Seeing that he still couldn’t walk after resting for half a day, Huo Yishen ended up carrying him back to his quarters. 

With no hot meals available and the canteen offering only basic sustenance, considerations like nutrition were out of the question. 

Even though Jiang Ning donated the supplies, she couldn’t resist the large number of people. It was already good if each person could get two slices of preserved meat per meal. 

Instead, Jiang Ning brewed some soy milk and personally made claypot rice with preserved meats and added two eggs before removing it from the heat. 

One portion for him, one for Professor Li, and as for Lao Hu, since Yu Tong was taking care of him, it was better for her to stay away. 

After all, Boss Ba’s nuclear power was too strong, and one always felt unfortunate getting closer. 

“Teacher Ma, you need to eat well these days, try to replenish your vitality as much as possible. Since you’ll need to take the second dose of medicine in three days.” 

Jiang Ning took charge of his three meals and had Huo Yishen deliver them punctually. 

There was no soup, so they cooked black moss and egg drop soup. 

They ate, slept, soaked their feet, and lived like this for three days. 

Ma Guangnian’s symptoms improved a lot, but he still had a low-grade fever, dizziness, drowsiness, rapid breathing, and reduced coughing. 

Under Jiang Ning’s special care, he was improving both mentally and physically. 

So, he took the second pill.  

It was painful, unlike last time when he rolled all over the floor; this time, there was more struggle. 

He drinks plenty of hot water when idle and sleeps as much as possible after soaking his feet. 

Ma Guangnian recovered quickly; three days later, his cough stopped, and except for weakness, all other symptoms disappeared. 

He just couldn’t exert himself; he would pant climbing stairs, but he believed the aftereffects would gradually disappear. 

The single use of concentrated pills was also being tested. Considering Ma Guangnian’s strong reaction to the medication, the research institute didn’t dare to administer them to critically ill patients but instead found patients with lighter symptoms and had better physical strength. 

They were considered mild cases, but the coughing was almost suffocating, and they relied solely on their willpower. 

Jiang Ning felt that the patient they are currently testing the drug on looked familiar, as if she had seen him somewhere before. 

“Is it you?” The other person was equally surprised. 

With Jiang Ning’s poor memory, she could only awkwardly smile, “Uh, yeah.” 

Seeing that she forgot, the other person reminded, “Remember the tsunami? You brought back an injured soldier back then.” 

With this reminder, Jiang Ning vaguely recalled; he should have been the comrade who received that injured soldier originally. 

Jiang Ning was quite surprised, “Is that young comrade doing well?” 

“Thanks to the medicine you gave, he pulled through and was later transferred to another camp.” 

After a brief exchange, Jiang Ning didn’t hide anything and informed in advance of the possible side effects of the medication, “It’s still in the trial phase, and you have the right to decide whether to try it or not, please make your own decision.” 

He didn’t hesitate, “I’ll try.” 

If even they couldn’t survive, ordinary survivors would have an even harder time. 

Sure enough, the reaction to the medicine was strong. Despite gritting his teeth, he endured pain with bulging veins on his forehead and sweating heavily. 

“Pufft!” 

He collapsed on the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was full of lung fragments. 

Jiang Ning was afraid that the vomited blood would cause him to choke, so she quickly helped him change from lying on his back to lying on his side, while other medical staff cleaned the blood stains to prevent infection. 

Three hours later, his symptoms eased, but all his strength seemed to have been drained. 

If not for his strong mental strength, he doubted he would have been able to endure. 

The next day, he felt a little better. Noticing his lack of energy and the absence of nutritional injections, the medical staff secretly added two pieces of bacon and a small piece of salted fish to his meal. 

The comparison results came out quickly. Ma Guangnian took the medicine twice. Despite being older and not as fit as younger people, he recovered better. 

The soldiers who tested the medicine experienced more noticeable side effects, and their physical recovery was much slower.