Yan Murong opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

He is a very smart person, when he is in the mountains, he can win once or twice out of ten times in a battle of wits and courage with the old man - how can he face Zhong Zhenguo and even suffer defeat?

After thinking for a while, Yan Murong felt that since the acupuncture method couldn't tell him, it wasn't impossible to tell him the origin of this medicine.

"Actually, -- that medicine isn't very special." Yan Murong said. "It's just the powder of the ground brocade grass I used for that man before."

Zhong Zhenguo didn't speak, and looked at Yan Murong with a confused expression that you and I were a three-year-old child.

"Okay." Yan Murong was a little hairy by him. "It's just that some special materials are added to it, which can promote platelet regeneration while stopping bleeding, and the wound will heal much faster."

"You didn't lie to me?" Zhong Zhenguo still asked with an expression of I don't believe you. "Then why didn't you give it to that man when you had the surgery before?"

"Old Zhong, I really didn't lie to you." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "You also saw it just now, I just had a small packet, which was enough for that woman, but the wound that was so big before was not enough at all."

Zhong Zhenguo stared at Yan Murong for a long time before he nodded. "We still have a lot of ground brocade grass in our store, why don't you make a little more of that kind of medicine, how about it?"

"Don't think about it - it's just that if that medicine has such a good effect, it can be used to treat trauma, so that there is no need for stitches, and it can also break the conclusion that Chinese medicine can't do surgery."

"I can't do it." Yan Murong shook his head and said.

"Why? Don't you want to carry forward Chinese medicine and be recognized by people? ”

"I think." Yan Murong's expression suddenly became very serious. "That's what I'm going down the mountain for, but I really can't make this medicine, and there's one medicine I can't get."

"What medicine?" Zhong Zhenguo heard Yan Murong say that there was only one medicine missing, so he grabbed him excitedly and asked eagerly. "You say, as long as you say it, I'll get it for you, and you don't care about the money - I have a lot of friends in the industry, and I can ask them for help."

Well, it seems that this old man really doesn't give up on the Yellow River - if he doesn't force him to dispense the medicine today, I'm afraid he won't want to be pure.

"The bone marrow of the one-horned lizard."

"You kid, are you kidding my old man?" Zhong Zhenguo's face pulled and said unhappily. "One-horned lizard? Also bone marrow? I've never heard of such a medicine in Chinese medicine. Not to mention bone marrow, I haven't heard of a unicorn lizard. ”

"So, I can't figure it out." Yan Murong spread his hands and said. "One-horned lizard, I don't know what it's called, but my master saw that thing had a green horn on its head, so he gave it such a name - you also know that human hematopoietic stem cells are in the bone marrow, and the same is true for animals, but the bone marrow of the one-horned lizard can not only make blood, but also play a role in regeneration."

"Well, that's right." Zhong Zhenguo nodded and said. "Hematopoietic stem cells can make blood, lizards are the same as geckos, they have a special regenerative ability - however, I read a report a few days ago, saying that Lao Mei is studying the DNA of lizards, and wants to achieve a regenerative effect by fusing the DNA of lizards into human DNA - that is, some people who have to amputate their limbs due to accidents will grow new limbs after fusing the DNA of lizards into their bodies."

"How is this possible?" Yan Murong said in surprise. "Children know that the most genetically similar to humans are primates, but sometimes certain organs of pigs can be used, but lizards - that's completely impossible."

"Yes—it can't be." Zhong Zhenguo nodded. "They failed, and judging from the experiments with the mice, after fusing the regenerated DNA of the lizard into the body of the severed mice, it was normal at first, but later, the mice mutated - I said so much, I just want to know, is your medicine safe?"

Zhong Zhenguo chose to believe Yan Murong's words, but whether from the perspective of conscience or interests, safety is the first priority.

"I believe in my master." Yan Murong said affirmatively.

If there is anyone in the world whom he trusts the most - the old man is the first in line.

Although the old man was mean, stingy, and had a bad stomach, what he did and what he said often contained a truth that Yan Murong couldn't understand or understand—but Yan Murong knew that the old man had never done a wrong thing or said a word.

Maybe this is a kind of blind worship, but no matter what others think, Yan Murong has unconditionally believed in the old man since the day he was cured of his strange disease.

"Where do you find such one-horned lizards?" Zhong Zhenguo asked.

"On the mountain." Yan Murong replied.

"Which mountain?"

"Can't tell."

“――”

Zhong Zhenguo glanced at Yan Murong helplessly, but finally took out the phone, walked to the corner and whispered.

Although he couldn't hear what he was saying, Yan Murong knew that this old man must be thinking about how to 'calculate' himself.

Do you want to run? Yan Murong thought--Goodbye, right? Where can you run again? Do you want to go back and be a beggar? No, I finally have such a hiding place, and I can still complete what the old man told me, not to mention going back to be a beggar - even if the old man knows that he has been a beggar for half a month, he will probably break his legs.

"You can rest for a while." After Zhong Zhenguo finished calling, Murong on the other side turned around and went downstairs, leaving Yan Murong inexplicably - could it be that this old man has changed his sex?

Soon, Yan Murong knew that he was wrong, and it was very outrageously wrong - this old man was actually talking to Teng Xiangling, the female demon, on the phone just now.

This "Rejuvenation Hall" is not far from Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, where it is, less than ten minutes after Zhong Zhenguo hung up the phone, a "clucking" sound of high heels rang, and then, the female demon Teng Xiangling appeared on the second floor.

"Why are you here?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.

"Come and see you." Teng Xiangling showed a seductive smile.

Yan Murong was too familiar with her smile, and she smiled—she was going to be unlucky.

Sure enough, Teng Xiangling stepped on high heels, shook her two delicate long legs wrapped in black stockings, and walked over.

"You, come home with me, right away."