âOh my god.â
Kanghyok looked at the bag with resentment.
There was even a plate in it, but no malaria medicine there.
The bag contained a hammer and chisel, as well as other medical tools.
âI canât find any malaria medicine here.â
Sungmun was still shivering inside the blanket.
âSon, I think I need that medicine you gave me the other day.â
He seemed to believe that medicine worked.
âPlease take this medicine for today.â
Kanghyok gave him anti-inflammatory drugs and antacids.
âDad, I canât cure your sickness with this medication alone. I think I have to find some other medicine. Can you excuse my absence?â
Holding a horse by the reins, Dolsok appeared.
âMastere, does he look bad?â
âNot that bad, but there is no right medicine.â
âAlas...â
âShall we go to the mayorâs office to get the medicine?â
âWell..â Kanghyok groaned a bit.
The heart of the matter was not to visit the mayorâs office.
âWhat could be the right medicine?â
Antibiotics were good medicine, but it was only effective when it came to treating infection.
âMalaria... How come malaria-carrying mosquitoes are flying in Joseon?â
Kanghyok desperately tried to recall what he had learned in high school textbooks.
âIs this the common sickness found in Kanghwa Island and northern areas?â
He never forgot about anything he once memorized it.
What should he do now?
His father was already afflicted with malaria.
If malaria had existed in Joseon, there must have been some kind of herbal medicine at that time.
Dolsok asked in a wet voice, âMaster, shall we go?â
âSure, letâs go out.â
âYes, master.â
After he got on a horse, he again tried to recall what he had learned at the medical college he attended.
âSurely I learned about it back then. I think I learned it in the medical history class.â
But he couldnât recall at all.
âOh, that might be the one.â
âWhatâs up, master?â
âQuinine.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Dolsok asked with a worried look.
He knew his master liked to murmur things when he was bored.
As expected, his master kept murmuring something all along.
âNo, quinine is not found here. Its origin is South America. There was something else I learned...â
Actually, he remembered he saw it somewhere very recently.
It was neither a medical textbook nor an academic paper.
âAh, I got it now. Nobel Prize in physiology or medicine!â
He felt as if he got a heavy load off his chest.
He even shook in excitement.
âAre you okay, master?â
âSure, I am. I remembered it!â
Doslok quickly covered his mouth with hand when he was about to murmur, âHe must be crazy.â
Of course, Kanghyok didnât care at all.
âIn 2015 Professor Tuyuyu received the Nobel Prize for developing artemisinin. I think its material must be...â
It must be grass common anywhere in East Asia.
The grass could be found even in the area where Kanghyok stopped.
âArtemisia! Look for artemisia!â
âWhat?â
âDonât stand with a blank face like that. Find artemisa. I need it to treat my father.â
âOh my... Yes, master.â
Dolsok instantly began to pluck up weeds that were as tall as his waist.
Kanghyok knew the herbal name, but never saw it in person.
So, he had to double check with Dolsok.
âAre you sure that grass is artemisia?â
âSure. You can find it everywhere here.â
âOh, I see. Just look for only fresh leaves of artemisia.â
Kanghyok got off his horse and began to find the grass.
Both of them spent some time to find it, but it was only a bagful because they plucked up only its leaves.
âLetâs go back now.â
âYes, master.â
As soon as they went into the house, Dolsok came running to him.
âHow about his condition now?â
âHe looks better after taking the medicine. He is in bed now.â Obviously, his fever went down after he took anti-inflammatory pills.
âHe canât sustain this...â
Anti-inflammatory medicine was only a temporary reliever.
If left uncured, Sungmun could be in a dangerous situation.
âThis is the herbal medicine thatâs good for my father.â
âGreat, master.â
Thinking the master could save Sungmunâs life, Oksok gave a broad smile.
But Dolsok tilted his head curiously. âBy the way, master.â
âWhat?â
âHow much of this medicine does he need to take?â
âOh...â
It was a sharp question. Dolsok was smart sometimes.
âDang it. I have no way of figuring out how much dosage is okay.â
He could not figure out how many grams of artemisinin he could take from the given artemisa grass.
âToo much wonât be good. Let me measure it by feeding him little by little.â
His father was set to be a guinea pig for this test.
It was not only the issue of how much dosage of artemisinin.
âI need to brew artemisinin.â
As far as he knew, artemisinin didnât melt in water.
As a medical student, he once tried to figure it out after he heard from a patient with blood tumor.
âHe said wormwood was good for cancer patients when they brewed it as a medicinal herb. But that was wrong.â
It was a good alternative to water, but it had no effect as medicine.
âEther is the best alternative...â
But he could not find ether here.
âI think I have to use alcohol.â
Fortunately, there were some homemade alcohol barrels sent by the mayor.
âDolsok, bring me some alcohol.â
âWhat? Alcohol? Your father is sick.â
With an annoyed glance, Dolsok looked at Kanghyok.
âDo you think Iâm drinking it? No way! Iâm going to use it to make medicine for father.â
âOh, I see. Let me bring it here quickly.â
Dolsok quickly brought some alcohol.
âHere you go.â
âGood. How strong is this alcohol?â
Kanghyok took a spoon and tasted it.
As far as the alcohol strength was concerned, the homemade alcohol would not be as high as 40%.
âPut it into an alcoholic pot with some artemisia grass and then boil it, Dolsok.â
âYes, master.â
The more it was boiled, the more it emitted out a strange aroma.
âItâs boiling up. Nice job, Dolsok.â
Looking at him, Kanghyok could feel Dolsok was full of expectation that this medicine would cure Sungmun.
âLet me taste it first.â
Perhaps it might taste awful.
âCan you bring me a spoon?â
âHere you go.â Dolsok gave a spoon to him on the spot.
Kanghyok stirred the brewed water with a silver spoon.
âThe spoon color isnât changing.â
And then he tasted it with a tense look.
Glug.
It tasted pretty bitter.
Though Kanghyok had no knowledge of medicinal herbs, he clearly knew one thing.
âThis is not for a human being.â
Though there was a saying that goes, âBitter medicine is good for your body,â this was not the case.
The bitter taste in his mouth didnât go away quickly.
When he was making a frown, Dolsok approached him.
âYou donât look good, master...â
âDang it. How come you brewed it like this?â
âWhat?â
âTry to brew it with a low fire this time. Boil it slowly.â
âOh, I see... You asked me to brew it at a high temperature a while ago.â
âWhen did I say that? I just said itâs boiling up now.â
âOh, no, you are lying to me.â
Grumbling, Dolson brewed it again with low fire.
âGood. Put the grass there.â
âYes, master.â
He put the wormwood into the pot.
Soon yellow soup was made with a sweet-smelling aroma.
Kanghyok felt that it was right this time.
âGood. Let me taste it.â
Swallowing saliva in his dry mouth, he tasted it.
âOh! It doesnât taste bitter now. Nor is it disgusting. It smells good.â
Come to think of it, he remembered that artemisinin was the best brewed at 60°C.
âGreat. This is what I want. Letâs go and see father.â
âWhat about the remaining soup?â
Though only a minute had passed, the alcohol inside the pot had already turned black.
âWe canât have it. Just throw it away.â
Kanghyok headed for his fatherâs room in no time.
Though his fever went down as he drank anti-inflammatory medicine, he didnât look good.
âDad, please have this.â
âOh, it smells good.â
âYes, and it tastes good as well.â
âSounds good. Let me drink it.â
Sungmun slurped the brewed artemisia soup.
âI like it. Actually, the pills you gave me the other day didnât taste like medicine at all.â
âAs this medicine is more important to you, let me prepare it for you everyday.â
âThanks, son.â
âCan you lie down a bit? Let me check your belly.â
âOkay.â
Sungmun quietly lay on the bed. Kanghyok carefully examined his belly.
âHis liver is more swollen than before. He hasnât been cured yet.â
Anti-inflammatory pills only had limited effects.
He was sure that young men could overcome it, but he was not sure if seniors like Sungmun could.
âTake some rest first. Rest will make you feel better as you have caught malaria.â
âGot it. Let me follow you as you direct me. Iâve come to think differently as your medical skills are so excellent...â