The monkeys in the mountains are much wilder than the monkeys in the zoo, so when Yan Murong pointed at them, he did not show any expression of fear. Instead, he looked at Yan Murong and screamed, as if he was discussing.
Something like that.
"Catch him back?" Zhao Chen said worriedly. "What if the monkey is really the source of infection? What if it infects us?"
"No." Yan Murong said with certainty. "This virus will not spread through the air - if it spread through the air, then the family members of the infected villagers should also have been infected."
"But how do you know that monkeys are the source of infection? Aren't they fine too?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe their bodies are not sensitive to this virus." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "Although monkeys are also primates, they are still different from humans after all."
"Then ----- okay." Zhao Chen hesitated and asked. "How to grab it? The branch is so thin, can you climb up?"
"Who said I was going to climb up?" Yan Murong smiled proudly, turned his palm over, and a slender silver needle appeared in his hand.
"Silver needle?" Zhao Chen looked at the silver needle in Yan Murong's hand and asked in confusion. "You want to use a silver needle to knock it off?"
After saying that, she remembered that this guy seemed to have used a pebble to knock the wild fruit out of his hand.
For a moment, Zhao Chen suddenly heard the sound of Gu Long, thinking of Jin Yong and the heroes with unparalleled martial arts in their works.
Hidden weapons, yes, he used hidden weapons.
Every girl has a martial arts dream deep in her heart. When they dream, they will imagine themselves to be a martial arts heroine with unparalleled martial arts skills. When they see those local bullies taking to the streets with their thieves to molest older girls and younger wives, they will act chivalrously and use their hands.
With a flick of a small or medium-sized flying knife, the opponent was completely killed, and then left gracefully without leaving a name. Although the world did not know her last name, her legend was spread in the world.
Thinking that Yan Murong might be this legendary martial arts master, Zhao Chen's eyes began to sparkle.
"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen who looked at him like a nymphomaniac and asked in confusion. He thought to himself, could this silly woman be infected too?
"Ah?" Zhao Chen reacted immediately, looked at Yan Murong and said, "Are you a hero?"
"What?" Yan Murong was stunned, and for a moment he didn't even realize what Zhao Chen's sudden words meant.
Aren't we discussing how to beat the monkey? Why did the topic of heroes come up?
"Are you a hero?" Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong and asked seriously.
"Hero?" Yan Murong was stunned for a long time. He didn't understand what she meant by asking this. He could only shake his head and said, "I'm not a hero. The heroes have already become extinct. Where can I find a hero?"
"Then how come you know how to throw concealed weapons?" Zhao Chen asked unwillingly. She was now convinced that Yan Murong was definitely the legendary martial arts master. Otherwise, how could he throw stones so accurately? This was obviously written in the novel.
It's a hidden weapon technique.
"Hidden weapon?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Throwing a stone is called a hidden weapon? Let me tell you, you can actually do it too."
"Me too?" Zhao Chen was a little surprised - what did he mean? Was he ready to accept me as his apprentice before I even offered it?
Oops, it seems that this man is not good at all, at least he is still a martial arts master.
"It's not just you, anyone can do it." Yan Murong smiled. "It's just that you can't throw it accurately. Okay, let's do business first."
With that said, Yan Murong fumbled around in his arms for a while, took out a small bottle, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle and poured a small amount of liquid-like substance on the tip of the silver needle.
"What is this?" Zhao Chen asked curiously.
Now, he had a little curiosity about Yan Murong, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with him using lion daddy to make medicine. Instead, he was curious about everything he took out.
"This thing has no name." Yan Murong said while smearing the liquid on the tip of the needle with his fingers. "This is the venom of the king cobra, but some other drugs are added to it to dilute the toxicity----
-Now it can only provide anesthesia and will not produce severe poison."
"Whoosh!"
As he spoke, the silver needle in Yan Murong's hand had already come out. Under the sunlight, a silver afterimage flashed past. Then, a monkey on the top of the tree fell from the tree without even having time to hum.
Come down.
When the Wolf King saw that Yan Murong had succeeded, he tried to grab the monkey, but was stopped by Yan Murong.
He took out a waterproof bag from his backpack and grabbed the fainted monkey and put it inside.
The other monkeys at the top of the tree were frightened when they saw their companions being beaten down. They screamed "chichiji" at Yan Murong for a while and then jumped to other trees and ran away quickly.
"Let's go, it's time to go back." Yan Murong tied the bag tightly and looked at Zhao Chen and said.
"Ah? You're back? Is this the end?" Zhao Chen asked in confusion.
"If you don't go back, do you still want to spend another night here?" Yan Murong raised his eyebrows and said. "If you think so, just stay by yourself. Anyway, the tent hasn't been dismantled yet, but I want to take away the Wolf King -
----If those wolves come again, wash yourself clean and prepare to get into the wolf's belly."
"I'm leaving, who said I'm going to stay?" Zhao Chen said quickly, then changed the subject, looked at Yan Murong, and asked with a hint of expectation on his face. "Well ----- can you accept me as your friend?"
Apprentice?"
"What?" Yan Murong suddenly realized that his brain, which was not very high but not low either, didn't seem to be working very well today.
Why is this stupid woman so crazy? One moment she becomes a hero and the next she becomes a disciple.
"I mean, I want to take you as my teacher." Zhao Chen said seriously.
"You want me to be your teacher?" Yan Murong laughed. "Hurry up, you are a doctor after all, right? You want me to be your teacher? What kind of international joke are you kidding me? I don't even have a primary school diploma.
No."
"Besides, I am a Chinese medicine doctor and you are a Western medicine doctor."
"Oh, that's not what I meant." Zhao Chen explained hastily. "I mean, I want to learn kung fu from you."
"Learn Kung Fu?" Yan Murong was amused, and pretended to think for a moment before saying, "That won't work. My master said that if you want to learn the Kung Fu of our sect, you must learn Chinese medicine."
"Oops." Zhao Chen suddenly shouted and said with a look of surprise. "Haha, admit it, you are a martial arts master, you are a hero."
"So what? That's the condition anyway."
Chinese medicine is not that easy to learn. Yan Murong didn’t know how much he had suffered before he could become what he is now. He thought that Zhao Chen would retreat in the face of difficulties, but what shocked Yan Murong was that Zhao Chen lowered his head and bit the doctor.
After a hard mental struggle with her lips pressed together for a while, she actually told Yan Murong with a firm face that she wanted to learn Chinese medicine.