I have a promise with the beauty

In addition to its famous beaches, Nanyang City also has a medicinal street. Yang Qingshan went to the most famous Hua Tuo Hall. The owner was also surnamed Hua. He was known as a descendant of Hua Tuo, but how many such descendants are there in this world?

Woolen cloth.

The clerk squinted at the prescription given by Yang Qingshan. It contained the blood of six kinds of animals and used Rehmannia glutinosa as the medicine. It was really unprecedented for a prescription to be based on animal blood.

"Is there any?" Yang Qingshan waited for a long time before asking.

"Yes, but..."

The clerk was calculating how to charge the money. After all, the pharmacy sold medicinal materials, not blood, so it was really difficult to set a price.

Yang Qingshan urged twice more, and the clerk looked embarrassed. At this time, an old man with a moral integrity came out from behind.

"Ah! Boss, look at this prescription." The clerk quickly handed the prescription to the old man.

The old man was very old and had a gray beard. He put on his reading glasses and took a look. His eyes suddenly lit up. He put down his glasses and looked at Yang Qingshan carefully.

Yang Qingshan felt terrified when the old man looked at him, and said impatiently: "Have you been there? You haven't gone to another house."

"Yes." the old man said.

"That's good, hurry up and grab the medicine and wait to save people."

"Go and get the medicine. The six kinds of blood should be packed separately." The old man said to the clerk, and then he said to Yang Qingshan while drinking tea: "I am the owner of this store, Hua Yi is the same. Everyone calls me Mr. Hua, no.

Do you know where my little brother got this prescription from?"

"Mr. Hua." Yang Qingshan asked politely and doubtfully: "My old man gave me the prescription. Is there any problem?"

"No problem, this is Zhang's ancient prescription, it should be a lost magical prescription."

"That's awesome! It seems my brother is fine."

"Is there any more?" Mr. Hua said with a smile.

Yang Qingshan was cautious and did not tell the truth. His intuition told him that the prescriptions in the old man's little book were all good prescriptions and could not be disclosed casually, so he smiled and said: "This is the only one left by our ancestors."

"It's a pity. If there were more prescriptions like this, my store would be even more famous." Mr. Hua said regretfully.

Yang Qingshan smiled: "Hua Tuo Hall is already the most famous on this street, it needs to be more famous."

"Who thinks the money is too little?" Mr. Hua said with a wry smile: "To tell you the truth, a few decades ago, traditional Chinese medicine was still the main treatment method, but with the development of western medicine, the status of traditional Chinese medicine is getting lower and lower.

, this famous medicinal street is also lonely. My store is the most famous pharmacy, but look at it now, there are only a few customers."

Yang Qingshan looked around the drug store, and it was true as Mr. Hua said. There were not many customers here. There were only some elderly aunts and uncles, and young people who came with the aunts and uncles.

"This prescription is rare. I don't know what disease it is used to treat." Mr. Hua asked.

"Promotes blood circulation and stimulates menstruation."

"Oh..." Mr. Hua stroked the beard on his chin and pondered.

After waiting for a while, the clerk came back with the medicine. There were six plastic bags containing the blood of six kinds of animals, and a paper bag containing Rehmannia glutinosa. They were carefully placed in front of Yang Qingshan.

"One thousand." Mr. Hua said.

Yang Qingshan paid the money and took the medicine and left the pharmacy.

"Boss, is this really a magical prescription?" The clerk looked at Mr. Hua who was still reading the prescription and asked in a low voice.

"Well, it's a genuine magical prescription. I've put it away. Maybe I can use it later." Mr. Hua said.

Yang Qingshan went all the way back to the beach, got out of the car, and cooked medicine in the kitchen without wasting any time.

Liuwei Huoxue Decoction takes a long time to cook, and the six kinds of blood must be fresh when put into the pot. At the same time, the rehmannia glutinosa also needs special treatment. Yang Qingshan followed the explanations and tips behind the prescription and worked hard.

In the afternoon, I worked carefully until almost midnight. I quickly poured the medicinal soup into a thermos and headed to the hospital.

The little sheep's glasses have been repaired, and Xiaoliu was playing with them on the beach. When he saw Yang Qingshan holding the thermos bottle very dearly, he asked what it was.

"Let's make some medicinal soup for the glasses." Yang Qingshan smiled, stepped on the little sheep and urged Xiao Liu to start.

The wrench skills were very good, and the little sheep arrived at the hospital smoothly as if nothing had been broken.

Yang Qingshan went directly to the intensive care unit, where a nurse was checking various data on the glasses.

"Give me a moment." Yang Qingshan walked into the ward without even looking at the nurse. He pushed the nurse away and prepared to give soup to his glasses.

"What is this?" the little nurse said, staring at the thermos bottle in Yang Qingshan's hand. She glanced at Yang Qingshan's back. He was wearing a floral shirt. He must be the gangster that other nurses said. He couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear. As a result,

He stepped on Xiao Liu's foot.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The little nurse lowered her head and ran out.

"What a shabby hospital, even a nurse is in a panic." Xiao Liu said unhappily.

"It's not you yet, you have a toothpick in your mouth." Yang Qingshan said.

Yang Qingshan wanted to lift the glasses up, but there was a breathing mask and intubation on the glasses, so Yang Qingshan didn't know what to do.

"Um...what are you going to do?" The little nurse did not leave the ward far away. Instead, she hid outside the ward and asked in a low voice. Her voice was as low as a mosquito. Even Xiao Liu, who was standing not far from her, couldn't hear clearly.

But Yang Qingshan was clearly far away, but he could hear it clearly.

"Give me some medicinal soup."

"The patient is going to have a craniotomy tomorrow. He probably can't drink soup now. He needs to ask the attending doctor."

"It's not a soup, it's a medicinal soup. Drinking it will be beneficial, this old prescription."

Xiaoliu rubbed his head and looked at Yang Qingshan talking to himself, and asked curiously: "Brother, who are you talking to?"

"Nurse, she won't let me feed her soup." Yang Qingshan turned around and said, then he realized that the little nurse was standing outside the door, looking at him dumbfounded.

"No, I only heard the mosquitoes chirping. Why didn't I hear what the little nurse said and was standing outside the door? Could it be that they have the legendary telepathy?" Xiao Liu looked at Yang Qingshan and the little nurse with strange eyes, and his eyes became more and more intense.

ambiguous.

"Don't interrupt." Yang Qingshan said to Xiaoliu with a serious face, and then asked the little nurse to come in to help, but the little nurse stood outside the door motionless, looking very scared.

"Brother is not a bad person." Yang Qingshan came over and said, the flip-flops on his feet dragging on the ground, making a rustling sound.

"Um...the patient can't eat now." The young nurse protected her chest with her hands and still said in a low voice.

"I told you, it's for soup, not food." Yang Qingshan smiled and stretched out his hand to pull the nurse into the ward.

"Ah! What do you want to do? No, no, I don't do that kind of thing, I'm just a trainee nurse." The little nurse said with tears in her eyes, remembering some rumors about the intensive care unit in the hospital, and she refused to obey.

Holding on to the door frame.

"You have to come in to help. Is it the nurse's responsibility to stand outside?" Yang Qingshan said unhappily. He was worried that the medicine soup would get cold, so he forcefully pulled the nurse into the ward. Xiao Liu also opened the door to the ward.

Closed.

All this was seen by Director Zhao who was hiding in the corner of the corridor. He quietly went to the bathroom and reported the situation.

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers