"Grandpa, I ....."

Qiao Yueyue's face was full of horror, looking at her angry grandfather.

"Let me tell you."

Song Ming shrugged his shoulders and said coldly: "Your granddaughter, I think you are too tired to sacrifice the life of a little girl, do you think it is important for you to rest or the life of the little girl just now?" ”

"When we are doctors, of course, we put patients first." Master Qiao answered Song Ming's question seriously.

"Oh? It seems that you old man is also very knowledgeable. Song Ming touched his trouser pocket and said coldly.

"Little brother, I see that you are familiar with medical skills, why don't we two discuss it?" Divine Doctor Qiao really looked at Song Ming's medical skills and was indeed very familiar, as if it was the medical skills used by Divine Doctor Xia, one of the three major divine doctors in Shangjing, almost the same technique, and wanted to discuss one or two with Song Ming.

Perhaps, Song Ming is the apprentice of Doctor Xia.

"No, I'm here today to buy some medicinal herbs, and I really don't want to buy them when you look like you today." Song Ming said in a weird way, this voice is indeed a bit disgusting.

"Little brother, you can pick whatever medicinal herbs you said, how about we discuss one or two?" Doctor Qiao hurriedly kept Song Ming.

"Pick?" Song Ming frowned.

"Yes, take your pick."

Divine Doctor Qiao nodded.

"Okay, I want a hundred years of ginseng, and half a lotus, purslane, and ghost needle." Song Ming put his hands in his trouser pockets and asked, "Two copies of each of these, do you have them in the store?" ”

"Yes, Yueyue, why don't you go soon?" Divine Doctor Qiao snorted coldly, "I'll settle accounts with you tonight!" ”

Qiao Yueyue's face was full of grievances, so she could only obey her grandfather's orders and go to the pharmacy alone to find medicine.

Song Ming and Divine Doctor Qiao sat in the hall of the Divine Doctor Hall, and Divine Doctor Qiao smiled and asked, "Dare to ask the little brother's surname?" The contemptible man is called Qiao Dongsheng. ”

"Song Ming."

"You are Song Ming?"

When Qiao Dongsheng heard the word Song Ming, his eyes lit up.

"Could it be that you are the little divine doctor who taught the Nine Lives of Life and Death Needle to Lao Xia?" Doctor Qiao was so happy that he actually met Song Ming the next day after coming to Qincheng.

"Hmm." Song Ming saw Qiao Dongsheng's extremely fanatical eyes, and he was really a little overwhelmed.

"Sure enough, the hero is a boy." Qiao Dongsheng looked Song Ming up and down and sighed, "I don't know if Little Brother Song, do you have a girlfriend?" ”

"I already have a wife." Song Ming nodded slightly, looking at Qiao Yueyue with an unhappy face and placing the medicinal herbs in front of Song Ming.

"I don't know what little brother Song does, what is the purpose of needing these medicinal materials?" Qiao Dongsheng asked.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't."

Song Ming took the medicinal herbs with an unhappy face, and hated others asking questions the most, so he got up and left.

Qiao Dongsheng smiled bitterly and shook his head, it seems that this Song Ming is different from that kid in Shangjing.

After Song Ming left, Qiao Yueyue was about to say something, but was interrupted by Qiao Dongsheng.

"Go and copy the Compendium of Materia Medica ten times." Qiao Dongsheng looked at his granddaughter who was not a weapon, and couldn't help but scold.

His precious granddaughter, but he almost missed it, the legendary Nine Lives Needle of Life and Death.

Improving medical skills is such a thing, but it is the most precious thing in his Qiao Dongsheng's life.

Qiao Dongsheng is one of the three great doctors in Yanxia along with Doctor Xia.

Song Ming returned home with a large bag of Chinese herbs, Xu Zhien sat on the sofa and played with his mobile phone, "What a big smell, Song Ming, what are you holding in your hand?" Xu Zhien couldn't stand the smell a little, and covered his nose and said.

"You'll find out tonight." Song Ming smiled mysteriously and changed his shoes to the kitchen.

Xu Zhien was confused, and he didn't ask Song Ming more, and continued to play with a short video on his mobile phone.

Song Ming was in the kitchen, and after distributing some herbs, he thought of a question, what should I do without an alchemy furnace?

Song Ming touched his chin and thought, the Wanwu Ding that he had snatched from the top alchemist in his previous life was still left in the immortal realm, and if he bought it in this life, he was afraid that the year was not enough, and the materials for making the tripod were not good enough, which would definitely affect the entire alchemy process and the effect of the pill.

"It's hard now." Song Ming sighed and muttered in a low voice.

Everything is ready, only Dongfeng owes it, and he thought of the medicinal materials that he could buy, but he didn't expect that he was now just a small quenching realm, how could he directly use spiritual fire to refine the elixir.

"Huh? This pressure cooker? Looks like it works. ”

Song Ming stared at the pressure cooker placed on the gas stove, if he couldn't refine the pill, he could refine some medicine residue.

"That's it!" Song Ming put the water in the pressure cooker, then chopped up the allotted Chinese herbs with a kitchen knife, and then poured the nectar and Chinese herbs collected on Phoenix Mountain this morning into the pressure cooker.

"Wait until the water boils dry."

Song Ming estimated the time, probably a few hours.

So, Song Ming sat on the small bench and fell asleep, until Xu Zhien yelled anxiously: "Song Ming, what are you doing?!" ”

Song Ming's eyes suddenly widened, and he found that the entire kitchen was full of smoke, and the pressure cooker on the gas stove emitted a faint fragrance.

"Didn't do anything." Song Ming saw Xu Zhien rushing in, Xu Zhien, who was choking on smoke, coughed vigorously, took Song Ming's hand with red eyes, and said, "Hurry up, it's dangerous here." ”

"It's okay, it'll be fine when the smoke clears." Song Ming waited for the smoke to disperse through the window, then turned on the pressure cooker, and a large lump of black mud like mud lay quietly at the bottom of the pot.

Xu Zhien pinched his nose, leaned against Song Ming, and looked at the lump of black mud in the pressure cooker, "What are you doing?" Xu Zhien twisted Song Ming's waist and asked.

"This is a special mask that heals the scars on your face." Song Ming touched his nose and smiled a little embarrassed, in fact, he didn't want to make it like this, because there was no such thing as an alchemy tripod or an alchemy furnace, he could only make a semi-finished product.

"Alright, I know you're good for me. Hurry up and pack up and cook, I'm hungry. Xu Zhien shook her head helplessly, she knew that Song Ming was good for her, but Song Ming was too good at tossing, and it seemed like there was a fire in the house.

"Hey, Zhi'en, you believe me." Song Ming watched Xu Zhien return to the hall and sit on the sofa and shook his head.

Song Ming used his fingers to put the black mud on his fingers, put the black mud on his fingers and put it to his nose and smelled it, there was a strong smell of medicine, and there was a trace of aura.

"Zhi'en, Zhi'en."

Song Ming ran out of the kitchen, sat on the sofa, and said, "Let's not talk about eating yet, you just wipe this on your face, just like putting on a mask." ”

Xu Zhien's eyes looked like a fool, looked at Song Ming and said, "Song Ming, can you do something practical?" I've really read too many novels, and I can heal the scar on my face by buying some medicine, right? ”

"What do you mean?" Song Ming went through a lot of hardships and finally refined the residue of the anti-trace pill for Xu Zhien, but Xu Zhien didn't appreciate it, so Song Ming was a little angry.

"Okay, okay, I can't put it on."

Xu Zhien pursed his lips, looked at Song Ming's somewhat angry face, and still endured the huge pain and smeared the residue of Song Ming's special anti-mark pill.

"That's all right, isn't it?" Xu Zhien looked disgusted, and his face was full of unhappiness.

"Well, that's right, I'll cook." Song Ming saw that Xu Zhien had smeared the residue of his own special anti-marking pill, so he went to cook with confidence.

Xu Zhien looked helpless, she received Song Ming's wishes, and she also knew that Song Ming went out very early today, in order to create such a surprise for her, she couldn't let Song Ming down.

The medicine residue on Xu Zhien's face was working at this time, Xu Zhien felt so itchy on his face, he wanted to scratch it with his hands, but it felt cool.

Could it be that Song Ming really made it?

Xu Zhien lay quietly on the sofa, waiting for the itchy feeling to disappear, and after about ten minutes, Xu Zhien felt that it should be okay, and slowly removed the slag mask on his face in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

"Ahh This ...... Song Ming, I'm fine. Xu Zhien looked at himself in front of the mirror, the scars on his face actually improved, and he could even feel that his skin was even better than before, and even much whiter.

The traces of staying up late on the face have also been removed, and even some traces of pits are gone, as intact as a baby's skin.

Song Ming wore an apron at the door of the bathroom, holding a spatula in one hand and said, "I said it all, believe me correctly." ”

"Song Ming, you can go and make some money with this!"