This "Holy Book of Medicine" is a medical technique handed down by the ancient Shennong, according to the above records, no disease can not be cured, no disease can not be cured.

"No wonder the master said that this book was most likely written by an immortal." For the above statement, Zhao Xiyang was very excited.

Life in the world is nothing but birth, old age, sickness and death, this "Holy Book of Medicine" can not only cure diseases, but also live the dead, flesh and bones, extremely mysterious. The heart said that after having this book, any disease can be cured, and it will not be possible to walk sideways there

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiyang hurriedly continued to look down, but saw that there was still a golden light behind him, blocking the words.

Zhao Xiyang was angry, the first few sentences were nothing more than a compliment to the subtlety of the book, and the latter was the most important thing.

"How the hell is this Holy Book of Medicine restored?"

Zhao Xiyang had some doubts about why half a page of the "Holy Book of Medicine" was suddenly restored.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhao Xiyang simply stopped thinking about it, but turned around and began to study the streamer that hit his brain just now.

Zhao Xiyang crossed his legs and knees, closed his eyes and studied for a moment without knowing the essentials, as if the streamer was just an illusion he saw, if it wasn't for the pain of the swelling in his brain, he wouldn't dare to be sure.

"What the hell is this?"

Zhao Xiyang, who had just opened his eyes, shouted in surprise, and in front of him was a piece of grass that was about to reach the roof. From his memory, he could tell it was a grass.

"Xiyang, do you still want to sleep?" Zhao Fugui in the other room seemed to be woken up by Zhao Xiyang's voice.

"I'll sleep right away." Zhao Xiyang, who was afraid of being taught by his father again, hurriedly said.

"Sleep when you want, don't fool around." Zhao Fugui's voice came again.

"Hey, I see." Zhao Xiyang glanced at the grass in front of him and carefully answered his father's words.

After carefully appeasing his father, Zhao Xiyang carefully observed the grass in front of him.

"Judging from this appearance, it should be a dog's tail grass." After studying for a long time, Zhao Xiyang nodded and said.

"It's just, how did this grass grow so tall and mutate? Aliens are coming? Zhao Xiyang was a little puzzled.

Since he couldn't figure it out, Zhao Xiyang had to carefully return to the yard and find a shovel and bring it into the house, he was going to shovel this 'grass', otherwise it would be difficult for his father to explain it when he saw it tomorrow.

In the end, Zhao Xiyang shoveled the 'grass' and carefully placed it on the ground, not daring to show the slightest sound, because his father was still sleeping in the next room, and Zhao Xiyang, who was afraid of his father, certainly didn't dare to disturb it.

It's just that looking at this 'grass' Zhao Xiyang began to worry again.

Because the grass was so big, he had no place to throw it, and his family still lived in the village, so even if he took it out of his home, there was no place to throw it.

"Stupid." Zhao Xiyang patted his head and then remembered that there is a space in the ring, and if you put the 'grass' in it, you can just find a place to throw it away.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiyang hurriedly put the ring in his hand close to the 'grass', and put the grass into the ring with a twist of thought.

After doing everything well, Zhao Xiyang also sat happily on the bed, dreaming that after repairing the "Holy Book of Medicine", medical skills would improve by leaps and bounds and shock the world.

Zhao Xiyang slept well this night, and the fatigue of running around during the day made him fall asleep quickly. The villagers who received the tea sent by Zhao Xiyang during the day all improved their condition after drinking the tea.

The next day, when the villagers saw Uncle Yang working in the fields, their eyes almost popped out. Everyone in the village knew that Uncle Yang was suffering from a strange disease, he was bedridden all the year round, and he went to many hospitals, but he was helpless about his condition.

However, now Uncle Yang is in good spirits, as if he has never been sick. The nearby villagers who were doing farm work hurriedly surrounded Uncle Yang and interrogated him with gossip.

Uncle Yang unreservedly told Zhao Xiyang about his healing, and many villagers were very convinced of his medical skills since they heard that Zhao Xiyang saved the county magistrate last time.

"Don't you see that old Zhangtou?"

"Didn't you say that Lao Zhang's lower body was paralyzed, and now he can walk."

"You see, there's Widow Lee."

The villagers talked about Zhao Xiyang's medical skills, and saw that the villagers suffering from various diseases in the village appeared one after another, "God! ”

Zhao Xiyang was absent from work for a few days, and the investigation was put on hold, so he honestly returned to work in the village hospital.

I thought that when I entered the door, I would see Dr. Guo's long donkey face, but I didn't expect it to be a black crowd.

"Have so many people been sick lately?" Seeing that Dr. Guo's seat was full of people, Zhao Xiyang muttered.

"Zhao Xiyang! You've come just in time. Doctor Guo was dizzy from being besieged by the crowd, and his sharp eyes happened to see Zhao Xiyang standing at the door, and hurriedly shouted.

People were startled by Dr. Guo's sudden outburst, and they all fell silent. Dr. Guo took the opportunity to cross the crowd, pulled Zhao Xiyang's clothes and said, "This is Zhao Xiyang, if you have anything, look for him!" ”

Zhao Xiyang was confused, and after seeing the wolf-like eyes of the crowd, he felt that this Dr. Guo was not fixing him, and hurriedly spoke: "I can't compare to Dr. Guo in terms of art, so let's ask Dr. Guo to take a look." ”

"We're not here to see a doctor."

"We're here to buy health tea."

The crowd began to stir again, and Zhao Xiyang's brain was buzzing with one sentence after another. "Stop, shut up!" Zhao Xiyang is one head and two big, no wonder Dr. Guo sees himself like a savior, and it is really terrifying to be besieged by the crowd.

"Shut up!" Zhao Xiyang yelled, "No matter how noisy there is, there's nothing!" ”

This sentence finally worked, and many people were reluctant to offend Zhao Xiyang, and I heard that the health tea was passed on by him.

Zhao Xiyang smiled with satisfaction, motioned for the crowd to get out of the way, and walked to his exclusive seat, before he said unhurriedly, "Pour me a glass of water." ”

The crowd crowded to the kettle, scrambling to pour water for Zhao Xiyang.

"This group of people are from outside, and they heard that there is a kind of health tea in our village that can cure all diseases, so they all went to the hospital to beg for it." Doctor Guo looked at Zhao Xiyang, who was hanging his son, and asked: "This matter was spread very quickly, and now people outside know that the health tea is true or false?" ”

Zhao Xiyang took a sip of water unhurriedly, looked at Dr. Guo's eyes about to eat people, and then said slowly: "It's true!" ”

"Oh my God! Please, you must sell it to us, no matter how much money I am willing to pay. ”

"Me too!"

The crowd began to scramble to speak again, and after seeing Zhao Xiyang's silent appearance, everyone slowly quieted down again.