At ten o'clock, Yang Jie walked out of the office of the beautiful political commissar in good spirits, licking the corners of his mouth, still reminiscing about Sister Xuan's breath. In the office, Shangguan Xuan was lying on the sofa chair with a flushed face, and his hair and shirt that had just been tidied up became messy again.

In a very good mood, Yang Jie couldn't help humming a small tune, fortunately, there were few people upstairs here, so it would not be said that he was polluted. It's just that this pleasure didn't last long, and as soon as I walked into the office, I heard a cold snort in my ears:

"Giggle ass."

It was naturally Zhang Xi who spoke, although Yang Jie saved himself in the cemetery the night before, but Zhang Xi still couldn't give him a good face, Qiong snorted, but with a little annoyance.

She came earlier than usual this morning, but it's not necessarily a good thing to be early. As soon as she got out of the car, she saw Yang Jie walking into the corridor on the right, and when she saw this scene, how could she not know where this guy was going.

"If you go to the commissar early in the morning, it's definitely not good."

Pouting, Zhang Xi didn't know why he cared about the guy sitting opposite, anyway, he felt that Yang Jie and Shangguan Xuan were very unhappy when they came together, and he was upset at the bottom of his heart.

"Uh, Sister Xi, I didn't offend you, I saved your life yesterday, and today I turned my face and didn't admit it!"

Hearing Yang Jie speak, Zhang Xi pursed his lips, with a pretended disdainful gesture: "If I hadn't gone to the reservoir, I wouldn't know who would save whom!" ”

And when Yang Jie heard this, he couldn't refute it, in fact, he was very curious about why Zhang Xi appeared in the reservoir last night, but he didn't ask.

"Why did Sister Xi go to the reservoir last night?"

"I'm going to play there, no!" Zhang Xi still didn't talk back angrily, she wouldn't tell Yang Jie because she was worried, hum, she wouldn't tell him if she was killed.

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a document on his desk: "This is for you." ”

"What's that?"

A printed document, Yang Jie stepped forward and took it into his hand, skimmed it casually, and immediately nodded. The time of Gangnam Police Day has been set, starting next Saturday and lasting for three days.

Yang Jie had never seen this thing before, so he was somewhat interested in this event arrangement. If you open it and take a closer look, in addition to the speeches, formations, performances, and the like, there are also award ceremonies and award ceremonies.

There is no need to think about awarding Yang Jie, this kind of commemorative medal is for those veteran policemen who have been in the police for more than 30 years. At the award ceremony later, Yang Jie saw his name.

"I want to receive my meritorious service medal certificate on Police Day?"

"Well, you still have to go to the oath ceremony, hum, be careful not to memorize the oath and lose face at that time." Although Zhang Xi had a bad tone, he really reminded Yang Jie that he didn't have the heart to talk to him because of his little temper.

As for why Zhang Xi always lost his temper inexplicably, Yang Jie could only shake his head helplessly, and at the same time found his name from the list of police oath-taking ceremony personnel on the event arrangement.

"This Police Day, there are so many things."

After reading the event documents, Yang Jie couldn't help pouting, how good it would be to have a holiday directly during the holidays. However, thinking that he could get back several meritorious service certificates, Yang Jie was somewhat satisfied.

These are his motivated capitals.

Thinking of this, Yang Jie couldn't help but look at the small building of the Criminal Investigation Brigade outside the window, maybe it won't be long before he will go to work there.

All day, Yang Jie was in this state of thinking, and when he got off work in the afternoon, he didn't stay for dinner, left the branch alone, and left on the bus.

Ten minutes away, the bus stopped steadily at the side of the platform, and Yang Jie strode out, aiming at the Tongren Pharmacy next to the station.

In recent years, most of the sales shelves of pharmacies are filled with Western medicines, and there is only a small counter for traditional Chinese medicine, a phenomenon that even one of the top colleague pharmacies in Jiangnan is no exception.

"I need to buy some Chinese medicine."

Walking close to the Chinese medicine counter, and bowing slightly with the master in front of the counter, Yang Jie said directly: "Honeysuckle, mountain silver, Ganoderma lucidum, salvia, these should all be there, right?" ”

"Yes, some, how much do you need?"

"Except for Ganoderma lucidum, which costs 10 grams, everything else takes 15 grams, and there are also some traditional Chinese medicines, I need a dose of 8 grams."

After Yang Jie finished speaking, he reported the names of several common Chinese medicines, but he said that there were a lot of Chinese medicines, but the master who grabbed the medicine for him was confused, many of these things could not be mixed, what did the young man in front of him want to do?

It's just that Yang Jie came to buy medicine, and he didn't care about the use, although he was curious, he still weighed and wrapped it for Yang Jie very neatly, and he asked for something, don't look at the total of hundreds of grams, but the price is not low, and a red old man's head is gone.

"I also want a pair of silver needles for acupuncture, not the stainless steel ones on the market, I want genuine silver needles, I don't know if they are sold here?"

"Silver needles? Yes, there is, but"

"It doesn't matter if the price is higher," although the old master didn't finish speaking, Yang Jie still heard the meaning, nodded and said: "The silver needles in the medical equipment store are not as good as your big pharmacy after all." ”

"Okay, I've got a pair here, get it for you."

It was rare to meet such a cheerful customer, the master nodded and turned to rummage in a corner wooden cabinet behind him, and finally brought out a cloth bag with two rows of thin needles of different sizes inserted into it.

"This set of silver needles was originally ordered by myself for my grandson, but unfortunately he doesn't like this, this thing has been left here, young man, if you need it, give it to me at the price I originally ordered, eight hundred and eight."

Taking out the cloth bag, the master's face also flashed a little lonely, there are too few people who are willing to learn Chinese medicine this year, and even their children and grandchildren are disdainful of these.

A set of silver needles is eight hundred and eight, and the value of one needle in it is almost not lower than the traditional Chinese medicine that Yang Jie bought. He was also prepared for this, and after taking out the silver needle to look at it carefully, he took out his wallet from his pocket and handed out ten red old man's heads very happily.

And he wanted to buy these things for the three purple fruits that he brought out of the ancient tomb. Whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or silver needles, it is a preparation for taking purple fruit.

After Yang Jie came home with his things, he immediately took out the electric purple sand bowl in the kitchen, and then put the Chinese medicine he bought in a small bowl in turn.

The work of decocting medicine may not have been very convenient in ancient times, but for modern times, it is very easy.

In less than half an hour, the medicine was decoctioned, Yang Jie took out the small bowl, and after filling it in two large and small dishes, he immediately took out a silver needle and inserted it into the small plate, and the needle was stained with liquid medicine. At the same time, he also took out the purple fruit he had put in the refrigerator, took out one in his right hand, and then pierced the needle stained with the medicinal liquid into the purple fruit.

After waiting for a few breaths, he pulled out the needle and saw that the needle was still silver, Yang Jie couldn't help but smile, no matter whether this fruit had a miraculous effect or not, at least it was not poisonous, and he could eat it with confidence.

This method of detecting poison with a silver needle naturally comes from ruthless memory, and there is not much doubt about its real surname Yang Jie, after all, many things in ruthless memory have made great changes in themselves.

After verifying that the purple fruit is non-toxic, Yang Jie naturally wants to start tasting the purple fruit, of course, the first time Yang Jie tried it, he didn't swallow it whole, but after peeling the skin, he cut off a piece of pulp with a knife and put it in a large medicine bowl.

As soon as the purple fruit pulp was put into the medicinal liquid, it quickly dissolved and disappeared without a trace. Seeing this scene, Yang Jie raised his eyebrows slightly, his bowl of medicine is also famous, and it is a strange prescription ruthlessly used to absorb the medicinal effects of some heaven and earth spirit fruits.

"To drink, or not to drink?"

Looking at the bowl of purple-red Chinese medicine in front of him, which was still steaming, Yang Jie's heart was not without entanglement, after all, it was something he had never been exposed to before, and it was pure nonsense to say how confident he was.

"I bought everything, for a thousand dollars, I can't waste it!"

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Jie finally closed his eyes, directly picked up the bowl and poured it down, he was close to death several times, and he was afraid of a fart, he couldn't die anyway, the biggest possibility was that he had eaten bad and pulled his stomach for a few days.

poured the whole bowl of Chinese medicine in one gulp, because the bitterness was not heavy, Yang Jie also drank a cup of tea by himself, smashed it and smashed his mouth, and the kind of terrible scene of eating a panacea and then suffering from pain in the expected martial arts film did not happen, and there was no discomfort in the body.

If I had to say that there was any difference, it might be that it was faintly hot from the throat tube to my belly, and I felt like I was warming up at the heater in winter.

"Doesn't seem to be useful? Is it because there is less pulp? ”

Drinking the traditional Chinese medicine mixed with purple fruit pulp, Yang Jie did not feel like a superman, and while he was disappointed, he still had a little expectation in his heart. After all, in the face of this temptation, I believe that there is no one who will not be moved, not to mention that there is an example of Fang Hang in front of him, he can swallow purple fruit to strengthen his physique, why can't he himself.

With this thought, Yang Jie immediately took out another piece of Chinese medicine and began to decoction the medicine, and after frying, he threw all the purple fruits that were peeled into it.

This time, Yang Jie did not hesitate, drank the medicine in one gulp, and burped.

"Okay, so sleepy~~"

Maybe it's because the medicine is working, or maybe it's because he wants to sleep when he is full, Yang Jie only feels groggy at the moment, and as soon as he walks into the bedroom, he falls on the bed, and he doesn't even have time to take off his clothes, so he falls asleep.

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In his sleep, Yang Jie only felt as if he was in a furnace, and his whole body was hot.

But even if he felt this way, he just couldn't wake up, if someone walked into the bedroom at this moment, he could see that Yang Jie was sweating all over his body, not only the clothes and pants on his body, but even the sheets were wet.

This situation lasted for several hours, until the sky outside the house gradually brightened, and the sweat stains on Yang Jie's body gradually decreased. But even so, when Yang Jie woke up, he still found himself sweating profusely.

"I'm rubbing, brother, what's going on? Although it was summer, there were non-stop thunderstorms outside, and I didn't even have to turn on the air conditioner, so how could I sweat. ”

"And the smell of sweat is going to stink."

Frowning, Yang Jie took off his clothes and pants directly, drilled into the bathroom, and took a shower first.

Half an hour later, Yang Jie walked out of the bathroom with a bath towel on his face.

He stayed in it for so long, not just to take a bath and wipe his sweat, in fact, Yang Jie spent most of his time observing the changes in his body.

"That purple fruit, it seems to be very effective."

With this thought, Yang Jie walked to the sofa, held a corner with one hand, and gradually strengthened his arm.

"Give it to me!"

With a cold drink, Yang Jie's right hand was raised high, and a sofa weighing at least two hundred catties was easily lifted by him with one hand. (To be continued.) )