Shen Zhen couldn't bear to look at it.

What is it called.

This barks, trick the dog in and kill!

You're enough.

The little pharmacist below whispered, and his face was excited.

"Dr. Song is finally going to make a move."

"That's right, just treat the kid, thinking that she is Professor Hua's grandson and can look down on people like this?"

"Come on, Dr. Song."

Huanong goatee glared.

"What's the coax, don't hurry up and prepare."

The little pharmacists shut up in fright.

Is there such a way to protect your grandchildren?

They looked at Song Yun and silently encouraged.

Come on, Dr. Song.

Being looked at by them like this, Song Yun was even more competitive.

She walked over to the test booth.

Pick up a knife and sharpen it.

It's not like she doesn't know how to use knives.

On the contrary, in her early years, the master saw that her qualifications were mediocre, and let her practice cutting and grinding medicine.

The other brothers and sisters have learned to concoct the pulse diagnosis, and she can only cut the medicine and fry it.

This study is five years.

At the base, there is no one more skilled in knife work than her.

She sneered inwardly.

I want to see her lose face, and she deserves it!

The blade is sharpened.

Cut the medicine and break it.

Song Yun picked up an inch of white peony.

"If there is a competition, there are rules, it is determined by an inch of white peony, the shortest time, and the one with the most pieces wins, how about it?"

Qiao Yu nodded.

"Just do as you say."

The atmosphere of the audience fell silent for a moment.

"Doctor Song is going to cut the medicine."

All the little pharmacists craned their necks to look this way.

Suddenly.

The cold light fell.

The crisp sound of the blade cutting on the board resounded throughout the medical base.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"So fast!"

But for a moment, you can only see the afterimage of the sword light falling!

"This knife technique, if you don't have ten years, I'm afraid you won't be able to practice."

"Could it be that Dr. Song is Professor Hua's most proud disciple."

"This kid is doomed."

The crowd whispered.

Expectation, excitement, adoration, all kinds of expressions, all kinds of expressions, appeared on everyone's faces.

This is the most genius pharmacist in Great Xia.

Worthy of their idol!

"Tuk-"

The knife stopped.

There was a sudden stirring in the air.

"Three minutes and fifteen seconds!"

Depend on!

So fast!

A few little pharmacists took the initiative to come over and start counting the tablets.

"A total of 290 tablets!"

Again.

The scene is boiling!

One inch of white peony 290 pieces!

Who can beat it!

"Look, this white peony is so thin."

Someone picked up the white peony that fell on the ground and showed it to everyone.

The transparent root herbs, which can almost be seen in the veins, shine in the sunlight.

Drink –

"Good knife technique!"

Song Yun looked at everyone's admiration with satisfaction.

She picked up the white peony that had just been cut and blew lightly into the air.

The white peony, which is as thin as the wings of a cicada, is like a swan feather flying snow, floating in the air.

"It turns out that this is Bai Shao flying into the sky!"

The admiration is thunderous!

Resounding throughout the base, all boiling!

3 minutes and 15 seconds, 290 pieces!

This record!

Ignite the audience!

Song Yun ignored it, she walked in front of Huanong and bowed her head.

"I didn't lose my master's face."

Huanong nodded.

"Your fundamentals have always been solid."

Song Yun smiled softly.

If you can get Master's words, it's worth it.

"Even Professor Hua has praised it, now it's up to this kid to do something."

Everyone woke up from the excitement just now.

They all looked at Qiao Yu.

Even Huanong is too.

Let's be honest.

It was also the first time he had seen this kid's knife work.

There's still a little bit to look forward to.

His apprentice's knife work can be described as perfect and perfect.

This kid, how can you compare? How to win?

Qiao Yu squatted down, picked up a piece of white peony, and praised it.

"It's really a good knife technique."

She held out a hand.

"Bring a knife."

Depend on!

This kid really dares to compare!

(End of chapter)