It was a heavy night when I saw it, and the drizzle kept drizzling.
At this time, we basically entered deep sleep. There were only a small number of lights in the hospital corridor, which were hazy and unreal.
Zhang Yiming sat on the bench, staring at the door of the ICU ward intently, and asked the Immortal Lord over and over again in his mind. Finally, his hard work paid off, and the Immortal Lord finally responded.
"Are you annoyed, stinky brat? I'm very weak? This is the prescription for Bingjing Yubiao Paste. Don't bother me anymore."
"Thank you!"
After Zhang Yiming read the prescription, his mind sank. With his current financial resources, he could not get all these medicinal materials at all, not to mention that some medicinal materials are still very precious.
The more I thought about it, the more anxious I got up, and I stood up and paced back and forth, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed.
He slapped his forehead and murmured to himself:
"Yes, look for her."
Take out your cell phone and make a call.
"I am Zhang Yiming."
It seemed that after a while the other end of the phone, it seemed that it would be realized and responded in a daze:
"Zhang Yiming, is there anything wrong with me so late?"
Yang Shuli answered the phone sleepyly.
Zhang Yiming said straight to the point:
"I have an ancient palace secret recipe here. Do you want it?"
Yang Shuli was shocked and drowsy. She was about to agree, and asked thoughtfully:
"What are your conditions?"
Zhang Yiming likes such smart people and said bluntly:
"I can give you the prescription, but I need you to provide me with all the medicinal materials on the prescription for free."
Yang Shuli's voice suddenly increased to a height.
"Do you have no other conditions?"
Zhang Yiming answered seriously.
"No, but the medicinal materials I request must ensure the efficacy and quality of the medicine. Artificial breeding is not good, and I am very anxious. I need it at dawn."
Yang Shuli thought about it carefully and agreed firmly.
"No problem, send me the prescription."
Zhang Yiming hung up the phone, edited the needed medicinal materials as quickly as possible, and sent it out.
However, there is a medicine in this prescription that cannot be bought even with money and has rootless water.
Taoism believes that "water" is given to all things by heaven, and rootless water is considered to be the best water because it does not touch the ground and is not polluted by all things. It also contains huge spiritual energy of heaven and earth, used to refine ice and jade bones.
The cream is the most suitable.
How can I get it? By the way!
A kind of rootless water, Baihua Dew, is taken from the dew drops falling on flowers in the morning. Isn’t it the most suitable rootless water?
My eyes looked out the window. It was just the time when it was dark. I took out my phone before three o'clock in the morning, and the time was still ready.
By navigating the location of the flowerbed by mobile phones, Zhang Yiming drove away from the hospital in a hurry.
...
In the suburbs of Haicheng, in large flower gardens.
Zhang Yiming looked at the flowers blooming in front of him and was in trouble. He only had one hour to collect dew. When the sun rose, the dew would evaporate, but even if he had ten hands, he could not operate it.
Thinking of this, I hurried to find the person in charge of the flower garden.
"Call all your workers."
The person in charge asked in a daze.
"What are you doing? It has not yet been sold to the public, so who are you?"
Zhang Yiming said solemnly:
"I don't pick flowers. I need to find workers to collect flower dew. Money is not a problem. You can offer a price."
The person in charge glanced at Zhang Yiming up and down, and said with a corner of his mouth:
"The labor fee is 200 per day, but your time is early in the morning, and the minimum is 500 per person."
"The transaction is fast, and it must be collected within an hour!"
All the employees of the flower garden were found, with a total of more than 20 people. After swiping the card to pay, each of them took a mineral water bottle and began to collect flower dew carefully.
There are many people and great power, and the collection work is very fast. However, the sun is rising and there is only one hour, racing against time, time does not wait for people.
About five o'clock in the morning.
The temperature rises and the dew is evaporated, making it difficult to collect a drop of dew.
Zhang Yiming and the workers gathered together to gather the dew collected by everyone, which was about 250 liters.
He didn't dare to delay and hurried to the hospital.
...
8 am.
In the senior special care unit.
Guan Xinci's face was pale, and the bandages were wrapped around her body, and her expression was dull.
The old expert wearing glasses and gray hair said earnestly.
"Miss Guan, you are fortunately not in danger of your life, but with the current medical methods, there is no way to do this scar."
He glanced at Guan Xinci's reaction and said:
"The most effective treatment is skin grafting."
"But without proper skin, there is no surgery."
Guan Xinci looked at the old expert's mouth opening and closing, and her mind was blank. She only knew that her body was covered with scars now.
Ugly, hideous, crooked scars!
"Ms. Guan, Miss. Guan!"
Guan Xinci came back from confusion, and his voice turned from small to large shouted:
"Get out, you guys get out, get out quickly!"
"Calm down, you calm down."
Experts and medical staff knew that the patient could not accept it for the time being, so they had no choice but to withdraw from the ward.
The medical staff shook their heads one after another. Just as they were about to leave, they almost got into a mess with someone.
It was Zhang Yiming who rushed over.
"Patient's family, go in and calm the patient's emotions. Too much extreme will also affect recovery."
"Know."
Zhang Yiming and the doctors intersected and entered the ward.
Guan Xinci was still furious and shouted in anger:
"You go out, I don't want to see you, get out!"
Zhang Yiming did not leave, but took a chair and sat silently in front of the bed of Jingci. He looked at Jingci with a caring look, without saying a word, and took a tissue to gently wipe her tears.
The care and kindness were extremely bad, and he cried in a very collapse.
"Destroyed, everything about me is ruined...Woooo..."
Time passed by minute by minute, about 30 minutes later.
Zhang Yiming and others were almost worried about Ci's venting, and then they said:
"You calmed down? Listen to me."
Guanxinci closed his eyes discouragedly and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.
Zhang Yiming said slowly and firmly.
"Your injury is actually easy to solve. I know a secret recipe for ancient courts called Bingjing Yubiao Paste."
"This ointment was originally used for frontier soldiers. They marched and fought to treat external injuries. They could quickly heal after applying it, and there would be no scars left."
After pausing, he said:
"Later it was regarded as a royal special purpose, not only a healing medicine, but also as a beauty and skin care product for the concubines."
"So you don't have to worry about the scars on your body. With this medicine, I can also restore you to the same old age, even better than your previous skin."
After listening to Guan Xinci, his beautiful eyes gradually regained their spirits. He looked at Zhang Yiming with hope and asked hoarsely:
"Are you saying true?"
Zhang Yiming did not answer, but stood up and collected the tissue that Guan Xinci had just wiped tears.
Take out a small bottle from your pocket and squeeze the tears from the tissue into the small bottle.
Guanxinci is very confused.
"What are you doing? Why don't you answer my question?"
Zhang Yiming stopped the movements in his hand, slowly closed the bottle cap, and put it back in his pocket.
Looking straight at the caring and caring charity:
"Am I lie to you for such a thing?"
"I'll go to refine medicine now. Do you want to go with me? Witness it with your own eyes!"
Guan Xinci really wants to watch, but he is covered in bandages and still has serious injuries that have not healed. How can I go!
He replied angrily:
"You are a funny guy sent by monkeys, you're just angry with me. How can I do this?"
Zhang Yiming said with a smile.
"I don't know whether a monkey is a monkey, but I must be the angel sent by God to save you!"
Before Guan Xinci got angry, he hurriedly said.
"You are waiting for me to come back in the hospital to heal your wounds and remove scars."