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The medicinal properties of the herbs and the control of the heat during decoction are one of the important indicators to measure whether a TCM practitioner is professional. For He Yongsheng, a high-achieving student in the new era, he is not lacking in this indicator. Perhaps the only deficiency in him is that his qualifications are too shallow, and he does not have enough experience to support his rich theories.

The charcoal fire in the small stove burned more and more hot, but He Yongsheng stood aside and was not in a hurry, only to see his eyes staring at the flames of the charcoal fire, and he never relaxed for a moment.

At the moment when the flames of the charcoal fire turned from yellow to green, He Yong was vivid. Picked up the clay pot on one side and placed it firmly on the small stove. After the crockpot was completely dry, He Yongsheng put half a crockpot of water into it.

Stoves and clay pots may be just ordinary goods, but the water he uses is very particular. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is customary to call this water Tianjing water, but in layman's terms, another name for this water is more appropriate, rootless water!

Rootless water is not rootless, it is still water in mountains, rivers and lakes. However, rootless water is sublimated, so it strangles the earth's influence on water quality from the source. The rootless water, which has removed the earthy smell of the earth, is used in the decoction of traditional Chinese medicine, which will undoubtedly greatly reduce the damage to the medicinal effect of the medicinal herbs.

Now that it has been said here, He Yongsheng's idea is very clear. He was not alchemizing, but preparing to integrate the medicinal effects of the pill into the field of Chinese medicine that he had been in contact with for many years. The ultimate goal of what he did was to convert the medicinal effect of the Sipindan medicine Guyuan Dan into a decoction in traditional Chinese medicine through the method of decoction of traditional Chinese medicine, and then give it to Zhang Yan.

People are divided into men, women, old and young, and medicinal materials are naturally divided into three, six, nine and so on. In view of the different melting and boiling points of each medicinal material, He Yongsheng chose to decoction each medicinal material separately to maximize its curative effect as much as possible. Wait until all the herbs are decocted before considering how to integrate them.

The process of decoction is boring, but it is also the easiest time for people to improve. After all, only by enduring loneliness can you achieve great things. Having said that, the process of decocting the medicine does not seem to be a challenge for He Yongsheng. Soon, all the herbs of this class had been decocted. And He Yongsheng also correspondingly had more than a dozen small emerald green bamboo tubes in front of him, and these bamboo tubes all contained different decoctions. If you pour out the decoction in these bamboo tubes at this time, you will find that the amount of decoction in all bamboo tubes is the same. This situation, if placed in the present world, may be achieved through manual intervention, but for He Yongsheng, who has never used any kind of instrument, it seems a little incredible.

He Yongsheng looked at the more than ten bamboo tubes neatly placed on the ground, and his expression became more and more solemn. It seems that the time has come to the most critical time......

Lingboron branches are rare and precious, and they are a little less when you use a little. He Yongsheng cut the Lingboron branches into small Lingboron branches of the same length as carefully as possible. Then, without hesitation, the green liquid in this small section of the boron branch was dripped into individual bamboo tubes. It is also miraculous to say that as soon as this green liquid comes into contact with the black liquid, the color of the liquid begins to change to varying degrees, either soft or demonic.

In the final step, all of these individual liquids are fused. It may be easy to say, but it's very difficult to do. The degree to which each liquid medicine fuses with each other is different, and it is obviously an impossible task to fuse like this. That said, the humble licorice is used here.

Licorice is treated in a different way from other herbs, no water is added or heated, and the whole process is squeezed there by hand. Squeeze out the most useful things that are abundant in it, and this will be used to fuse other kinds of liquids, and as for the rest of the licorice, you can say goodbye here.

Everything seemed simple and smooth, and He Yongsheng was also surprised by the simplicity of it, so surprised that he didn't dare to guarantee that what he had made was the legendary Guyuan Pill. However, all the medicinal materials have been used by him, and even if he regrets it, he can't regret it. The final step is to collect the juice, and finally boil the fused liquid to the point of a bowl of water.

Now that the matter of the pill has been solved, what should I do about the next medicine?

He Yongsheng subconsciously touched his left chest again, carefully felt the strength of his heartbeat, and then clenched his left hand into a fist, and finally made up his mind.

Sperm blood is stored in the atrium of the heart, and because it is in the heart, the idea of using a knife to put some blood on yourself is directly unreliable. In fact, in this case, it is safest to use the kind of silver needle He Yongsheng used when he treated the third young master. This kind of silver needle is not only sharp, but also strong, and it is really the best choice for home bloodletting. However, the absence of a silver needle could not stop the path of He Yongsheng's mind. The method is simple, bamboo skewers!

Zhang Yan's hut is already in a large area of bamboo. A small bamboo skewer is not a big deal at all. However, He Yongsheng, who got the bamboo stick, was worried. This thing is not a joke, I come to my left chest like this, to be honest, it's nothing, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid, if I can't control the bleeding, what if I accidentally drain the blood in my atrium? Once the blood is gone, what is the meaning of life? No, I have to think of a perfect solution!

He Yongsheng groped for the small bamboo stick he was holding in his hand, and thoughts kept flying in his mind, and for a while, he really couldn't think of any good way to avoid this happening.

Time waits for no one, though. He was hesitating, but the potion in the clay pot above the small stove obviously couldn't wait any longer. Wisps of hot air came out, and then he looked into the crockpot, which seemed to be about to bottom out at this time, and the last almost a bowl of water was almost a bowl of liquid medicine, insisting on hovering under the crockpot, as if silently telling the preciousness of this medicine.

He Yongsheng subconsciously looked at Zhang Yan who was still lying on the bed, looking at his increasingly old face, He Yongsheng felt extremely guilty in his heart. Hehe, a few drops of essence blood can be exchanged for a life, isn't it worth it? He Yongsheng, He Yongsheng, you have always been known for your lawlessness, what do you have to be afraid of?

An empty bowl was held in He Yongsheng's hand, and then he no longer hesitated. Raise your right hand and hold the thin bamboo stick tightly in your hand. Gritting his teeth, he pressed hard, and after a soft sound, a touch of bright red fell down.

"Hiss......"

With a sharp inhalation, He Yongsheng trembled and picked up the bowl in his hand, close to his left chest, and drops of blood began to flow slowly. After a while, the robe and coat on his body showed a crimson eye-catching track......