Chapter 621

"Ye Feng, I'm sorry. I wronged you just now. I apologize to you!"

After a long time of hesitation, Fengye finally chose to apologize.

But at the same time, his eyes were angry and his face tingled like fire.

He has been a doctor for so many years and has been in a high position. He has always been asked to bow down to him. How could he ever lower his head to other people, let alone such a young guy.

"Remember later, you have no insight, don't think that what others have done is wrong!"

Ye Feng light a sentence, and then carrying the medicine bag to the casserole, began to fry medicine.

Zeng Qipei stares at Ye Feng's back, hoping that he can't rush up like a tiger and tear the boy who scolds him for his ignorance into pieces.

"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. It seems that we can't accept it all the time..."

Seeing Zeng Qipei's expression, Li Feifan disdained to smile, and then complimented Tu cangcangcangcang: "it can be as accurate as a scale to apply medicine by hand. Headmaster Tu, you are a real eye opener to me today!"

Tu cangcangcang smiles and shakes his head, but his eyes are also full of Miscanthus.

She did not expect that Ye Feng's hand feeling has been so good to such a ridiculous point.

"It's incredible!"

"The accuracy of the medicine is no worse than that of the scale. Is this guy a man or a monster?"

Not only they, but also the netizens who are watching the live broadcast also praise repeatedly, expressing the shock in their hearts with the barrage like a rainstorm.

But Ye Feng seems to be not aware of these things, close to the casserole, wholeheartedly into the decoction.

Decocting medicine seems very simple, but for traditional Chinese medicine, it is actually a crucial link.

Because whether the medicine can work, whether it can play a maximum role, is in the doctor's mind.

Like cooking, decocting herbs must be kept in good control of the heat and time. Strict requirements must be set for how long to cook on a high fire, how long to cook on a slow fire, and how long to cook on a low fire. Even if it's just a slight mistake, it will greatly reduce the efficacy.

"What is he doing?"

But after waiting for a moment, Li Feifan is suddenly stunned and looks at Ye Feng with consternation.

Ye Feng was boiling the soup for half an hour. When the soup turned yellow brown, he picked up a casserole and covered the bowl with straw paper, filtering out the dregs in the liquid, leaving only half a bowl of clean liquid medicine.

And after this step, he didn't give the medicine to the small patients as expected. After cleaning up the casserole, he poured it back into the casserole and slowly boiled it over a slow fire.

Even Li Feifan has never seen such a method.

"He seems to want to concentrate the medicine soup, but the medicine soup is only half a bowl. If it is further concentrated, what will it be condensed into?"

Tu cangcangcangcang looks at Ye Feng in doubt, and doesn't understand why he is doing this at the moment.

At the same time, Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang have also begun to cook the medicinal materials. Their movements are extremely crisp and neat without any hesitation. Their mastery of the firepower is so exquisite that the students watching the war can not stop shouting.

In particular, those who failed in the competition were even more impressed. No matter whether they would like to or not, they must admit that those who can enter the top three are not waiting for idlers, and their strength is much higher than them.

Half an hour later, the decocting of the decoction finally came to an end.

The final product of Mo Tianshu is a bowl of dark, deep and oily soup. Although the color of Xu Liang's medicine soup is not as deep as that of Mo Tianshu's, it also has a kind of oily luster.

Looking at the soup they brought out, Tu cangcangcang, Li Feifan and Zeng Qipei nodded slightly.

The brightness of the soup color is the simplest way to test whether the decoction is successful or not.

The more successful the soup is, the more clear and rich it will be, and there will be oily light flashing; as for the medicine soup that fails to boil, it will be turbid, yellow and not bright at all.

When Ye Feng took out the soup, the three people's expressions became strange. As for Mo Tianshu, he couldn't help laughing, and then sarcastically said to Ye Feng, "is this the medicine soup you cooked?"

When it comes to the word "Tang", he also deliberately accentuates his tone.

Because the thing that leaves maple boils out, is not soup at all, but a piece of black paste.

How to look at that thing, how can't make people connect with the medicine soup? It's more like a large piece of medicine residue.

If you look at the light and color alone, the lump that Ye Feng takes out is 100000 miles less than that of Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang.

"As the saying goes, there is nothing wrong with it. Among the gold and jade, the appearance of my medicine soup is not good, but the effect is absolutely excellent."

Ye Feng faint smile, a confident look.

"What's more, what about gold and jade? Are you saying the opposite? "

Zeng Qipei was worried that he couldn't find a chance to attack Ye Feng. Hearing this, he immediately sneered and sneered at him."If President Zeng is going to use this to comment on the other two players' medicine soup, then I agree with you."

Ye Feng shrugged his shoulders and nodded.

"You..."

His intention was misinterpreted by Ye Feng. Zeng Qipei's expression was awe inspiring and said with a sneer: "I'm talking about you. You're the medicine soup. I don't think it's just a scandal, but it's also a scandal in it!"

"Try it and you'll see." Ye Feng touched his nose and spurred the way.

"All right Zeng Qipei is about to refute, but Tu cangcangcang interrupts his words, saying: "medicine is to save people, not to beauty, whether the soup is effective or not, let's let the patient's condition speak!"

Zeng Qipei snorted coldly and did not speak again, but his face was ready to see a joke.

Compared with acupuncture, it is absolutely difficult for children of three or four years old to take medicine, especially to drink a large bowl of soup.

Fortunately, Ye Feng was there. After playing "magic" that made the table disappear and appeared out of thin air, the three little guys took the medicine obediently.

But different from the other two small guys with big bowls and frowning, the little patient Ye Feng treats is like pinching a candy cake and eating the black paste soup.

"Mom, medicine is not bitter, medicine is sweet!"

Not only that, he ate, but also to the mother behind him.

Hum, it's always good medicine, bitter taste is good for disease, sweet medicine is refreshing, what's the use!

Zeng Qipei disdained to smile and waited quietly to see the situation of the three patients after taking the medicine.

Ouch!

Not long after the soup, Xu Liang's little patient's face became ugly. He opened his mouth and vomited out a bowl of medicine soup that had just been drunk.

"Xu Liang, failure!"

Seeing this scene, Tu cangcangcang sighed and announced the result slowly.

It's true that medicine is used to cure and save people, but it also needs to be able to make the patient drink it.

The prescription of Xu Liang's medicine seems to be the right medicine for the case, but unfortunately he didn't consider that the patient was only a child of three or four years old, and the medicine soup was too bitter for the small patient to drink at all. How could it have the therapeutic effect