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　　The old man was stunned, and then reacted, "Okay, what type of medical book Mr. Ye needs, I will immediately.

　　Send someone to find it."

　　"Any type will do, the more the better!"

　　Ye Feng Road.

　　Only by knowing what the problem is can you find a solution.

　　"it is good."

　　The old man was puzzled.

　　But soon he arranged to let people go to find medical books.

　　Sitting quietly in the room, Ye Feng looked at the sleeping Yu Huang with calm eyes.

　　If there is no danger to life, there is no need to rush.

　　He had actually learned a little about medical skills, but he only had a taste of it. Since his body had never suffered any disease, he felt that there was no point in raising the level of medical skills.

　　And now.

　　Ye Feng wanted to improve his medical skills to a state close to Tao in the shortest possible time.

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Chapter [-]: No mention of Yan and Huang (Second)

　　In the quiet ward, there was only the sound of rustling through books.

　　Ye Feng sat upright, with a straight body, holding a thick ancient medical book "Shen Nong's Herbal Classic" in his hand, and read it intently.

　　He has almost ten lines at a glance, but he can remember every word in his heart.

　　Unforgettable! Before there was no system, Ye Feng had an extraordinary memory, which seemed to be a benefit brought to him by time-travel, and any book could be memorized in his heart with just a glance.

　　"You have read ten pages of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", medical experience +20!"

　　"You have read thirty pages of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", medical experience +50!"

　　"You have read one hundred pages of "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", medical experience +10!"

　　"You have finished reading "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", and the medical experience value is 200!"

　　"Your medical skills have been upgraded to - enter the hall!"

　　The system's cold and mechanical prompt sounded from time to time in my mind.

　　Ye Feng has temporarily blocked it.

　　No matter what he is doing, he will be very serious, completely immersed in it, and will not be disturbed by the outside world.

　　After a while.

　　Ye Feng put down the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica" and picked up a copy of "Huangdi Neijing" beside him, which are listed as the four classic works of traditional medicine, the other two are "Nanjing" and "Treatise on Febrile Diseases and Miscellaneous Diseases".

　　Among them, the "Nanjing" is also known as "The Yellow Emperor's Eighty-One Difficulties" or "Eighty-One Difficulties".

　　The author is the famous Bian Que.

　　Ye Feng worked tirelessly, focused and carefully browsed the Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon.

　　outside the ward.

　　Through the transparent but soundproof glass, the old man looked at Ye Feng who was reading quietly and couldn't help saying: "Mr. Ye has ten lines in his eyes, but it gives me a very serious feeling that he wants to find help in the medical book in a short time. The way Huang wakes up is not an offense, it doesn't seem very reliable."

　　On the side, Zhang Sanfeng raised his brows slightly.

　　He glanced at the old man, and suddenly said: "Wang Lao should not be a cultivator, right?"

　　"no."

　　The old man shook his head and said calmly, "I don't have the aptitude for cultivation, so I can only honestly be an ordinary scientific researcher."

　　"That's no wonder."

　　Zhang Sanfeng smiled, "If Mr. Wang was a practitioner, he wouldn't say that.

　　Senior Ye's ability is beyond speculation, with him around, Yu Huang will not have any problems."

　　"Why is Zhang Zhen so sure?"

　　Wang Lao couldn't help but ask.

　　Zhang Sanfeng smiled without saying a word.

　　He stared at Ye Feng, and in his sight, Ye Feng's whole body was shrouded in a mysterious Dao rhyme, and every time he gently flipped the medical book, a subtle Dao mark would be drawn in the air.

　　And this is a miracle that ordinary people can't see.

　　No! Even a cultivator with a lower cultivation base would only feel that Ye Feng's movements were very elegant and beautiful, but he couldn't see the slightest trace of Dao.

　　In a trance.

　　Zhang Sanfeng seemed to see a phantom figure in an imperial robe appearing behind Ye Feng, that was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, a long sword hanging from his waist, looking down between the sky and the earth, pointing out the vast ups and downs.

　　"Xuanyuan Yellow Emperor"

　　Zhang Sanfeng whispered in his heart.

　　In fact, when Ye Feng was flipping through the "Shen Nong's Materia Medica", what he saw was another figure.

　　That figure is an old man with a vicissitudes of life, with ravines all over his face, wearing sackcloth, walking alone on a vast land, pulling up a medicinal herb from time to time, and tasting it in his mouth, "They are all ancestors of the human race!"

　　Zhang Sanfeng sighed with emotion.

　　The spiritual imprint of the sages of the human race has been left in their writings, but it is not available to ordinary people.

　　I'm afraid, only seniors like Ye can unknowingly trigger the imprints in it when they are reading with concentration.

　　As a result, the figure of Ren Zu reappeared in this world in another way.

　　Zhang Sanfeng sighed, feeling inexplicably guilty.

　　now.

　　Humans believe in gods that are high above, and make offerings to Buddhas who only talk about the afterlife.

　　Not a word about inflammation and yellow.

　　It seems that it has long since forgotten that the reason why the human race can survive to this day depends on the succession of the human race's own sages,,,,, paving the road with flesh and blood, rather than wagging their tails and begging for pity, praying for the "gift" of the gods and Buddhas

　　Who else remembers the Sui Ren's light on the way forward for the human race.

　　How can we forget that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land.

　　The surroundings fell into a dead silence for a while, Zhang Sanfeng was silent in thought, and Elder Wang, who was beside him, didn't bother, and walked aside to play with a machine.

　　Time passed little by little.

　　I do not know how long it has been.

　　Wang Lao suddenly

　　He woke up during the study, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and found that six hours had passed.

　　He was a little surprised, although his physical fitness was not bad, but after all, he was too old, not a cultivator, and he hadn't studied for such a long time, because his spirit would be poor.

　　"Is it"

　　Wang Lao glanced at Ye Feng, who was still reading quietly in the ward, with a strange look in his eyes.

　　The only difference between today and the past.

　　There are two more people here, one is Ye Feng, the other is Zhang Sanfeng.

　　With intuition, Wang Lao thinks the latter reason is not big.

　　"It's not even Zhang Sanfeng and the Dragon Tiger Mountain Heavenly Master who appeared from another world recently to be able to admire the ancestors so much."

　　Wang Lao glanced at a cyan bird standing on the table next to him combing its feathers. According to the report of the golden gong who led the way, it was suspected to be the mythical bird Qingluan! "Could it be that Mr. Ye also came from an alien plane back then. come"

　　Thinking about it.

　　He could only think of this possibility! Even Old Wang guessed that Ye Feng might have come from the legendary fairyland, otherwise, how could there be the divine bird Qingluan as his mount at this time.

　　He saw Ye Feng who was focusing on reading suddenly stood up, stunned for a moment, and then showed joy, and quickly walked in and said, "Mr. Ye, you have come up with a solution"

　　"Try it first."

　　Ye Feng walked to Yu Huang's side, put his hand on her snow-white wrist, squinted for a moment, and frowned slightly.

　　"It seems to be a disorder of the soul, but it is not entirely certain."

　　"It's not enough, find some more books"

　　"Forget it, this is too slow, do you have any seriously ill patients, bring them all here!"

　　The patient Wang Lao was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and nodded quickly: "Yes, I will send someone to bring them here, but this place is a little small, it is better to go to the next floor."

　　"Can."

　　Ye Feng nodded casually.

　　At present, the experience value that can be improved only by reading medical books is too small. If this continues, at least one month will be able to get close to the skill, and only practice will be able to gain more experience! Not much time.

　　Ye Feng followed Wang Lao to the seventh floor of the basement, and the watchmen and gongs came pushing the mobile hospital beds one by one. After a rough scan, there were about a hundred people.

　　"Just so"

　　Ye Feng frowned.

　　"what"

　　Wang Lao was a bit at a loss, "This is already over a hundred."

　　"Forget it, that's all for now."

　　叶枫不再多说,他走到第一个病人的跟前,只是扫了一眼,便随口道:“艾曲1升,干姜1两,细辛1两,椒目1两,附子1两,桂1两,上为细末,每服23钱,温调下.”

　　After all, don't take a second look.

　　"remember not"

　　Wang Lao looked at the gong next to him, "Hurry up and get the medicine."