As a result, he went out to relieve himself, and when he came back, he saw Su Jian holding the herbs he had brought so hard and chewing them like radishes.
"Teacher Fang, I washed one for you too. Eat it quickly while it still has a sweet taste."
"What are you doing? Spit it out quickly. If you want to die, don't die here with me."
After taking the uneaten root pieces from her mouth, he went to the kitchen behind to find water and forced it to pour into Su Jian's mouth.
"Teacher Fang, shouldn't you take that herb while it's fresh? After it's dried, its medicinal properties will disappear completely, and it's no different from weeds."
"That's nonsense, who did you listen to?"
Su Jian got up, ran to his library, and soon came out with an ancient book with a yellowed cover.
"It says here."
The papers were well preserved, but in Su Jian's heart, the value of these books was far greater than the ten piles of herbs on the ground. She took out a pair of white gloves from her pocket, put them on, and opened them carefully.
"Look, isn't it?"
"..."
The room was so quiet that you could hear needles dropping. For a long time, Fang Yong coughed and touched his nose to hide his inner embarrassment.
"That's right, you should eat it all."
Su Jian shook her head in fright, "You can eat one, but if you take too many, I will be a blood gourd when I wake up tomorrow morning. My blood is very precious."
Humph! I haven’t been lied to yet. Fang Yong’s face was unhappy, but his heart felt completely different.
The last time he was deflated, it was given to him by Zhongli. Why is the "back wave" so powerful now? Everyone wants to slap him on the beach?
He simply acted as a hands-off shopkeeper, lying on the hospital bed with his legs crossed and leisurely listening to Semiconductor, babbling and singing along with the Peking Opera.
"Teacher Fang, you brought these medicinal materials back, are you planning to sell them?"
"Are you obsessed with money at such a young age?" Fang Yong scolded her, but his tone was a bit doting. When he realized it, he was shocked.
"Tell me, which medicinal herbs are most effective in treating malaria?"
Su Jian looked at him and said, "Teacher Fang, just use artemisinin, a medicinal material called Artemisia annua."
"Humph, this is too simple. Everyone knows that I am teasing you on purpose."
When the semiconductor was pressed down with a "pop" sound, Fang Yong seemed unhappy and turned his back to her.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.
Her heart gradually began to stir. Based on his age, could Fang Yong be from that team?
Song Ze said that Fang Yong had offended someone in the capital and had no choice but to leave the National Association Hospital and become a traveling barefoot doctor.
His collection of books was mailed here in several batches. It is said that many were lost on the way. How could one person collect hundreds of documents with great reference value and collection value with his own strength?
When he was there, the clinic never closed, it was always a secret.
When he left, it was locked with an ordinary iron lock that could be picked open with a piece of wire.
If she guessed it, does Fang Yong represent justice or evil?
After sorting the medicines, it was already early in the morning. City heating is at its worst at this time. The room temperature suddenly dropped to 12 or 13 degrees Celsius, making the human body feel very uncomfortable.
Su Jian covered Fang Yong with a duvet.
After silently cleaning the house, she went to a hospital bed in the corner and lay down, her little body curled up, and she fell asleep after a while.
When she woke up, there were people walking outside, the duvet was covered on her, and Fang Yong was nowhere to be found.
After making breakfast, Fang Yong hadn't come back yet. After finishing her breakfast, she left a note on the table.
The canteen at the school gate has been given to a middle-aged couple. The man has severe bronchitis, and his lungs are almost broken by his coughing.
No one answered the phone at Zhongli's dormitory. It was strange. This was a unique thing.