It was already noon when Yan Murong walked out of the tent, and he didn't know whether the reporters went to eat and rest or left. Anyway, he didn't see the shadow of the reporters.
Originally, the energy consumed by the third injection would not make Yan Murong so tired, but yesterday's consumption was too much. Even if he drank Zhao Chen's chicken soup and rested for a day, he could not fully recover, so just
Yan Murong was already a little weak after the third injection, but fortunately it was successful. If the time was delayed any longer, I'm afraid he would have to be carried out by Chen Hanqing again.
"Did it succeed?" As soon as Yan Murong lay on the bed and was about to take a rest, Zhao Chen opened the curtain of the tent and walked in, looking at Yan Murong anxiously and asked.
"What do you think?" Yan Murong was in a good mood, with a smile on her pale face. "I'm just a little hungry. Do you want to leave some food for me?"
"Ah-----you succeeded?" Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment and then screamed excitedly. "Haha, I knew you would succeed, and I didn't even care who your master was."
"-----" Yan Murong was speechless. Even if he is your master, you have to admit it because of your own wishful thinking. I haven't agreed yet-----Besides, whether I succeed or not has nothing to do with whose master I am.
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"I'm hungry, can you let me eat something first?" Yan Murong asked after looking at Zhao Chen who was dancing and flying around twice.
"Okay, wait a minute." Zhao Chen responded, ran out, and walked in after a while carrying two lunch boxes.
After opening the lunch box, Yan Murong felt the saliva begin to spread in her mouth.
Braised pork, stir-fried kidneys, half a lunch box of rice, and a lunch box of chicken soup, and today it's not clear soup, there are actually a few pieces of chicken in it-----Good guy, these are all great supplements, Yan Murong stared at
The eyes thought ----- It's just that we are temporarily weak, and it's not kidney deficiency. Where did this waist flower come from? By the way, there is also this chicken soup. Did this woman go down the mountain to kill the chicken and pluck its feathers again?
"This chicken soup?" Yan Murong asked doubtfully, but he was very moved in his heart. It seems that even if he takes this woman as his disciple, there will be no benefit at all. At least it will make him full.
"Oh ----- I smelled the leftover ones from yesterday and it wasn't bad, so I warmed them up for you." Zhao Chen said with a smile.
"-----" Yan Murong felt that he was so stupid, why did he have to ask stupidly? Just treat it as a new one. It made him excited for a long time.
Regardless of whether it was leftover from yesterday, Yan Murong's body was extremely empty now and needed a lot of food to replenish it, so a cruel scene appeared.
In less than ten minutes, the large box of food was slowly empty under Yan Murong's sweep. The chicken soup and chicken in the lunch box were only left with a pile of chicken bones.
People want to sleep as soon as they are full, and Yan Murong is no exception. In addition, due to her weak body, her head feels even more dizzy as soon as she finishes eating. Looking at Zhao Chen who packed up his lunch box and walked out, Yan Murong thought.
, it would be great if this woman came back to give me a massage again.
Dreaming of such a grand dream of spring and autumn, Yan Murong quickly fell asleep.
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"The red second-generation traditional Chinese medicine doctor has a high-profile fight against his father. Facts have proved that ability is above all else. Yan Murong, a young traditional Chinese medicine doctor, saved a life in danger with silver needles."
"Silver needles extend life, and Chinese medicine regains its glory."
Looking at the reports about Yan Murong in the newspaper in his hand, Zheng Wuming had a smile on his lips.
He suddenly realized that he had indeed underestimated this opponent who had made him difficult and embarrassed one after another.
He is that man's apprentice, so how can he be less capable?
Thirty years ago, that man shocked China with his superb medical skills. At the same time, the rumor that he was pregnant with the "Qing Sang Sutra" was also known to some people.
Even if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it. His success and fame have made some people jealous - including his own grandfather.
So, some people who wanted to get the "Qing Nang Sutra" and knew that he really had the "Qing Nang Sutra" attacked him at the Chinese medicine seminar that year. The bet was the "Qing Nang Sutra" in his hand.
through".
Young people will always do some stupid things. However, the man was aroused to anger and accepted the challenge of the group headed by his grandfather.
However, as the same saying goes, strength is above all else, he defeated several people in a row and won steadily in several competitions ----- Then, just when he was once again famous in the industry, a bad news came.
information.
During this period, someone broke into his home. The house was turned upside down as if it had been robbed. Moreover, his wife and children were brutally murdered.
He knew that these people were looking for the "Qing Sang Sutra" to do such a cruel thing. So he became angry. One person stirred up the situation in Yanjing. That night, three of the seven people who participated in the competition lost their lives in his hands.
However, when he reached the Zheng family, he was forcibly subdued by the superiors. If the Yan family had not protected him, I am afraid that thirty years later, he would have returned to his ashes long ago.
Yan Murong is that man's apprentice.
That man's original ideal was to make Chinese medicine prosperous and prove that Chinese medicine was no worse than it was - and Yan Murong was that man's apprentice. Thirty years later, his apprentice came back, and at the same time, he brought back many
It's just his ideals, but also his hatred.
Zheng Wuming thought, maybe he came back for revenge.
What happened thirty years ago has begun to be forgotten by people, but some individuals will never forget what happened that night - only those who truly witness it can understand it.
"Master Zheng, do you still want to let him develop? He is very powerful now, you are too low-key." Kunlun looked at Zheng Wuming in confusion, wondering how he could still laugh now.
"Of course." Zheng Wuming said with a smile. "I said that respecting your opponent means respecting yourself - he is working for the country now, and I am also a Chinese. I can't stumble him at this time.
I don’t want to bear the title of a villain, and the Zheng family cannot be implicated—for such an opponent, the happiest thing is to defeat him in an upright manner.”
"By the way, isn't Su Qingwu going to sponsor the medical team? We'll sponsor it when you notify us later," Zheng Wuming said with a smile.
"Is this necessary? Didn't it say in the news that Yan Murong can cure those people, and besides - it will cost a lot of money." Kunlun said with a pained look on his face.
"It's not like I'm spending your money, why do you feel bad?" Zheng Wuming said in a funny voice. "Just think of it as doing something for the country, or just as doing him a favor - maybe, he might thank me,
Will you point your nose at me and scold me when you see me in the future?"
PS: Crush the rankings, rob your flowers... The chapters will be posted at 9 o'clock tomorrow. Students, throw all the flowers to me, I want...