It was supposed that it would take a long time for her burn to recover, but in less than two or three days, her burn not only recovered, but also intact and had no scars at all, which made them feel as if they had met some miracle.

For these questions from the doctor, Zhao Qingwu felt a little unsure of what to say, after all, this ointment was an ancestral plaster in her family, and she usually rarely took it out, but now she is regarded as a living bodhisattva by them.

There are a lot of ointments in their gang, and each ointment is like a gold sore medicine, and the effect is particularly good, all of which are developed by her father and senior brother.

Besides, all of these medicines in their gang are used by themselves and will not be passed on, such as the medicine for Old Man Shen, and the medicine for Shen Fengchen, which are also original in their gang, and now these ointments are also stuffed to her by her senior brother when she went out, Originally, Zhao Qingwu still felt that her martial arts were so high that they were not worthy of use, because she would not be injured at all, but when she was really injured, she knew that this was a plaster that really came in handy.

That is, because these plasters are indeed so effective, some people will feel very strange and want to come over and see what kind of plaster they are.

All of their plasters have been circulated for hundreds of years, and they have hardly ever obtained formulas, and these ointments may not be available in such large hospitals, even in the largest hospitals in the whole country.

These doctors looked at Zhao Qingwu, really scrambling to hear a little bit about these ointments from her mouth: "We are all really very curious, could it be that your ancestor is a doctor?" Otherwise, how could this ointment be made so effective? ”

Zhao Qingwu didn't hide too much: "This ointment is indeed made by our ancestors. ”

Zhao Qingwu and her ancestors are all special at making ointments, her grandfather used to be the imperial doctor in the imperial court, although her grandfather did not have such a high status, but he didn't know how many people he saved.

So their medical skills have been passed down from generation to generation to this stage, Zhao Qingwu is still the only generation, and they must have passed these on to her, but Zhao Qingwu is more like a man and a child, she doesn't like to engage in these plasters, she likes to practice martial arts, so she will further her studies in martial arts.

As soon as they heard that it was really their ancestors who did it themselves, the doctor must have been even more curious, and wanted to know what it was.

Zhao Qingwu almost forgot all those formulas, so he said some medicinal materials, these doctors have never heard of them, so they feel very strange, is there really such medicinal materials in the world?

It is because of the mystery of medicinal materials that they feel that this Zhao Qingwu is indeed too mysterious.

The director of the hospital had already had a very deep sense of admiration for Zhao Qingwu, and at this time, he heard that the doctor was so powerful, so he expressed great interest in her.

"Can you stay in our hospital for a symposium?"

There are very few people who can be personally invited by the dean to hold a symposium, almost none of them exist, and now it is a child.

Zhao Qingwu didn't know that the dean had never invited others to hold a symposium, so she refused, and as a result, this refusal made those doctors feel incredible.

"I won't hold a symposium, but if I were asked to share the ointment, I wouldn't be able to share it." It's not that Zhao Qingwu is unwilling to share, but because she doesn't know that the formulas of these ointments are all her senior brother's.

For these doctors, Zhao Qingwu is like a rare animal: "Actually, I really hope you can share it." ”

In the face of such enthusiastic doctors, and the fact that these doctors had a very good attitude towards her during this time, Zhao Qingwu was also very relieved, so she told them what she knew as much as possible: "It's not that I don't want to share, but I have to tell you that I don't have these formulas, and my senior brother knows more about them." ”

Because she is the only daughter in the family, her parents always hope that she can study medicine, but Zhao Qingwu likes martial arts more, so she doesn't learn much about this technology, but her senior brother Zhang Desheng is particularly fond of medicine, so her parents almost passed on medical skills to her senior brother.

Senior Brother is indeed a miraculous existence in her heart, his medical skills are particularly clever, and there are almost no patients he can't heal well.

Although her eldest brother is so powerful, and he is also very special, there is a little bit of a bad thing.

This senior brother's temper is as strange as others, which makes Zhao Qingwu a little confused, plus he always likes to be mysterious, Zhao Qingwu can't understand what he is thinking.

As soon as she heard that her senior brother understood these ointments, she was even more curious: "Then can we meet your senior brother and have a good discussion with him about art?" ”

"Well, I'm really embarrassed, because my senior brother is a dragon who doesn't see the head and tail, and he is relatively low-key, so he doesn't want to talk more in front of others, and I just feel very difficult to find him now."

This big brother of hers is really completely different from others, everyone else likes to be at home, but he is different, he always likes to run around, and he will not stay in the gang all year round, saying that he is going to do good, not doing good, as if he can't be idle.

When the doctor heard his daughter's words, he was really a little disappointed.

But they really hope that Zhao Qingwu can stay in the hospital, and then talk to them more about the secret recipe of this scald medicine, and you are a little embarrassed to say this to them: "I'm really embarrassed, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I really don't." ”

At this time, suddenly there were many people outside, and all of them looked extremely burly, Zhao Qingwu's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled when she saw this group of people, because people like her who practice martial arts know that this group of people must be very strong in martial arts, and all of them can do light skills.

As for why they were in such a hurry, Zhao Qingwu always guessed a little bad thing.

Finally, someone in the crowd asked, "What's going on?" ”

Later, someone answered these questions: "I heard that the abbot of Shaolin Temple was injured and his condition is very critical, and now he is running to our side." ”

As soon as he heard that it was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zhao Qingwu must have been the fastest.

But she had already heard the little monk say that these people said that the female devil did it, why is the abbot injured like this now?

The abbot's arm was injured, and the knife wound was particularly serious, and it was obvious that he was maliciously injured by others.