After having dinner at Wan Yun's house, under Wan Yun's eyes, Han Feng returned to his small villa.

Back in the room, Han Feng lay on his side on his bed, without a trace of sleepiness, because he had slept all afternoon this afternoon.

Han Feng took out his mobile phone boredly, opened the page of the Heavenly Court Reader, and originally wanted to click into the discussion area in the morning, but he didn't expect to find that there was a new book in a blink of an eye, called "The Book of Immortals in the Green Capsule" Author: God of Medicine.

"The Green Capsule Immortal Sutra? The god of medicine? This should be Hua Tuo, right? Han Feng, who was originally interested, muttered a sentence in his mouth, and instantly became interested, and clicked in casually to watch it.

It is said that back then, when Han Feng applied for the university volunteer, he once thought about studying in a medical university, but unfortunately it backfired.

Now the work of the god of medicine is so clearly placed in front of him, so this time, he didn't even read the message in the comment area, and clicked directly into the text of the novel.

I saw that the opening prologue wrote that all living beings, healers heal themselves, birds and beasts, all of them are so-called medical Tao, blood circulation, illness can not be born, such as the hub, and the end is immortal.

This book written by the god of medicine is not only about the pathological diseases and treatments of mortals, but also about the treatment of various diseases in different biological states of immortals, fairy beasts, demons and monsters.

All living beings are recorded. In addition, it also includes internal and external, gynecology, pediatrics, acupuncture and moxibustion, as well as a set of alchemy techniques of five poultry operas and five poultry fairy beast operas.

At this glance, Han Feng was fascinated by it, and it was precisely because of the novel on the reader that as long as he looked at it, he could understand its meaning.

So this fascination, Han Feng directly saw the dawn and finished reading the entire Qingbao Immortal Sutra, and then he came back to his senses.

"A miracle doctor is a miracle doctor." After reading it, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh.

Although Hua Tuo's Qingbao Sutra has been recorded in history, it is only a fragment, and the overall version has been lost, so it leads to the weakness of Chinese medicine in surgery.

As a young man who is a little angry and a little patriotic, Han Feng couldn't help but think of this, and secretly said in his heart: "Perhaps, I should do something for Chinese medicine." ”

Whenever he watched Western medicine replace his country's traditional Chinese medicine and become famous all over the world, Han Feng's heart felt a little sad.

You must know that Hua Tuo is the first expert in history to create zào surgery, and the first founder in the world to invent the anesthetic "Ma Boiling San" and the invention of acupuncture to treat diseases.

As the earliest anesthetic, "Ma Boiling Powder" not only does not have any side effects, but also achieves success more than 1,600 years earlier than the anesthetic of Western medicine.

Think about how the four ancient civilizations prospered in the world back then. And now only one Huaxia Kingdom remains, and it still exists in this world, and the other three countries have all disappeared into the dust of history.

As an ancient civilization, Huaxia has experienced too many wars and riots, and there are too many knowledge and inheritances during this period, all of which have been lost.

And the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine is not only the lost Yan zhòng in this issue, but also the most indispensable. After all, no one can guarantee that they will not suffer from disease in their lifetime.

Thinking of this, Han Feng's mind drifted farther and farther, and he muttered to himself: "Well, let's get familiar with it yourself first!" Let's see if there are any suitable opportunities in the future, and then spread this out. ”

Han Feng, who was distracted, unconsciously swiped his fingers across the screen of his mobile phone, and somehow, he inadvertently clicked on the sign-in before he could exit the page of the Green Capsule Immortal Sutra.

Ding dong! With a bang, the system's prompt sounded.

Han Feng came back to his senses in shock, and then looked at the mobile phone in his hand, only to see a message pop up on the screen: Congratulations that you have signed in for thirty consecutive days, this reader will give you a small gift, please pay attention to check.

Looking at the prompt message on his phone, Han Feng couldn't help but sigh: "Why has another month passed?" Time is so fast! ”

Although he was lamenting the ruthlessness of the years and the passage of time in his heart, Han Feng's little hand was neatly clicked to receive it, and said with a smile: "Hehe, there is a small gift again, I don't know what it will be this time?" ”

Immediately, Han Feng picked up the gift box that appeared out of thin air and opened it.

Unexpectedly, before he could see what was in the box, he saw an endless black mist rushing directly towards Han Feng's body along the summons in the underworld.

Then Han Feng seemed to be enchanted, turned into a wooden man, and sat motionless on the bed.

Deep inside, Han Feng felt a wave of despair, fear, helplessness, fate, and countless other negative feelings surging towards his head, as if he could crush his soul in just an instant.

At this moment, the outside world fell into the mobile phone on the bed, and suddenly a divine light rushed out, also shooting towards Han Feng's body, of course, Han Feng did not notice this.

The divine light that rushed into his body chased after the black mist, and before the black mist could crush Han Feng's soul, he instantly caught up with the black mist.

It didn't take long for the divine light to swallow up the black mist wrapped around it one by one. In the end, a silvery-white walnut-like thing was left in Han Feng's body.

"This force." Han Feng no longer had the previous sense of pain at this time, his soul closed his eyes peacefully, quietly realizing the source of this power, the silver-white walnut constantly flashed with divine light, echoing with his soul, and then slowly merging.

"The power of calamity is actually Shen Gongbao's housekeeping skills? Nima! How could this be this? Han Feng exclaimed depressedly in his heart.

In the silver-white walnuts, Han Feng saw the killing of countless displacements, war and chaos, war and slaughter of cities, rivers of blood, lack of food, separation of wives, lack of livelihood, lack of clothing, homelessness, family death, hunger and cold, dying, starvation, precariousness, misery, calamity, water and fire, easy to eat, uprooted, there are bones on the road, thieves are rampant, disasters, and disasters turn disasters into blessings.

The issue also contains all the calamities of the heavens, such as natural disasters, earth disasters, immortal disasters, man-made disasters, etc., countless disasters flow through their souls one by one, inexplicably, a stream of information circulates in their minds, and they instantly merge with their souls, and Han Feng understands the imperial envoy method of this kind of calamity power.

"Don't be so pitiful! It's not good to send something, send me one of these things. "Think about the myths and legends of the god list, think about Shen Gongbao, and then think about that sentence, "Fellow Daoist, please stay." Han Feng shuddered involuntarily.

"Fellow Daoists, please stay, but you still use the five-character mantra of the power of calamity?" Han Feng was even more speechless at this time, but he just thought about Shen Gongbao, but he didn't expect such a sentence to flash in his mind.

What's even more hateful is that every time you use a five-character mantra of "Fellow Daoists, please stay", you actually have to consume 1,000 merit coins. If you don't want to spend merit coins, then you can collect the power of calamity, and to collect the power of calamity, you need to use the various disasters between heaven and earth.

Nima! Now this world is very peaceful, there is no power of calamity, and I still cultivate a fart! Do you want to shout when you meet others, "Fellow Daoists, please stay behind?" Han Feng was depressed, it seemed that it was safer for him to use the merit coin obediently.