"Uncle Yan, this time you have made a lot of efforts and provided a lot of information.

This prescription has a year's worth of identification. "

Yan if Zheng Zheng Zheng, was night Hongqiang stuffed a prescription into the hand.

"Fang Ruo, Xiaoyu and Xiaotong, you have worked hard this time.

Divide the prescriptions and herbs among the three of you. "

"How can this be done?" the crowd objected

"How come all the prizes have been given to us after all your efforts?"

Night Hong tiny smile, pointing to the hand of the "green capsule code" way: "this is not there it?"

Among these awards, there is no shortage of medicinal materials.

Yehong himself can write the prescription.

Appraisal right saves that little money, night Hong also does not care.

Only this rare ancient medical book is really useful to him.

See night Hong insist, everyone has to accept the prize.

These prizes may be nothing to Yehong, but they are great gains.

After all, when the time is right, they will be handed over to the local police together with the evidence of their crimes.

Xiao Jing's series of actions, Ono all see in the eyes, finally is a little bit out of a vicious gas.

She raised her little hand and raised it in front of Xiao Jing.

A white mist erupted from her hand, covering three faces.

A strange scene appeared.