Supreme Medicinal God

(Girls literature) Interesting?

Zhao Rihua shook his head helplessly, Wang's famous soup, but in Ye Feng's mouth, it became a bit interesting.

"Ye Feng, you don't want to sell it anymore. Did you taste anything?"

Not to mention Zhao Rihua, Jiang Yixue's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

After Zhao Rihua failed their analysis in the laboratory, she once asked the workers in the factory to pay attention to what medicines Wang Wang used.

But it is a pity that the Wang family is very cautious. One of the most critical production lines does not allow people other than the Wang family to enter.

"No……"

Ye Feng said lightly.

In a word, Jiang Yixue suddenly felt discouraged.

Zhao Rihua also had a complex expression, not only regretting that Ye Feng hadn't tasted it, but also felt a loss of happiness.

If he didn't detect it with precision instruments, but Ye Feng tasted it with his mouth, then he would really have no face to see people.

"No course is impossible..."

But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly complemented the words with a smile, and then played with the taste: "It's just a dose of soup, and it's not a god, nothing can't taste."

He tasted it?!

Zhao Rihua's eyes widened sharply, staring closely at Ye Feng.

"Dead guy, you know I'm playing..."

Jiang Yixue threw Ye Feng's shoulders angrily and joyfully, and then said: "Hurry up and let Professor Zhao compare their research results and see if they are right."

"How can the prescription be written, it must be written..." Ye Feng shook his head silently.

What is the prescription, the prescription is to write on paper.

"Dead guy, there is still a lot of attention..."

Jiang Yixue glared at Ye Feng, and then only took him and Zhao Rihua into the office.

Looking at the backs of the three, the graduates of Tongren Medical University looked envious.

Jiang Yixue's president's office, only a few people in Tianyuan Group can enter.

Those people, without exception, are those who have made contributions to the Tianyuan Group like Zhao Rihua, and the youngest have to rely on forty.

But now their eighteen-year-old elementary school brother is already among this group.

Before and after walking to the desk, Ye Feng swept the circle on the table, then picked up a writing brush used by Jiang Yixue to copy the Buddhist scriptures for meditation, and a Beijing Morning News yesterday.

For Ye Feng, although the recipe for Wang's Yiwu Tang is to be written on paper, this recipe is not worth writing on clean paper. A scrap of yesterday's newspaper is enough!

Just lifted his wrist, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted by Ye Feng.

How to write the words and not to mention, the posture alone has a different kind of beauty. The writing is like a whirlwind of showers, which changes freely, and Wang Yang is arrogant. It makes people feel like there are winds and rains in his writing at the moment.

"All right……"

After a few strokes, Ye Feng inserted the pen back into the pen holder and handed the newspaper to Zhao Rihua.

After Zhao Rihua wiped his sweat with his hands against his pants, as if holding a heavy stone, his hands were shaking and he took the newspaper carefully.

It's not that he couldn't even hold a piece of paper, but that this thin piece of paper was written with the prescription of Wang's Yiwu Tang, the secret and undisputed effort of several generations of the Wang family.

In terms of the money that the Wang family earned from Wang's soup, if Ye Feng wrote it as true, then this newspaper is an uncompromising gift of gold.

"Good word!"

Sweeping in the newspaper, Zhao Rihua raised his head in shock and looked at Ye Feng with heartfelt admiration: "If you take this hand earlier, you can call it a sage of Zhang Sheng, Zhang San, who can be called the crazy grass of a generation. Let me belittle you."

Ye Feng smiled, and besides teaching him medical skills, the old man had also taught him many other things.

Jiang Yixue could not help but take a breath after glancing at the newspaper.

She has practiced calligraphy, and can see whether it is good or bad. As far as she feels, Ye Feng's wild grass, even if it was taken to participate in the Zhong You Award, should not be a problem to return with a gold cup.

"Scutellaria baicalensis, Coptis chinensis, turmeric, mountain gardenia, ground bone skin, lamp heart, gentian..."

At this moment, Zhao Rihua also wrote Ye Feng's prescription in the newspaper, and read it out word by word.

The more he reads, the more excited the expression on his face is.

Every medicine written by Ye Feng is exactly the same as what he analyzed through the instrument.

This result even made him wonder whether Ye Feng was a human or a robot.

"Honey ginger..."

In shock and excitement, Zhao Rihua slowly read out the last medicine on the Wang Yi Yiwu soup written by Ye Feng.

After a brief word exit, his hands clenched suddenly, his fingers squeezed through the newspaper as if he were unconscious.

The so-called honey ginger is ginger prepared by pickling with honey.

And this medicine is precisely what they did not detect in the laboratory instruments.

Or is it the blind medicine they detect wrong?

Because what they detected was honey, not honey ginger!

"Yes, it's honey ginger."

Ye Feng nodded and smiled, then said: "This is also the most interesting part of Wang's Yiwu Tang. This recipe, its practical ginger is fine. But the Wang family deliberately used ginger first. The honey is processed to neutralize the spiciness of ginger while retaining its medicinal properties."

Holding the newspaper, Zhao Rihua was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

The more research he has done in the past two years, the more he is curious about Wang's Yiwu Tang, and he wants to know what kind of formula exactly makes Wang's Yiwu Tang so effective.

But no matter how he analyzes and tests, there are always shortcomings.

But now, Ye Feng restores the prescription of Wang's Yiwu Decoction by taste alone.

What kind of tongue is this to have a taste that is so powerful that even precision instruments can't match?

Suddenly, Zhao Rihua moved his heart, remembering an extremely old legend, staring up at Ye Feng in shock, unable to channel:

"God tongue! Are you the legendary god tongue?!"

Jiang Yixue suddenly looked at each other and looked puzzled.

Although she has never studied medicine, but as the saying goes, she has been ill for a long time, and the reason why Tianyuan Group is involved in the pharmaceutical industry, she has also heard some medical terms more or less. Words, she was unheard of.

Not only her, but Ye Feng also has some monks who can’t figure out what to know.

"You do not know?"

Seeing Ye Feng's doubts all over her face, Zhao Rihua was shocked, and then smiled bitterly to explain--

"The so-called god tongue is a very old legend in traditional Chinese medicine. It is said that it originated from Shennong. People who possess the god tongue do not need any other auxiliary means, and can judge the medicinal materials with only one tongue. Medicinal effects, ingredients..."

"When someone told me about this, I thought it was absurd, but I didn't expect it to be a legend. In this world, there really are people with god tongues..."

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