Super Medical Genius

He opened his mouth, but he still didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"You want to ask me about the recipe?"

Zhong Wentao smiled as he asked, as he was actually able to see through his thoughts.

Clutching his mouth, Feng Chen was even more shocked!

As expected of an idol, he could actually see through his thoughts!

"Hehe, it's a pity that I can't tell you."

Looking at Feng Chen's performance, one could tell that his guess was right.

He could not say who the last formula was, and even if he did, Feng Chen would not be able to do it, it would only increase his worries.

He put his hands down in disappointment, but he still felt that he had suffered a blow.

His idol not trusting him made him sad.

Cheng Yang heaved a sigh of relief, he was truly afraid that if Zhong Wentao were to say it out loud, even more people would find out, how would they pay back the money?

No, Yang Hao had broken off all relations with them, they did not need to return the money!

Realizing this, Cheng Yang almost wanted to laugh out loud in happiness.

This way, they could split the money they earned in the future.

"Hey, there are still customers here, don't laugh so disgustingly."

Zhou Zihan elbowed him on the waist, extremely dissatisfied.

This Uncle Idiot's expression was truly disgusting.

Cheng Yang was already immersed in his own happiness, unable to hear Zhou Zihan's warning.

Zheng Yu followed Zhou Cangzhu to the back to continue making the Beauty Ointment, and did not even bother to look at Cheng Yang's play.

Feng Chen stood on the spot and truly felt that he was an outsider.

Zhong Wentao did not speak, and calculated Feng Chen's goal.

From the very beginning, Feng Chen had been extremely warm to him, and this kind of passion was beyond the scope of normal people, and wasn't something that someone with Feng Chen's identity should do.

What was his goal?

He was very curious.

Could it be that the Feng Family was also interested in him?

Sensing the look in Zhong Wentao's eyes, Feng Chen became even more bitter.

"Sit down."

Zhong Wentao asked politely, as he was also very curious about Feng Chen.

One of them was a young master from an aristocratic family whose fame had spread far and wide, yet he was still not favored. This was indeed a strange matter.

He had always thought that only someone like Cheng Yang would not be favored by him. He never thought that Feng Chen would be so perfect, and would be like this too.

Embarrassed, he sat down on the sofa and took a sip of the tea before him. It was a very fragrant medicinal soup.

"You did this?"

Just by taking a single breath, Feng Chen couldn't help but be greatly shocked.

The shock that Zhong Wentao gave him was just too much. Since he was young, he had only drunk the medicinal soup brewed by Master Dongfang. These few years, Master Dongfang's health was not good, and he had not been able to drink any more.

This smell, was actually even more fragrant than the one cooked by the Master Dongfang.

As he drank it, his mouth was full of saliva. A warm feeling enveloped his entire body, filling him with strength.

"How is it?"

Zhong Wentao smiled and asked, this thing was something that he had just researched and he was holding onto his uninjured hand to boil. While he was brewing the pill, many people stood behind him and looked at him, thinking that it was really funny.

Five hundred years ago, every household drank different kinds of tea. They were all tea brewed from medicinal soups, and the smell was even more fragrant. After brewing, the smell would spread far and wide, and every household would compare their skills to that of a craftsman.

In the families of nobles and officials, they would also hire people to make medicinal soups to make medicinal soups. Every month, they would spend quite a bit of money, which was an important means of livelihood at that time.

Speaking of medicinal soups, in the entire Tai Yi Sect, his junior apprentice sister was a master. His method of making medicinal soups was also learned from her, but it wasn't even one in a thousand.

"It tastes good."

Feng Chen immediately opened his mouth without any flattery.

The gaze he used to look at Zhong Wentao was filled with admiration. What else could Zhong Wentao not do?

This soup wasn't something that an ordinary person could casually make. If he hadn't trained since he was young, he definitely wouldn't have such a rich and mellow flavor.

"Can I have one?"

Feng Chen earnestly opened his mouth, and planned to bring his to Master Dongfang to have a taste.

Until now, the Feng Family was not as focused on medical skills as they were in the past. Feng Gong used medical skills as a cover to do business, and did not even know as much as he did.

Zhong Wentao nodded, he did not reject.

However, he was able to return a cup of medicinal soup to her.

Furthermore, he did not think that the medicinal soup was anything important. Even if someone could make an identical soup, it was within reason.

Regardless of what he thought, Feng Chen quickly got into the car and took out a thermos. He carefully poured a cup of medicinal soup into it and found an excuse to leave Ciji Hall.

After the others left, Cheng Yang finally came out, but his expression was not very good.

"There's definitely a problem with this person!"

"I know."

After drinking a mouthful of the medicinal soup, Zhong Wentao's expression still remained indifferent.

"Is your ass okay?"

Suddenly thinking about it, Zhong Wentao asked with a smile.

Cheng Yang did not mind at all: "It's just acting, but that brat really used all his strength to rush over. I did not hold back when I kicked him, he should really be in pain."

Hearing that, Zhong Wentao only laughed, he knew that Cheng Yang would not lose out.

An hour had passed since Feng Chen brought the medicinal soup into the Dongfang Family. In this one hour, many things had happened, such as when Feng Wan added oil to the fire and said that Feng Chen had taken him out, and pushed the responsibility to Feng Chen, and pretended to be pitiful and swindled Dongfang Yuan into going to the Feng Family to visit him.

When Feng Chen arrived at Dongfang Family, Dongfang Yuan was not there.

"Little brat Feng, why did you come to visit?" Xiao Yuan just went to your house. "

Master Dongfang was curious, could it be that Feng Chen was here to fetch someone?

"Quick, have a taste of this, Grandpa Dongfang."

Feng Chen immediately passed the warm cup over, he did not hear Master Dongfang's words clearly.

The Master Dongfang took it in confusion, but just as he opened the lid, his expression changed.

This smell was a very rich medicinal soup.

The soup that he had brewed was much worse than this one. Unexpectedly, there was someone who could brew such a pure medicinal soup.

Without saying anything else, he took a gulp and felt his entire body relax.

He swallowed the soup and spread it through his entire body. It was an indescribable feeling of enjoyment.

After carefully savoring the taste, Zhang Xuan realized that the ingredients used were all ordinary medicinal herbs, and not as expensive as those used in the past. This was a good thing, even though the cost of the ingredients was not expensive, they were able to stimulate the effects of all the medicinal herbs, allowing for such a comfortable feeling.

"Where did this come from?"

Master Dongfang quickly asked, his eyes full of surprise and joy, knowing that this was a good thing, the person who cooked the medicine was not an ordinary person.

"It's Zhong Wentao, he endured it!"

Feng Chen immediately opened his mouth, feeling extremely proud, as though he had just received a praise.

"Impossible!"

Master Dongfang directly said, he did not believe that Zhong Wentao had the ability to do so.

Just this method of brewing soup alone was not something that others could hope to achieve, but it was impossible to do without decades of practice.

This thing must have been held up by Zhong Wentao's master, maybe his master hadn't died at all. It was Zhong Wentao who lied to them.

"Why would he lie when he told me himself?"

Feng Chen trusted Zhong Wentao.

"Idiot."

This was the reason why he had never liked Feng Chen. He didn't want to marry his granddaughter to such a foolish brat.

In comparison, Feng Wan was smarter, otherwise, he would not get favored by Feng Gong. Although he was still young, it was fine as long as Xiao Yuan did not mind.

The atmosphere became a little awkward. Feng Chen also regretted bringing the medicine soup along. He originally thought that the Master Dongfang would have some good opinions, but unfortunately, all he heard were those words that belittled Zhong Wentao.

"Alright, it's time for you to go back. It's also time for me to go for a walk and meet my old friend.

With that, Master Dongfang got up and went to put on his clothes.

Feng Chen turned and left without even taking his thermos.

Looking at his retreating back, Master Dongfang could only shake his head. It was such a pity for a child like him … First People's Hospital, Academy Master's Office.

Wang Zhanhai sat in his own seat, looking at the man in the chair opposite him with a serious expression.

Master Dongfang actually came here and met Wang Zhanhai directly.

They were old friends, something that Wang Zhanhai had never mentioned to Zhong Wentao before.

"What are you doing here?"

It was obvious that he was not pleased with the Master Dongfang.

The current of air between the two of them was very delicate. Clearly, something had happened before.

"I heard that Zhong Wentao is your disciple, but I have seen him before, he said that his master has passed away, and it seems that your disciple does not care about you at all."

"What does it have to do with you?"

Wang Zhanhai spoke out, as he finally understood the purpose of Master Dongfang's visit.

The two of them were very busy, and only sent short messages to each other occasionally. On the news, he had also seen the scene of Master Dongfang and Zhong Wentao shaking hands, but he did not pay attention to it. However, he did not expect that Master Dongfang would come over specially for this matter.

Zhong Wentao was not his disciple in the first place, he just called him Master and disciple to make others understand their relationship.

"Old friend, why are you so cold? What is the background of this disciple of yours? You can say it out loud. We're old friends!"

Master Dongfang laughed and spoke, he did not care about Wang Zhanhai's attitude.

Even if Wang Zhanhai was not satisfied, she could not kick him out.

Could it be that their relationship after so many years couldn't compare to that of a young boy?

"I don't know."

What exactly did Zhong Wentao do? He did not know, but this person had suddenly appeared in the Pine City, and from an unknown student who was expelled, he had become a highly regarded genius doctor. What he cared about was Zhong Wentao's character, and he had never asked about anything else.

"Stop messing around."

Master Dongfang obviously did not believe him. With his understanding of Wang Zhanhai, this person was extremely picky. If he didn't understand anything, he would definitely not let Zhong Wentao near.

The two of them must have known about each other since they were so close.

"I really don't know."

Wang Zhanhai was helpless, he took out his phone and planned to call Zhong Wentao to explain to Master Dongfang.

He didn't want to see his friend often.

"Do you still remember Zhang Pengcheng?"

Suddenly, the Master Dongfang opened his mouth, causing Wang Zhanhai's hand that had sent the message to pause for a moment.

Then, he quickly raised his head and looked at Master Dongfang. "Did you figure it out? Did you find out who killed Zhang Pengcheng? "