Let you deliver food, you become the savior?

Chapter 130 This Smell Is Really Awesome!
Tang'an First Hospital.

Large meeting room.

Without any preheating, the temporary symposium was held in a hurry!
The arrival of Mr. Xue, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, spread throughout the hospital.

The outpatient clinic is immediately suspended!

Except for the doctors and nurses who couldn't escape during the operation, all of them gathered in a crowd. There were not enough seats, and there were a lot of people standing in the aisle.

And in front of the table on the stage, there are two chairs.

Wang Yang and Mr. Xue took their seats.

The old dean stood aside serving tea and water like a waiter.

"Who is that young man?"

"Could it be that he is Xue Shengshou's disciple?"

"I met him several times, a family member of a patient."

"That's right, and I often carry a Erha."

Many doctors and nurses were discussing in low voices.

"Old Xue, everyone is here, so we can start." The old dean smiled and said, "Today, our courtyard is full of splendor!"

Mr. Xue nodded, and said to the microphone on the table: "Everyone, I have no preparations for this temporary symposium, so let's talk casually, just talk about the most basic four words, the benevolence of doctors."

Under the stage, many doctors and nurses listened attentively like a pilgrimage.

Wang Yang thought to himself, what a good guy.

This is the status of a master of Chinese medicine!
There is no need to warm up, the other party is treated like an emperor when he comes to this hospital for the first time.

However, he wasn't interested in what he was talking about, and he couldn't listen to it at all, so he sat there solemnly, twitched his fingers, and chatted with Master Ting who was lying in the background.

Gradually, an hour passed.

Old Master Xue stood up and said: "Everyone, please remember that at any time, benevolence must not be lost. Once lost, medical skills will no longer be pure."

clap clap!

Snapped!clap clap!

The applause of the entire conference room was thunderous and lasted for a long time.

Many doctors and nurses applauded while thinking.

Although the master of traditional Chinese medicine didn't talk about professional things, he washed the hearts of all the people in the field!
The old dean saluted and said: "Thank you Mr. Xue for coming to our school to teach in his busy schedule, and also thank Mr. Wang Yang for the precious opportunity. I announce that this symposium on masters has come to a successful conclusion!!!"

Looking up from a lot of eyes, Wang Yang and Mr. Xue walked out of the gate.

The old dean wants to host another banquet.

Wang Yang shook his head and refused.

The old dean didn't pester him any more, he was afraid that if he was too attentive, he would offend the other party, and that would narrow the way.

Wang Yang quietly came to the high-grade ward, and glanced through the glass with his probe.

After an hour, those old neighbors are still there!
"Old Xue, let's withdraw."

Wang Yang's scalp was numb and he pulled Mr. Xue to the elevator.

"Aren't you proud of your father?" The latter was puzzled.

"It has risen, and if it rises again, I will go crazy."

Wang Yang smiled wryly and explained the situation.

Mr. Xue is happy.

They and Master Ting returned to Wuling mini.

Not long after, chess was played in the room of the Lixiao Hotel.

A plate is over.

Mr. Xue had his fill of fun. While smiling, he took out two packs of pickled mustard and gave one to Wang Yang, "Are you tired? Come on, let's nourish our brains."

"..."

Wang Yang tore it apart.

They sat opposite each other and ate mustard.

Master Ting asked inexplicably: "Master Ting, I know everything in the world, why didn't I know that mustard can nourish the brain?"

at this time.

Mr. Xue picked up his phone again, "Baohe, come in."

Xue Baohe pushed the door tremblingly and entered, holding a big black bag full of medicinal materials.

"Uncle Xue, what happened to your leg?" Wang Yang wondered.

"A little numb..."

Xue Baohe wanted to cry but had no tears.

He had arrived a long time ago. As a result, the old man said that he was waiting outside the door, and he was only halfway through the chess game. He didn't want to be disturbed, so he would come in after the game was over.

Wait, it's nearly two hours!

Stand numb!
There is no way, who told the old man to guide the chess and realize it while playing?
Xue Baohe handed the bag to Wang Yang, then sat on the sofa and beat his legs, "Are you satisfied with the quality of these herbs?"

"Let me see." Wang Yang said, and glanced at Master Ting.

it comes running.

But Wang Yang pretended to pick up the bags, opened them, rubbed them with his hands, and smelled them.

Looks very professional.

But the voice in his heart asked: "How is it?"

"Not bad."

Master Ting nodded his head, "Among them, this one is one or two years behind my requirements, but it doesn't affect much."

"Um……"

Wang Yang pondered for a moment, then looked up at them, "The medicinal materials are fine, but the year of rest is one or two years less than what I asked for."

Old Master Xue and Xue Baohe looked at each other, with shock in their eyes!

The medicinal materials in my own home, of course I know the year is exactly what the other party said.

but!

You know, fleas are a kind of medicinal material whose age and appearance have no necessary relationship!

The year can be accurately judged only by the feel of rubbing and the smell of smell...

Even Mr. Xue, who has been in contact with traditional Chinese medicine for a lifetime, let alone a year or two, even five years, can't tell the difference!

"I am ashamed of my eyesight."

Old Master Xue sighed, and explained: "Although fleas are not a rare item, it is hard to find ones that are older than mine."

"It's okay." Wang Yang shook his head and said, "It's barely usable."

"That's good."

Xue Baohe breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the suitcase: "It's getting late, I'll take the old man away first, and we'll get together when you return to Zhonghai."

Mr. Xue is holding the Imperial Chessboard.

"I'll send it to you."

Wang Yang sent them downstairs and turned back to the room.

He didn't check out. After all, he boiled the medicine to dissolve the five poison pills, and he didn't know what would happen if he drank it. Naturally, he didn't want to see these things that went against ordinary people's cognition.

A pot is missing.

Wang Yang contacted Chu Zifeng, and within 5 minutes, the hotel manager personally delivered a pressure cooker.

Plug it in and pour water on it.

Master Ting took the dog's paw and instructed, "Put these three flavors in."

"When the water boils, take out the three flavors and put them aside, we will use them later. Let's put the seven flavors together now."

10 minute later.

"Add the Jiuwei on your right."

Half an hour passed.

"Turn down the heat, put the remaining two flavors!"

Two and a half hours in a blink of an eye.

"Start with the three flavors, put them together with the five poisons and double opening pills! Directly put the fire on high for 10 minutes, then turn off the fire and suffocate for an hour."

……

After ten o'clock in the evening.

Wang Yang looked sideways at Master Ting, "Okay?"

"If there are no accidents, it will be fine." Master Ting nodded and said expectantly: "Open the lid and have a look."

Wang Yang pressed the switch, and the cover popped open.

Immediately afterwards, a bitter and rancid smell hit my face!

Can you imagine it?
It is similar to the stinky tofu in 82, dressed up with snail powder, and even covered with a layer of stinky socks smoked by old sweaty feet...

It's even better than the original five-poison double-opening pill!
"What the hell! Did someone drink it?!"

Wang Yang's choking eyes watered, his consciousness was in a trance for a moment, and he almost passed out, but fortunately he held on.

At this moment, Lord Ting had already jumped onto the sofa, holding the pillow with his paws and pressing it against the dog's face, "Hey, it's really different from what I thought, but the effect is definitely no problem, Xiao Yangzi, after making this pot of medicinal soup, Don't waste a drop, trust me, Ting Ye..."

"I believe in your uncle!!!"

Wang Yang covered his mouth and nose, he felt like vomiting just looking at it, and he wanted to tell Lao Tzu to drink every drop?
(End of this chapter)