Jiang Hao took the medicine and, out of caution, opened the bags of medicine in front of the old man.
I grabbed a little from each bag of medicine, put it under my nose and sniffed it, and then tasted it at the tip of my tongue.
Well, no problem. Although the medicinal properties are not high-quality products, they are still OK.
Nodding, Jiang Hao said, "Thank you, boss, how much does it cost?"
"No hurry, look at the little brother who seems to be proficient in some pharmacology?"
"Uh?" Jiang Hao didn't expect that the old man suddenly said this, paused slightly, and replied:
"Understand."
"If you can distinguish medicine with your bare hands, you can know the quality of these medicinal materials and the ability of ordinary apprentices. It is impossible for ordinary apprentices to do it for three to five years."
The old man laughed, but with this technique, it was not a simple understanding.
"The boss is too good. The younger generation has just learned some superficial knowledge. I can't praise you. By the way, how much does these medicines cost?"
Jiang Hao didn't want to argue with this old man, he just wanted to get the medicine as soon as possible, and then go back to make medicinal food, and go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables later. Time is very precious.
"No hurry, my little brother is very young. Are you a medical student?"
No hurry to you sister!
Jiang Hao was really anxious, as if he could see that the old man seemed to have something to do, but he was deliberately chatting about family matters and going around in circles.
So Jiang Hao said straight: "The boss may as well say something."
"Oh, hehe, little brother is really impatient, so I won't go around the circle. Did your teacher tell me this prescription?"
The old man smiled awkwardly and finally expressed his purpose.
Jiang Hao was stunned. It turned out that the problem was the prescription.
This is also something he ignored. I just don’t know why, wasn’t my prescription still in the hands of a young clerk just now, so why did he run into his hands?
For a moment, Jiang Hao didn't understand what was going on, so he casually said: "Yes, it was my teacher who prescribed it. Is there any problem with the prescription?"
"There is no problem with the prescription. On the contrary, this prescription is prescribed well and has a lot of ideas for taking medicine. Your teacher must be a master of traditional Chinese medicine. I don't know if I can recommend it to me. I want to communicate with your teacher."
"this……"
Let’s communicate with me. My teacher is in the game. You can’t get in and she can’t get out. How do you communicate?
However, Jiang Hao couldn't explain this kind of thing to others, so he had to hesitate.
"Is it rare for little brother?"
"The teacher is too far away from this, so it is not convenient to communicate, otherwise let it go."
"Hey, how can I forget it? If modern Chinese medicine wants to develop, it can only be constantly communicated. It is not advisable to build a car behind closed doors. Not to mention it is too far away, even if you fly around the world, you will be quick."
“…”
Why is this old man so stubborn? Can't he hear it after rejecting him again and again? Or is he deliberately pretending not to hear it?
I was so annoyed that Jiang Hao suddenly thought of the best candidate in his mind. Don’t you want to communicate with traditional Chinese medicine?
There is a very suitable candidate. I introduced it to him by myself. The Chinese medicine doctor should be able to deal with him.
That’s right, that person is Professor Wen Xuejiang, the vice president of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine, who Jiang Hao met on the high-speed rail.
His level should be more than enough to deal with this inconspicuous old man.
"My teacher is the vice president of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Nan Provincial Medical College. His name is Wen Xuejiang. He is usually busy, so I don't know if I have time..."
"Professor Wen's student?"
Want to suffer!
Jiang Hao was speaking vigorously, but the old man's sudden words suffocated the air.
Judging from his tone, why does it seem like he knows Wen Xuejiang?
This world is too small, right?
Are the current professors and deans worth nothing? Can anyone know him at will? And it seems that they are quite familiar.
"Which class are you from? Why haven't I met you? No, no, you shouldn't be his student, otherwise how could you not know me?"
What is embarrassment?
This is called embarrassment. Just telling a lie, you will be slapped in the face.
Then the old man said:
"I am an honorary professor at Nan Provincial Medical College. My surname is Chen. I occasionally took two classes. Wouldn't you really not know me, right?"
For a moment, Jiang Hao had some difficulty stepping down:
"That, maybe a misunderstanding, I am not a student of Southern Medical College, and I was lucky enough to study with him for a while."
Indeed, after studying on the high-speed rail for a while, less than half an hour is considered... right?
"Oh! So that's it. It seems that this old Wen didn't know where he got another prescription, but he actually kept it privately. If I hadn't discovered it, I wouldn't know when I would tell me."
While muttering to himself, Professor Chen took out the phone and dialed it directly.
Jiang Hao regrets it. You have to know that the result will be like this, so he will not tell this lie. It is really a lie. It depends on ten lies to overcome it. But the key to the problem is not this, but it is exposed on the spot.
"You wait and call."
Jiang Hao hurriedly stopped him. After all, this prescription has nothing to do with Wen Xuejiang. Why did you call to verify it? It's too uneasy to play cards.
"It's clear, wait a moment, hey, Lao Wen, you're not kind!"
"Why am I not kind? Don't swear."
Professor Chen’s phone receiver is quite loud, so Jiang Hao can clearly hear the sound on the other end of the phone.
That familiar voice, who else could be there if it wasn't for Wen Xuejiang.
"You said you have a new prescription, why don't you know how to share it with me? The recipe I found in an ancient book last time was the first to study for everyone."
"Why can't I understand what you're talking about? When will I have a new prescription?"
Wen Xuejiang was puzzled by this phone call and didn't know what kind of nerves his friend was getting.
"Your student took your prescription to get medicine, but I didn't expect that I was caught in a positive shape..."
"Wait, wait, my student? Who are you?"
"Call... by the way, little brother, what's your name?"
Professor Chen only realized at this time that he had forgotten to ask Jiang Hao what his name was.
Seeing that he couldn't hide, Jiang Hao had to ask him to get the phone and explained to Wen Xuejiang on the other end: "Hello Professor Wen, I am Jiang Hao. After we left the high-speed rail, we haven't seen each other for more than a month. You need health.
well enough!"
"Oh, it's you! What's going on today? I was confused. What's going on with that prescription?"
When Jiang Hao said who he was, Wen Xuejiang reacted. After all, Jiang Hao had a deep impression on him.
"Misunderstanding, there are some misunderstandings among them. I didn't expect you to know him. He wanted to find a master of Chinese medicine to exchange experience. Didn't I think of you now? So when I mentioned you casually, I knew you. You said this was a mess.
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Seeing that the matter was no longer over, Jiang Hao had to confess to them, saying that he prescribed this prescription himself, and the main function was to nourish blood and calm the mind after major surgery, and tonify essence and strengthen qi.