Zhang Wenzhong opened the door and got out of the car, and with the help of Yue Zimin, he took out the woven bag of Chinese medicinal materials from the trunk with great difficulty. After taking two breaths, Fang Cai chuckled indifferently and said, "Old Yue, you are too modest, with your talent and diligence, I believe that you can go deeper and farther in the medical path." Of course, this also has a premise, that is, you must maintain the heart of a healer at all times, and you can't let money and power corrupt it. Otherwise, you will not be able to move an inch in the medical path. ”

Zhang Wenzhong's words are old-fashioned, and he has the posture of teaching the latter to the end of his studies as a senior. If other people who knew Yue Zimin saw this scene, they would definitely be surprised that their jaws fell to the ground. Who is Yue Zimin? He is a well-known authority figure in the domestic medical circles! A hairy boy who has not even been able to grow a beard dares to use such a tone to teach him a lesson?

But Yue Zimin didn't think so, he nodded solemnly, and arched his hand towards Zhang Wenzhong and said, "Be taught!"

Zhang Wenzhong smiled.

took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket and looked at the time, Zhang Wenzhong said: "It's not early now, you still have to go to work in the afternoon, and my house is quite messy, so I won't invite you to go up and sit." If there is a chance in the future, let's talk about it again. ”

"Okay, okay. Yue Zimin, who had been deeply impressed by Zhang Wenzhong, nodded hurriedly in response, and then he made another request: "Mr. Zhang, can you give me your mobile phone number? ”

Yue Zimin believes in a saying: 'Those who reach are the first, and those who are capable are teachers'. If it weren't for the fear that Zhang Wenzhong would refuse, he would even want to worship Zhang Wenzhong as a teacher. Although he is not apprenticed now, Yue Zimin also secretly reminded himself in his heart that from now on, he should treat Zhang Wenzhong the same way he treats his teacher.

Zhang Wenzhong was very satisfied with Yue Zimin's medical ethics and character, so he did not refuse Yue Zimin's request, and told Yue Zimin his mobile phone number with a smile.

After exchanging mobile phone numbers, Zhang Wenzhong dragged the woven bag of Chinese medicinal materials, stood at the entrance of the old-fashioned residential building, and waved goodbye to Yue Zimin. It wasn't until Yue Zimin drove away from the community that he laboriously dragged the woven bag of Chinese medicinal materials and slowly climbed upstairs.

When he climbed to the front of his house, Zhang Wenzhong was already tired and panting, and he was sweating profusely. Just dragging such twenty or thirty catties of Chinese medicinal materials upstairs almost made his bones fall apart. From this, it can also be seen how weak his current body has become. No wonder he died suddenly because he couldn't withstand the fright of thunder and lightning.

Zhang Wenzhong tried his best to adjust his breathing, and after two deep breaths, his disordered qi was finally smooth. At the same time, the feeling of suffocation accumulated in the chest has also been greatly weakened.

Zhang Wenzhong took out the key, opened the door, dragged the woven bag of Chinese medicinal materials, and entered the house.

After a short rest, Zhang Wenzhong opened the woven bag and took out all the Chinese medicinal materials that had been placed inside and sorted and wrapped in a yellow paper bag. On these yellow paper bags, the names of Chinese medicines are marked with black pens. However, this does not mean much to Zhang Wenzhong. In this world, how could there be medicinal herbs that he didn't know?

The dozen or so medicinal materials that Zhang Wenzhong asked for from the Chinese medicine pharmacy of Yongcheng Hospital were all common. For example, ginseng, atractylodes, poria and the like are all medicinal materials that benefit qi, and like **myrrh interruption, they are medicinal materials that promote blood circulation and eliminate blood stasis, and connect bones and tendons. Therefore, Zhang Wenzhong was not worried that someone would be able to see something unusual from these ordinary medicinal materials.

Zhang Wenzhong looked at the dozen or so medicinal herbs placed on the ground, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It is these more than a dozen ordinary medicinal materials, after precise compatibility, can become the most famous marrow-washing I Ching soup in the cultivation world, this is a miraculous decoction that can greatly improve a person's physique! Even in the cultivation world, it is difficult to find a soup! And the founder of this marrow-washing I Ching soup is also he Zhang Wenzhong!

Many Xiuzhen families and cultivators are willing to pay a lot of money to buy a bowl of I Ching soup for washing the marrow. In the past, there were also many Xiuzhen families and great sects of Xiuzhen who organized alchemy disciples and spent huge manpower and material resources to research the ingredients of the I Ching soup for washing the marrow, but in the end they all ended in failure.

Zhang Wenzhong turned around and entered the kitchen, and pulled out an earthen casserole that was already covered with cobwebs from under the stove.

This clay casserole was originally bought by Zhang Wenzhong in the past and was intended to be used for stewing. But alas, it hasn't been able to come in handy since I bought it, and now it's finally useful.

Under the water pipe, after washing the clay pot inside and out, Zhang Wenzhong put it on the natural gas stove. Then, according to the compatibility and dosage of the medicinal materials of the I Ching soup, the herbs of the flavor were put into this clay casserole in the order in which they should be, and finally five bowls of water were added to the clay casserole, and then the natural gas was unscrewed.

Zhang Wenzhong waited for the water to boil, then turned the fire into a simmer, and slowly boiled it with a simmer.

A bowl of I Ching soup needs to be boiled for 40 minutes, and five bowls of water are boiled into a bowl of water to produce the desired effect. Whether the time of pride is a minute earlier or a minute late, it will not have the effect of washing the marrow of the I Ching. Similarly, if you can't boil five bowls of water into one bowl within the specified time, it will not have the effect of washing the marrow of the I Ching.

Forty minutes, Zhang Wenzhong didn't want to waste it in vain. So he moved a chair and sat down in the kitchen. Then from the pocket of his clothes, he took out the silver needle box with the metal needle.

Looking at this silver needle box, Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and said to himself: "After receiving my salary next month, I have to buy a box of gold needles no matter what." These metal needles are too hard, and many acupuncture techniques are difficult to perform, which is really inconvenient. ”

Zhang Wenzhong quickly pinched the metal needles from the needle box with both hands, and accurately and quickly pierced into the twelve dorsal acupoints, twelve abdominal recruitment acupoints and six Xiahe acupoints.

Because this body is too weak now, Zhang Wenzhong can only stimulate the potential in this body by stimulating acupuncture points first. Then it can be combined with the marrow washing I Ching soup to really have the effect of washing the marrow of the I Ching.

Zhang Wenzhong gave himself an acupuncture, while paying attention to the decoction in the clay casserole.

Forty minutes may seem like a long time, but for Zhang Wenzhong, who is concentrated, it is fleeting.

The rich aroma of traditional Chinese medicine wafts throughout the kitchen, refreshing people's hearts and spleens, making people feel refreshed and refreshed after smelling it.

Forty minutes have passed, and the five bowls of water in the clay casserole have also become one bowl, and the marrow washing I Ching soup is completed.

Zhang Wenzhong turned off the fire first, and then took out the metal needles inserted in the acupuncture points around his body. Then he took a wet towel, put on the handle of the clay casserole, and poured the brown-yellow decoction into the porcelain bowl that had been prepared.

Putting down the clay pot, Zhang Wenzhong picked up the porcelain bowl and drank the hot soup in one bite.

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