Supreme Medicinal God

"Ye Feng, sorry, I just blamed you, I apologize to you!"

After hesitating for a long time, Zeng Qipei finally chose to apologize to Ye Feng.

But at the same time as the apology was spoken, his eyes were so angry that his face was tingling.

He has been a doctor for many years and is in a high position. He has only been asked by others. He has bowed his head. Why did he bow his head to other people, not to mention such a young boy.

"Remember later, you have no knowledge, don't think that what others have done is wrong!"

Ye Feng spoke lightly, then took the medicine pack to the casserole and began to decoction.

Zeng Qipei was staring at Ye Feng's back, and he wished he could rush up like a tiger, tearing this kid who had scolded himself into pieces into pieces.

"After the Yangtze, the waves are pushing forward, and it seems that it is always impossible to disobey..."

Li Feifan saw Zeng Qipei's expression and smiled disdainfully. Then he complimented Tu Cangcang: "Grasping the medicine by hand can be as accurate as the scale. Principal Tu, you student really opened my eyes today!"

Tu Cangchang smiled and shook his head, but his eyes were also full of strange eyes.

She did not expect that Ye Feng's feel was so good.

"It's incredible!"

"Grabbing the medicine by hand, the accuracy is not worse than the scale. Is this guy a human or a monster?"

Not only them, but also the netizens who were watching the live broadcast also admired repeatedly, expressing their shock with a barrage like a rainstorm.

But Ye Feng didn't notice these things. After approaching the casserole, he devoted himself to the decoction.

Decoction seems to be very simple, but for Chinese medicine, it is actually a crucial part.

Because whether the medicine can work and whether it can exert its maximum effect is all in the mind of the decoction person.

Just like cooking, decoction must grasp the heat and time. There are strict requirements for how long to cook on a high fire, how long to cook on a slow fire, and how long to cook on a low fire.Even if there is only a slight error, it will greatly reduce the efficacy of the drug.

"What is he doing?"

But after waiting for a while, Li Feifan suddenly looked at Ye Feng in amazement.

I saw Ye Feng boiled the soup for half an hour with a fierce fire. After the soup turned yellow-brown, he picked up the casserole and covered it with straw paper to filter out the dross in the liquid, leaving only half of the bowl clean. Liquid medicine.

And after finishing this step, he did not give the medicine to the small patient as everyone expected, but after cleaning the casserole, he poured the medicine back into the casserole and slowly tormented with a slow fire .

Returning the cooked medicine to the oven and re-boiling it, even Li Feifan has never seen it.

"He seems to want to concentrate the medicine soup, but the medicine soup is only half a bowl. If it is concentrated, what will be concentrated?"

Tu Cangcang looked at Ye Feng doubtfully, and did not understand the reason why he was doing this at the moment.

At the same time, Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang have also begun to cook herbs. The movements of both of them are extremely neat, without muddy water, and the mastery of firepower. The students who watched the battle yelled.

Especially those players who have failed, even more praise, no matter whether they are willing or not, they must admit that those who can enter the top three are indeed not waiting for idlers, and their strength is much higher than them.

Half an hour later, the decoction of the medicine soup finally came to an end.

Mo Tianshu's final product is a bowl of dark, oily soup that looks extremely deep and oily; Xu Liang's medicine soup is not as dark as Motianshu's medicine, but it also has an oily luster.

Looking at the medicine soup brought out by the two, Tu Cangcang, Li Feifan and Zeng Qipei suddenly nodded slightly.

Whether the soup is boiled successfully, the brightness of the soup color is the easiest way to check.

The more successful the medicinal soup is, the clearer and stronger it will be, and there will be an oily light flashing. As for the failed soup, the soup is turbid, and the yellow bragging is not a little shiny.

After seeing Ye Feng's medicine soup, the expressions of the three people became strange. As for Mo Tianshu, he couldn't help but laugh with his head back, and then satirized Ye Feng: "This is what you cook 'S medicine soup?"

When it comes to the word'soup', he also deliberately increased his tone.

Because what Ye Feng boiled out was not a soup at all, but a black paste.

What do you think of that stuff, and why can't people be connected with the medicine soup? It's more like a big medicine residue.

If you look at it with light and luster alone, the loaf that Ye Feng brought out is a thousand and eighty miles worse than Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang.

"As the saying goes, it's out of luck. Among the golden jade, my medicine soup looks bad, but the effect is absolutely not bad."

Ye Feng smiled faintly, a confident look.

"Besides the defeat, the golden jade among them? Are you saying the opposite?"

Zeng Qipei was worried that he couldn't find a chance to hit Ye Feng. Hearing this, he immediately sneered and sneered.

"If you are going to use this remark to comment on the other two players' medicine soup, then I agree with you."

Ye Feng shrugged indifferently and nodded deeply.

"you……"

The intention was misinterpreted by Ye Feng, and Zeng Qipei gave a stern expression, sneeringly said: "I am talking about you, you this medicine soup, I think it is not only the failure, but also the failure!"

"If you try, you will know." Ye Feng touched his nose with a big thorn.

"Okay!" Zeng Qipei was preparing to refute, but Tu Cangcang interrupted his words, saying: "The medicine is used to save people, not the beauty pageant, we can say whether the medicine soup is effective, or let the patient's condition come. Speak!"

Zeng Qipei snorted coldly and didn't speak again, but he was ready to read the expression of the joke.

It is absolutely more difficult to let a three- or four-year-old child take medicine, especially to drink a large bowl of soup medicine, than to insert a needle.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was there. After playing a magic trick that made the table disappear out of thin air and appeared out of thin air, the three little guys obediently took medicine.

But unlike the other two guys holding a big bowl and frowning and drinking medicine, the little patient diagnosed and treated by Ye Feng was like pinching a piece of sugar cake, pinching the black creamy soup Call one break up.

"Mother, medicine is not bitter, medicine is sweet!"

Not only that, he flew at the mother behind him while eating.

Huh, it's always a good medicine that bites the mouth and benefits the disease. Even if the sweet medicine is refreshing, what use is it!

Zeng Qipei smiled disdainfully and waited quietly to see how the three little patients took the medicine.

vomit!

It didn't take long for the medicinal soup to lie down, and Xu Liang's little patient's complexion became difficult to see. He opened his mouth and wowed and spit out the bowl of medicinal soup that had just been drunk.

"Xu Liang, fail!"

Seeing this scene, Tu Cangchang sighed and announced the result slowly.

Medicine is not fake for treating illnesses and saving people, but it must also allow patients to drink.

Xu Liang's medicine seems to be the right medicine, but unfortunately he did not consider that the patient was only a three or four-year-old child, the medicine soup was too bitter, and the small patient could not drink it at all, how can he cure the disease? effect……

(End of this chapter)