The Great Tang: World Martial God

Yuchi Jingde was surprised by Tang Hao's polite refusal.

"You kid won't really want to test yourself, do you?"

"Do you know that this kind of opportunity is hard-won and precious to them and those on death row?"

After this mention, the dead prisoners who were kneeling suddenly woke up.

"Master Hou, let the criminals come! The criminals missed and killed people, and they would pay for their lives."

"After this level, it's resignation! Surviving will save you from death, and the little one should be able to reform and re-behave!"

"Even if there is an accident, as long as you can survive, you can remember the great kindness of Lord Hou in this life."

After all, several death row prisoners kowtow again and again, begging.

Tang Hao heard the clue, it turned out that as long as it wasn't those heinous condemned prisoners who risked death for Datang, he could win a ray of life.

Before decapitating, I always ask if I am willing, and if I agree, I will wait for such an opportunity.

Even though some illnesses cause disability, these people still enjoy it.

Yuchi Jingde patted the table and chairs and looked at Tang Hao.

"You don't care about the ending, this is to give them a chance to commit crimes!"

"They can have the opportunity to test the medicine at this time, but it is for their future generations to accumulate the merits!"

"Besides, after the time limit, these people still have to be beheaded, and they will not be wasted?"

Listening to the persuasion in his ear, Sun Simiao shook his head.

"Hey! Such things, the old man is still a little unwilling."

"In ancient times, there were Shennong who tasted herbs, and now there are medicine people who test poison, hey!~"

During the words, Sun Simiao got up and walked towards the infected cow with a stick.

"The old man goes to study the cause of disease, Dingbeihou, how to choose is up to you."

"Success or failure, the old man has nothing to say."

The right to choose has returned to Tang Hao's hands, making such a choice quite embarrassing.

But in a blink of an eye, this kind of cowpox is just a little uncomfortable, and it won't really kill people.

Seeing these people kowtow and pleading, they sighed in their hearts.

"Never mind!"

"It's just that if you survive this day, you can't be so reckless and live a good life."

The condemned prisoner was kowtowed like a chicken pecking rice, thanking him again and again.

In the afternoon, in the bright house, Tang Hao took the gauze, carefully disinfected the arm of the condemned prisoner, and made a small cut with a knife.

He smoothly smeared the small stick soaked with vaccinia juice back and forth on the wound, worrying that it would not be planted once, Tang Hao wiped it twice before wrapping it up tightly.

You don't need to do this kind of experiment, but in order to show the important officials in the court and to dispel Sun Simiao's doubts, Tang Hao still did it.

After doing all this, Tang Hao realized that after Sun Simiao had taken the vial of cowpox juice for himself, he stayed in the wing and never left the house.

Clapping his hands, walking out of the wood room, Tang Hao turned his head to look at the house of Sun Simiao, wondering.

They agreed to study together, but the old man sat in the house for himself. What did he mess with?

Thinking of this, Tang Hao walked quickly and pushed open the closed door.

Under the light, Sun Simiao leaned back and collapsed, his face flushed, and his face looked bitter.

Even if Tang Hao arrived, Sun Simiao didn't seem to even bother to open his eyes, as if he was sick.

Tang Hao didn't hesitate, touched Sun Simiao's forehead, and the tentacles were hot, which seemed completely different from ordinary wind and cold!

It seemed that at this moment, Tang Hao suddenly remembered.

Isn't this old man trying to poison himself?

Thinking of this, Tang Hao opened Sun Simiao's clothes.

Under the light, there were two festering wounds on the exposed left shoulder, which was obviously a sign of infection.

Seeing this wound, which was much larger than the one he had left on the death row, Tang Hao was shocked and cursed.

"Old Piff! You are looking for death!"

"How can this kind of vaccinia have this kind of method? This juice is full of bacteria. If you apply it like this, it might be deadly."

Swearing on his lips, Tang Hao didn't dare to stop for a moment.

Shouted at Wu Tong who was standing in the courtyard outside the door.

"Bring me alcohol!"

No matter how much, Tang Hao took the alcohol Wu Tong hurriedly brought, and poured half of the porcelain bottle into his head, washing Sun Simiao's wound.

When the alcohol encountered the wound, it was very painful. The hot Sun Simiao just hummed a few times, and it was over, as if he didn't know the pain.

Tang Hao took the square scarf, soaked it in the water, took it up and put it on Sun Simiao's forehead and armpit.

Right now, the immune cells in the old man's body are fighting the virus fiercely, and he can only be physically cooled to avoid burning his brain.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Tang Hao looked at Wu Tong who was anxious on the side, and ordered.

"Go and get some more alcohol, and sprinkle it on the whole house for disinfection."

"From now on, the front yard will be disinfected every day, and the servants should not stay here until they have been vaccinated with cowpox."

"Also, tell the two ladies not to step into this vestibule, lest you get sick."

Seeing Wu Tong hurried out, Tang Hao slowly sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the sickly Sun Simiao on the soft couch with a calm tone.

"Old man Sun, old man Sun, I know you are a bodhisattva heart, don't experiment with death row prisoners."

"But you're so embarrassed when you hit yourself, the inch-long wound, I'm afraid it's the cowpox juice, and you have poured a lot of it!"