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"no."

Qi Ming shook his head and said: "Uncle Tian, ​​I don't allow my patient to die in my hands, but you can rest assured that I have already thought of a way to offset the pain caused by the piercing needle method, but to accomplish this, it may be necessary. For a certain period of time, you should wait patiently during this period. Don't worry, let alone overthinking. This will only affect your body and bring more uncertainty to the treatment."

"Brother Qi, what can you do?"

Tian Xiaomiao asked nervously.

"anaesthetization."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of it!"

Tian Xiaomiao slapped his forehead and suddenly realized: "As long as the injection of anesthesia, Dad will not feel pain."

Tian Xiaomiao never thought of such a simple solution, he didn't even think of it.

As long as the anesthesia injection is given, the father will fall into sleep.

Even if someone moves a knife on him, he can't feel it.

"It's not as simple as you think."

Qi Ming said bitterly: "Although the ordinary anesthesia needle can cause uncle to fall into a coma, the pain of the piercing needle can make the patient wake up in the first place. The anesthesia technique I used is from ancient times. The formula, and only this formula, can offset the pain caused by the piercing needle."

"Brother Qi, what is the name of the recipe you are talking about?"

Tian Xiaomiao was shocked again.

What kind of prescription is it? Better than the anesthesia injection used in the hospital?

"I'll tell you later."

Qi Ming thought of this method temporarily. Whether it can be realized or not, I still need to go back and study it.

In case it is difficult to produce it, if you say it in advance, it will only make the Tian family happy in vain.

"I believe Brother Qi, you must finish it as soon as possible."

Tian Xiaomiao was inexplicably happy and ran to the kitchen to cook with joy.

Qi Ming stopped Tian Xiaomiao, he wanted to go back to study medical books, and had no time to stay for dinner.

Guessing that Qi Ming studied medical books to find materials for making prescriptions, Tian Xiaomiao did not keep him for dinner.

Back home, Qi Ming rummaged through the boxes and found a hand-bound book in his travel bag.

The book is full of stains, and the white binding line has become a black lacquered pulp rope.

...

"Qi Ming, why do you look so engrossed? Isn't it that kind of unhealthy book?"

In the office of the general manager of Feihua Group, Yang Xiajiao couldn't help but curiosity in her heart, and looked up at the thread-bound book in Qi Ming's hand.

From the morning till now, for several hours, Qi Ming didn't even eat any food, and looked at the thin pamphlet in his hand without blinking.

According to Yang Xiajiao's understanding of Qi Ming, this guy is not a person who can easily calm down.

Usually, Qi Ming sits in the office, drinking tea or playing games.

When it was lunch time, Qi Ming showed even faster speed than everyone else.

The first one rushed to the cafeteria stall and filled with food from a few people.

But today, this guy was quiet and abnormal, and he didn't make a sound for several hours.

No, Qi Ming made a sound, but it was all sighs, as if he had encountered a problem.

"Ugh……"

Qi Ming sighed again, threw the booklet in his hand on the coffee table, and said: "I encountered a troublesome patient yesterday. I tried to find aids for the treatment of the disease from the book, and finally gained something."

"Oh?"

Yang Xiajiao became even more curious, got up and walked from the desk to the coffee table, bent over and picked up the booklet on it and glanced at it.

After a while, Yang Xiajiao said with a weird expression: "What book is this? Why are all ghost symbols on it?"

The text in medical books cannot be called text at all. The crooked ones are more like children's graffiti.

Yang Xiajiao's family studies are very deep. In addition to being a successful businessman, Yang Bojun is also an amateur calligrapher.

Since childhood, Yang Xiajiao often attended various calligraphy exhibitions with Yang Bojun. Yang Xiajiao knew any calligraphy genre, but he had never seen this kind of writing.

"This is Bronze."

"You actually know Jin Wen?!"

Yang Xiajiao opened her eyes wide and looked at Qi Ming in disbelief.

The gold pattern is a kind of writing that was only circulated in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. This kind of writing was carved on a bronze tripod or other bronze wares for sacrificial ceremonies.

During the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, it was at the peak of the development of slavery in our country.

Bronze inscriptions are words for praying to heaven, and only wizards can master it.

Qi Ming nodded, and said, "Is it weird that I know Jin Wen?"

"If you really know Jin Wen, why don't you go to work in the cultural relics research department?"

Yang Xiajiao secretly slandered that in today's society, there are only a handful of talents who can know Bronze inscriptions, and most of them are engaged in cultural relics and historical research.

"Let's not talk about it yet, Mr. Yang, do you know a medicinal material dealer with magical powers?"

Qi Ming didn't want to explain too much on the inscriptions, and directly stated the needs.

The kind of medicinal material he needs is not available in ordinary pharmacies.

"I can help you figure out a solution, but you have to tell me first what medicinal materials you need."

Yang Xiajiao blinked curiously, and increasingly wanted to know the main reason for Qi Ming's confusion.

"What I need is a mandala flower."

Qi Ming shrugged his shoulders and said the most important drug introduction among the prescriptions, as well as the full name of the drug.

Next, Yang Xiajiao was shocked not to let it go, and then said in a suspicious tone: "Ma Fei San does it really exist?"

"Of course, if it doesn't exist, why should I waste time here."

Qi Ming smiled bitterly: "The Ma Feisan you know should be seen in the novels of the Three Kingdoms, right?"

Yang Xiajiao nodded and said, "When I was a kid, I read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, and it said that Ma Fei San was made by Hua Tuo."

"It's so wrong."

Qi Ming shook his finger and said: "The name Ma Fei San was indeed obtained by Hua Tuo, but Ma Fei San was not his first creation. The real Ma Fei San originated in the Shang Dynasty and was developed by a shaman who sacrificed to heaven."

Qi Ming patiently asked Yang Xiajiao to popularize what is the real hell.

During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, shamans not only had to undertake the task of praying to heaven, but also acted as doctors.

The word witch doctor has been passed down since then.

The medical books belonged to Qi Ming's master, and the contents were copied from several bronze cauldrons.

The medical prescriptions on the tripod are all miraculous things that no longer exist today.

The masters removed the essence and took the essence, perfecting the secret recipe of witch doctors handed down from the Shang Dynasty.

Only the oldest Mafeisan can offset the side effects of the Penetrating Needle Method.

"There is such a thing, it's so interesting."

Yang Xiajiao was surprised, and she felt her eyes wide open.

After the shock, Yang Xiajiao took out her mobile phone as agreed and contacted friends from all walks of life, asking them to help Qi Ming find a medicinal material dealer.

"Didi di..."

After a while, Yang Xiajiao's cell phone rang.

"You send me the address now, and I will tell him."

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