Hanging up the phone, Zhao Yang waited for five minutes, and was about to knock on the door of the pharmacy room, but the door was opened by the people inside!

A male doctor in a white coat and glasses poked his head out, glanced at Zhao Yang, and his expression immediately became a little surprised.

Still, he asked, "Your surname is Zhao?"

"Yes, that's right!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

Zhao Yang could see from the other party's attitude that he had received a call from Zhou Lao.

Sure enough, the man immediately said, "Dean Zhou has already called me, please come in!"

"Okay!" Zhao Yang nodded, then smiled and walked into the pharmacy with the man.

In a place like the Forestry Hospital, the equipment in the pharmacy will be very complete, especially the forestry hospital has a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, so the production of important things will be very complete, and there is also a special Chinese medicine production room.

The pharmacy that Zhao Yang walked into was the traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy room, and as soon as he entered the door, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine came to his nose.

"Old Zhou said hello, you can do whatever you want here. The male doctor with glasses said to Zhao Yang politely.

In addition to this male doctor, there is also an old man and a female doctor in the pharmacy, and the three of them are the staff in this pharmacy.

"Excuse me!" Zhao Yang said with a smile.

"Elder Zhou just told us to let you use here, but I don't know, what medicine do you want to use and what do you use?" the male doctor asked politely.

Curiosity will be there as long as it is human, not to mention, the things that Zhou Lao personally called to arrange, they are even more curious.

What kind of medicine can't be made by them, so they have to let outsiders come in and make it?

This one-third of an acre of land, after all, belongs to the three of them.

"I'm going to make a plaster that can be broken off with my hands and tendons. The other party was so polite, of course Zhao Yang would be very polite, so he explained.

Broken ribs?

Upon hearing this, the three people in the pharmacy felt a little strange.

Is there still this medicine in this world?

Nowadays, the work of continuing the tendons and tendons is done by Western medicine.

If Chinese medicine is to do this, it will often use the therapy of blood circulation and blood stasis, so that the patient's body can repair itself.

Of course, this is far from enough.

It seems that in this regard, Western medicine is more useful for surgery.

Patients who have undergone surgery will recover part of the function of their hands and feet, which is much stronger than the blood circulation and blood stasis removal therapy of traditional Chinese medicine.

That's why these three pharmacists find it strange.

Finding that the expressions of the three pharmacists were a little strange, Zhao Yang just smiled faintly.

Sometimes, even if you try your best to explain, the other party will not understand, but will think that you are a crazy person, so Zhao Yang chooses not to explain, just laugh it off.

Anyway, Zhou Lao had already agreed to let him use the pharmacy room.

"Can I start?" Zhao Yang asked with a smile.

"Oh, then you get started. The bespectacled doctor said.

"Excuse me!" After speaking, Zhao Yang put the handbag on the table and began to make his medicinal herbs.

He soon noticed that the bespectacled male doctor seemed to be free, and had been watching him no matter what he was doing, as if he was afraid that he would break something or steal it.

Zhao Yang really wanted to ask him if he didn't have his own things to do, but in this case, it was very likely to offend the other party.

After all, this is other people's territory, for the sake of Zhou Lao's face, Zhao Yang resisted this impulse and continued to do his own thing.

As a descendant of medical Taoism, Zhao Yang's way of refining medicine is also a little different from that of modern Chinese medicine, obviously, the male doctor knows a lot about the production process of ointment, so the more he looks at it, the more strange he feels.

He thought to himself, you say this kid is a layman, he does it very smoothly, as if he knows everything.

You say this kid is an expert, what kind of pharmaceutical method is this?

Obviously, Zhao Yang noticed the strange eyes of this male doctor, but he was indifferent to this and didn't want to pay attention to the other party at all.

Zhao Yang didn't mind the process of making ointment in this ancient way, in the final analysis, medical skills are used to save lives and help the wounded, if this male doctor really looks at it once, it can be regarded as his creation.

At the beginning, the master told Zhao Yang not to accept apprentices casually, but now in order to save people, he wants others to see the ancient method of making ointment, this can't be regarded as a casual apprenticeship, right?

Therefore, if you look at it, you can see it, and how much you can learn depends on the creation of this male doctor.

Unconsciously, half an hour passed, and the more the male doctor looked at it, the more strange it became, sometimes pondering, sometimes shaking his head, and the other two doctors gave him strange looks when they saw him like this.

The male doctor also responded to the two doctors with some eyes and body language.

Zhao Yang was making the ointment as if no one was around, and when it was forty minutes, a burst of medicinal fragrance wafted out of the pot where the medicine was boiling.

Smelling the fragrance of this medicine, the faces of the three apothecaries all changed slightly!

This medicinal fragrance is something they have never smelled in the years they have been engaged in the production of traditional Chinese medicine!

Moreover, the pharmacist just now had already discovered that a medicinal herb used by Zhao Yang was a herb he had never seen before!

No, this grass can't be called a medicinal herb at all, it looks like it's just a weed!

In his many years of studying Chinese medicine, he has never seen this kind of grass at all!

And the other medicinal materials, except for the strange ratio, he knows them all, but they are just some commonly used medicinal materials.

He knew that if the same medicinal herb was mixed in different proportions, the medicinal effect might be completely different, and this medicinal fragrance clearly told him that the kind of wild grass that Zhao Yang used was the key!

Smelling the fragrance of the medicine, the other two apothecaries that had been sitting at the desk also stood up and walked behind Zhao Yang, stood with the glasses in the apothecary, and looked into the medicine pot in front of Zhao Yang.

This medicinal fragrance is really special, they all want to know, is what Zhao Yang just said true?

After this medicine is made, can it really continue the broken tendons and tendons?

Sensing that the three people were standing behind him, Zhao Yang was still indifferent and continued to do his thing.

Saving people is like fighting fire, except for refining ointment, other things Zhao Yang must put aside.

Another thirty minutes passed, and a large piece of jet-black ointment was finally made!

Looking at the finished product made by Zhao Yang, the three apothecaries looked at each other, and asked in unison: "Excuse me, can your ointment really continue to break tendons?"

"Actually, it's the first time I've done it, and I don't know what the effect is. Zhao Yang smiled and said.

At this moment, the old pharmacist said, "Hey, it turns out that you are doing an experiment, I thought this was some kind of miracle medicine!"

Then, the female pharmacist also said: "I'll just say, I've been making medicine for more than ten years, and I've never heard of an ointment that can continue the tendons and tendons of the hands and feet. ”

(End of chapter)