Country Peerless God of Medicine

Chapter 205 Is Chu Yang's Medicine Really Effective?

Ling Feiyan was furious and furious. Her innocent body was slandered by Ma Laosan.

No woman could bear this kind of humiliation.

"Ma Laosan, don't talk nonsense here, spouting blood." Ling Fei's smoked body trembled, emotionally agitated.

Ma Laosan was even more proud when he saw Ling Feiyan's panic-stricken look.

He was very happy to see Ling Feiyan was angry, but he couldn't do anything about him: "Mr. Ling, you should admit it quickly!"

"I clearly saw you and Chu Yang go into the woods last time. I saw it with my own eyes." Ma Laosan laughed and began to make up things.

"You...you are talking nonsense...there is no such thing..." Ling Feiyan was so angry that she couldn't imagine that a person could be so shameless.

Ma Laosan patted his chest and said loudly: "I'm not talking nonsense, I saw it with my own eyes."

Ling Feiyan clenched her fist tightly, wishing she could punch Ma Laosan in the face.

Chu Yang stopped Ling Feiyan and said lightly: "You can't tell this kind of rascal, if you continue to entangle with him, you will suffer."

"This kind of person, I naturally have a way to deal with him."

Ma Laosan said with an exaggerated expression: "Oh, I'm so scared!"

Chu Yang glanced at Ma Laosan coldly, and walked towards Ma Laosan.

Ding Ding Deng! ! !
Ma Laosan took several big steps back, looking at Chu Yang with fear in his eyes: "Chu...Chu Yang...what are you going to do?"

"I warn you...there are so many people here...don't mess around."

Chu Yang said in a cold voice: "You liar who is full of lies and making up random things, you still want to threaten me? I think you are looking for a beating!"

Swish!
Miao Dongjun stood in front of Ma Laosan, and said indifferently: "Chu Yang, Ma Laosan is my patient now, if you want to move Ma Laosan, you have to ask me if I agree."

Chu Yang looked at Miao Dongjun with cold eyes.

Facing Chu Yang's gaze, Miao Dongjun didn't flinch at all, and looked directly at Chu Yang.

After half a minute.

Miao Dongjun said, "Chu Yang, don't waste time, let's start the medical competition!"

Chu Yang glanced at Ma Laosan lightly: "Ma Laosan, don't be complacent. I'll come to settle accounts with you after I finish my medical competition."

Chu Yang's eyes fell on Miao Dongjun immediately: "Then let's start!"

Miao Dongjun raised a smug smile, and he came to his ten patients, and began to take their pulse and prescribe medicine for them one by one.

Chu Yang turned his head and said to Ling Feiyan: "Is the big iron pot I used to cook medicine in the village committee still there?"

Ling Feiyan thought for a while and said, "It's still there. I threw it into the warehouse of the village committee. Do you want to use it?"

Chu Yang nodded and said, "You take someone to bring the big iron pot over, and by the way, let someone set up a fire here, a fire frame, and I want to cook medicine on the spot here."

"Okay, I'll take someone to carry the big iron pot right now." After Ling Feiyan finished speaking, he took people to the village committee to carry the big iron pot.

Chu Yang turned back to the clinic to grab the medicine.

He had experience in diagnosing the scrapie on the villagers because of Ling Feiyan, Han Qingqing, and the old man who gave his pulse just now.

Therefore, there is a clear idea of ​​prescribing medicine for scrapie.

It would be very easy for Chu Yang to just treat the scrapie on the villagers.

Miao Dongjun glanced at Chu Yang, and snorted coldly with disdain: "You bastard."

Chu Yang came to the clinic, wrote down the prescription, and began to dispense the medicine according to the prescription.

After Chu Yang grabbed the medicine, Ling Feiyan led people to carry the big iron pot back, and at the same time set up a fire, a fire shelf.

At this time, Miao Dongjun had already prescribed medicine for a patient, and he said to the patient, "You only need to take two doses of my medicine, and your pruritus will be cured."

The patient quickly thanked: "Thank you, Dr. Miao."

Miao Dongjun waved his hand, signaling for the next patient to come for treatment.

At this time, Chu Yang had already poured water into the big iron pot.

Chu Yang poured the medicine he had grasped into the big iron pot.

"Soak the herbs in cold water for 10 minutes, and then start to boil the medicine." Chu Yang said lightly.

Ling Feiyan nodded.

Half an hour later, Miao Dongjun had already treated ten patients and prepared medicines for these patients.

They only need to take back what they need, cook two medicines and eat, and the itching on their bodies will be cured.

On the other hand, on Chu Yang's side, Chu Yang hadn't given pulse signals to his ten patients yet, and his ten patients looked at Chu Yang eagerly.

"It's time, let's boil the medicine!" Chu Yang said.

"Well! Let's make a fire!" Ling Feiyan asked someone to start a fire.

Miao Dongjun came over and said with a proud face: "Chu Yang, you will definitely lose in this competition. I have prescribed medicine for my ten patients."

"They go back and take two doses of medicine, and the scrapie will be cured."

Chu Yang glanced at Miao Dongjun lightly and did not speak, and continued to boil medicine in a large iron pot.

Seeing that Chu Yang ignored him, Miao Dongjun looked even more proud: "Hey, I'll tell you the truth! The scrapie these villagers suffer from is a very difficult and incurable disease."

"I can cure their itch with two medicines, which is the fastest in the world. No one is faster than me."

"And no one knows more about their scrapie than I do."

Ling Feiyan said to Miao Dongjun angrily: "Have you finished talking, you guy? Buzzing, like flies and mosquitoes, it's really annoying."

"If you don't want to leave, just stand aside and watch, don't disturb us here, it's really annoying."

Miao Dongjun glanced at Ling Feiyan, and a look of coldness flashed in his eyes: "Hmph! Then I want to see what tricks you guys are playing."

Chu Yang concentrated on boiling the herbal medicine, keeping an eye on the heat. After an hour, Chu Yang extinguished the fire and asked someone to fetch ten large bowls, each filled with Chinese medicinal liquid.

Chu Yang said to his ten patients: "Drink the liquid medicine in this bowl, and the itching on your body will be cured."

The ten patients looked at Chu Yang suspiciously, and they didn't believe what Chu Yang said.

"Hahaha!!!" Miao Dongjun laughed loudly.

"Chu Yang, you are so conceited and naive. A bowl of liquid medicine can cure their itch. Who do you think you are, a medical saint? A medical god?"

"It's so funny, your bowl of medicine will definitely not be able to cure their itchy disease."

Miao Dongjun said swearingly that no one knows the scrapie that the villagers suffer from better than him.

Miao Dongjun confidently believes that absolutely no one can heal the villagers' scrapie faster than him.

Ling Feiyan also murmured to herself, is it too simple to cure the itching of the villagers with a bowl of liquid medicine?Does it really work?
Chu Yang said expressionlessly, "This bowl of liquid medicine can cure your itch."

The ten patients in Chu Yang looked hesitant, and after thinking about it, each took a bowl of liquid medicine and took it.

All eyes fell on Chu Yang's ten patients, looking at them nervously.

(End of this chapter)