"Don't tell me whether these are available or not, I'm telling you about the dignity of Chinese medicine!"
Wu Nanyou changed the topic: "When did traditional Chinese medicine require Western medicine to intervene?"
"Chinese traditional Chinese medicine never recognizes Western medicine. This is the dignity of Chinese medicine! It is also the bottom line of Chinese traditional medicine! We would rather fail to cure patients than allow this kind of Western garbage to interfere!"
"Moreover, Master Liu, what your daughter's injury needs most now is conservative treatment, not surgery. What's more, after the surgery, who can guarantee that her bone regeneration can keep up with the speed of aging and damage? If it fails, it will be a complete disaster."
There are almost no disabled people who can even walk on the ground."
"Then all my previous hard work will be in vain, and the patient's last chance of recovery will be lost!"
He also issued a hint of warning: "You'd better think it over yourself!"
"What have you done to patients before?"
Ma Wenqing suddenly asked: "Did you give them medicine?"
Liu Rushi looked at Wu Nanyou.
Liu Buyi hasn't spoken yet.
But Wu Nanyou was shocked: "What medicines there are, they are just some warming medicines to replenish the body. Do I need to report this to you?"
"wrong?"
Ma Wenqing sniffed the air, shook his head and said: "Akebia, cocklebur, Qianqianjian, and gallbladder..."
His face became more and more ugly as he said, "What on earth did you give the patient to drink? And there was even raw honey and seahorse seeds?"
Everyone around them looked confused when they heard this, because they had heard of some of the medicines Ma Wenqing mentioned. They were all common Chinese medicinal materials, many of which were tonics. Why did it come out of his mouth? His tone sounded a bit strange.
Not quite right?
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Hearing that Wu Wenqing could actually smell the aftertaste of medicinal herbs in the air with his nose, Wu Nanyou became even more angry: "I slapped you on the head, and I felt speechless, so you started to change the subject and talk about these messy things?"
What he didn't know was that Wu Wenqing had spent his whole life in the Ma's Medicine Refining Hall, and had more than 12,000 kinds of Chinese medicinal materials. Even if they were left in dregs, he could accurately tell how these medicinal materials were being cooked by just smelling them with his nose.
The previous varieties, the cooking temperature, and the matching effects, this is a well-deserved master of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is not in vain!