Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 792

"I know."

Hao Feng suppressed his smile, nodded vigorously, and said, "But there is no way out. The development of drugs is a long process. Since Dr. Zhao said he has a way, what we have to do now is to continue to wait for him. return."

The leader in charge didn't say a word, and he knew clearly in his heart that what Hao Feng said was not wrong. Right now, it is very unrealistic to count on that liar "Professor Paul" who can only talk about it.

Hao Feng's phone rang.

He glanced at the number, his face was filled with joy immediately, he stood up excitedly and said, "It's Dr. Zhao!"

"Come on!"

Hearing this, the leader in charge cheered up immediately.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao."

After Hao Feng picked it up, he said respectfully.

"Hao Ting, I'm back, where are you?"

While Zhao Yifan was speaking, he had already arrived at the gate of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, his consciousness was released, and the scene inside the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine was all vividly remembered, and he "seeed" where Hao Feng was in an instant. Of course, he also saw But still in the laboratory, alone with the hapless Lawrence who was quarantined.

This made Zhao Yifan feel a little strange and confused - because when he left before, Lawrence was fine and nothing happened.

"I'm in the school conference room."

Hao Feng said quickly: "Mr. Zhao, where are you? I'll go find you."

"No, I know where you are, I'll be right there."

After Zhao Yifan finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, his figure flickered a few times, and appeared at the door of the conference room like a ghost.

"How does Teacher Zhao know where I am?"

Hao Feng hadn't finished this thought when he saw the door of the conference room being pushed open, and Zhao Yifan appeared in front of him.

Hao Feng was taken aback for a moment, and then he was overjoyed and said: "Mr. Zhao, you are back."

"Ah."

Zhao Yifan nodded, stopped Hao Feng from continuing to chat, and said, "Hao Ting, you come with me, by the way, let people prepare some medicinal materials right now, [-] catties of rhino horn and [-] catties of honeysuckle... ..." He read a bunch of Chinese medicine names, and Hao Feng immediately took out his notebook and recorded them.

The more Hao Feng heard it, the more startled he became. It's not that these herbs are very rare, on the contrary, these herbs are very common.

just.

According to traditional Chinese medicine.

The amount of this medicinal material is too much, right?

There are so many that Hao Feng feels that it can only be described as exaggerated and outrageous.

"...Okay, that's all."

Zhao Yifan stopped after saying the names of more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials in one breath, looked at Hao Feng and asked, "Have you written them all down?"

"Ah."

Hao Feng nodded, looked at the ingredients recorded in the notebook, smacked his lips, and couldn't help asking in his heart: "Mr. Zhao, why do we need so many ingredients? Does one prescription need so many ingredients?"

"Who said it was a medicinal material?"

Zhao Yifan asked back.

"What do you mean?"

Hao Feng was taken aback.

Zhao Yifan thought about it for a while, and understood what Hao Feng was thinking. He couldn't help laughing immediately, and said, "I didn't make it clear just now. If these medicinal materials add up, almost all of them can be cured. That's right."

Zhao Yifan remembered something and asked curiously, "What happened to that Lawrence? Why was he also infected?"

Right now there are only Zhao Yifan and Hao Feng, so Hao Feng did not lie, and said with a smile: "I taught him a little lesson..." As he spoke, he told the story of what happened before. Zhao Yifan.

After Zhao Yifan finished listening, he couldn't help but smile, shook his head and said, "This can be regarded as a little lesson for them."

"That's what I think, Mr. Zhao."

Hao Feng nodded and said, "Both Lawrence and Professor Paul came here with no good intentions at all. They just took advantage of the fire and came here. They really think that we Chinese are fools. Let them play tricks on us? Play tricks on us." , they are still a little too tender."

On the other side, following Hao Feng's call, a group of people immediately took action.

"Do you have honeysuckle medicinal materials? Yes? Okay, how many? Send them all to the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine..."

Similar calls kept ringing.

Not long after, several cars pulling various medicinal materials drove into the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Zhao Yifan and Hao Feng stood at the door of the warehouse, watching the staff unload all the medicinal materials.

With the rapid development of the disease, there are few people in the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine at the moment, so Hao Feng can only go to the battle in person, and help unload the medicinal materials from the car with the staff.

Professor Paul hadn't left yet. After hearing the news, he hurried over and stood aside, observing how Zhao Yifan planned to "refine medicine" next.

That's right.

In the eyes of Professor Paul, Chinese medicine is purely a witch doctor. Basically, it is the same as the doctors in the primitive tribes on the African continent.

Although in recent years, acupuncture and moxibustion of traditional Chinese medicine have been promoted to a certain extent internationally.

But Chinese medicine, to put it bluntly, foreigners still don't believe it.

Because in a prescription of traditional Chinese medicine, there are as few as five or six ignorant medicinal materials, and as many as a dozen or so medicinal materials. These medicinal materials are mixed together to make a medicine, but the problem arises, among so many medicinal materials, what kind of medicinal material is it? Did the disease play a role?

at this point.

Many Chinese medicine doctors can't tell!
They are also prescribed according to the medicines in the Chinese Pharmacopoeia.

Squeezing the Nether Grass in his pocket, Zhao Yifan couldn't help but feel distressed when he thought of the precious medicine field in the Kunlun Secret Realm that had been completely destroyed by the right protector, and sighed softly.

This look and demeanor fell in the eyes of Professor Paul, and he was immediately misunderstood by him - in his opinion, Zhao Yifan must have no confidence in this!That's why it showed up like this.

Although there were ready-made medicine boiling vessels in the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhao Yifan gave up after looking at them a few times.

Because those utensils are really too small, it is okay to cook medicine for one person or several people.

But right now, it is necessary to brew medicine for hundreds, or even thousands of people, so these utensils are naturally worthless.

The main thing is.

Zhao Yifan finds it troublesome, and it will take some time to cook.

The best way, of course, is to make a quick decision.

From the outbreak to Zhao Yifan's return, it has been almost a week, and it cannot be delayed any longer!

"We need to find some pots."

After Zhao Yifan looked around in the laboratory, he turned and said to Hao Feng.

Hao Feng said to the staff who delivered the medicine just now: "Is there any way to find some pots?" After a pause, he looked at Zhao Yifan and asked, "By the way, Mr. Zhao, how big a pot do you want?"

"It's the kind of big pot used in the cafeteria."

Zhao Yifan said something casually.

Hao Feng's heart moved when he heard the words, and he said with a smile: "Otherwise, how about going directly to the cafeteria of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

"good idea."

Zhao Yifan nodded and said with a smile, "Why didn't I think of that."

"You are a nobleman who forgets things."

Hao Feng said something hastily.

So, a group of people came to the back kitchen of the cafeteria of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Looking at the large pots on the stove, Zhao Yifan nodded in satisfaction and said, "This thing is good."

"Mr. Zhao, I'll help you light the fire."

Hao Feng volunteered and said.

(End of this chapter)