Chapter 12: Xi Meng Yi Jing Tang

  Zhang Wenzhong got out of the car and, with the help of Yue Zimin, laboriously carried out a large bag of Chinese medicinal herbs from the trunk. After taking two deep breaths, he calmly smiled and said: "Yue Lao, you are too modest. With your talent and diligence, I believe you can go further in the field of medicine. Of course, there is one prerequisite, that is to always maintain a doctor's heart, and not let money and power corrupt it. Otherwise, you will find it difficult to make progress in the field of medicine."

  Zhang Wenzhong's words were spoken with an air of superiority, as if he was a senior teaching his junior. If others who knew Yue Zimin had seen this scene, they would have been shocked to the point where their jaws would have dropped to the ground. Who is Yue Zimin? He is a renowned authority in the domestic medical field! A young whippersnapper who can't even grow a full beard dares to use such a tone to lecture him - isn't this turning the world upside down?!

  However, Yue Zimin did not think so. He nodded solemnly and bowed his hands to Zhang Wenzhong, saying: "I humbly accept your teachings!"

  Zhang Wenzhong smiled and nodded his head.

  He took out the mobile phone in his pocket and looked at the time, saying: "It's not early now, you still have to go to work this afternoon, and my home is a bit messy, so I won't invite you up. If there's another chance in the future, we can have a good chat over tea."

  "Okay, okay." Yue Zimin, who had already been deeply convinced by Zhang WenZhong, nodded hastily and replied. Then he made another request: "Mr. Zhang, can I have your phone number? During the holidays, I'd like to invite you out for tea and ask for your advice on some medical questions."

  Yue Zimin believed in one sentence: 'Those who can express themselves are the first, and those who are capable are the teachers.' If he wasn't worried that Zhang Wenzhong would refuse, he even wanted to ask Zhang Wenzhong to be his teacher. Although he didn't become an apprentice now, Yue Zimin also reminded himself in his heart that from then on, he should treat Zhang Wenzhong like a teacher.

  Zhang Wen-zhong was very satisfied with Yue Zi-min's medical ethics and character, so he did not refuse Yue Zi-min's request, and smiled as he told Yue Zi-min his mobile phone number.

  After exchanging phone numbers, Zhang Wen-zhong dragged the woven bag of Chinese medicine to the entrance of the old residential building and waved goodbye to Yue Zi-min. He waited until Yue Zi-min drove away from the neighborhood before slowly dragging the woven bag of Chinese medicine upstairs with great effort.

  When he crawled to his own door, Zhang Wen had already become breathless and was sweating profusely. Just dragging these twenty or thirty kilograms of Chinese medicine upstairs almost made his bones scatter. From this, it can also be seen that his current body has become weak to what extent. No wonder he would die suddenly from a heart attack due to being unable to withstand the shock of thunder and lightning.

  Zhang Wenzhong made a concerted effort to adjust his breathing, and after two deep breaths, his disordered gas machine finally adjusted smoothly. At the same time, the suffocating feeling of oppression that had been accumulating in his chest also greatly weakened.

  Zhang Wen-zhong then took out the key, opened the door, and dragged the woven bag of Chinese medicinal herbs into the house.

  After a short rest, Zhang Wenzhong opened the woven bag and took out all the Chinese medicinal materials that had been sorted and packaged in yellow paper bags. On these yellow paper bags, the names of the Chinese medicines were marked with black ink. However, this didn't mean much to Zhang Wenzhong. How could there be any medicinal material in this world that he didn't recognize?

  Zhang Wen-zhong brought back a dozen or so medicinal herbs from the Chinese medicine room of Yongcheng Hospital, all of which were ordinary and common. For example, ginseng, white peony, and tuckahoe are all tonifying herbs; while frankincense, myrrh, and diphtheria are blood-activating and stasis-resolving herbs that connect bones and tendons. Therefore, Zhang Wen-zhong was not worried that anyone would be able to see anything unusual from these ordinary medicinal herbs.

  Zhang Wenzhong looked at the dozen or so medicinal herbs laid out on the ground, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

  It's just these dozen or so ordinary medicinal herbs, after precise matching, can become the famous Washing Marrow and Changing Bones Broth in the Cultivation Realm, which is a magical medicine that can greatly improve one's physique! Even in the Cultivation Realm, it's hard to come by! And the creator of this Washing Marrow and Changing Bones Broth was none other than Zhang Wenzhong himself!

  Many immortal families and sects are willing to pay a high price for a bowl of Washing Marrow Easy Classics Soup. There have also been many immortal families and sects that organized alchemy disciples, spending huge amounts of manpower and resources, trying to research the composition of Washing Marrow Easy Classics Soup, but ultimately ended in failure.

  Zhang Wenzhong turned around and entered the kitchen, rummaging under the stove to produce a clay pot that was already covered in cobwebs.

  This earthen pot was originally bought by Zhang WenZhong to stew vegetables, but unfortunately it has never been used since then. Now it finally comes in handy.

  Under the tap, Zhang Wen-zhong thoroughly washed the clay pot inside and out. Only then did he put it on the gas stove. Following the medicinal ingredients and dosages of the Washing Marrow and Benefiting Essence Decoction, he added each ingredient in the proper order to the clay pot. Finally, he added five bowls of water to the pot before turning on the gas.

  Zhang Wenzhong waited for the water to boil and then turned the fire into a gentle flame, slowly simmering it over low heat.

  A bowl of Xiǎo Yī Jīng Tāng requires forty minutes of decoction, and only when five bowls of water are reduced to one bowl can the desired effect be achieved. If the time is proud, whether it's a minute early or late, it won't have the effect of Xiǎo Yī Jīng. Similarly, if you can't reduce the five bowls of water to one bowl within the specified time, it also won't have the effect of Xiǎo Yī Jīng.

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

  Looking at the silver needle box, Zhang Wenzhong shook his head and muttered to himself: "Next month after receiving my salary, I must buy a box of gold needles no matter what. These metal needles are too hard, many acupuncture techniques are difficult to perform, it's really inconvenient."

  Zhang Wen-zhong quickly picked up a metal needle from the needle box with both hands and accurately and swiftly inserted it into twelve back Shu points, twelve abdominal Mu points, and six lower He points.

  Because this body is now too weak, Zhang Wen Zhong can only stimulate the acupoints to stimulate the potential of this body. Then, in conjunction with washing marrow and replacing bone decoction, it can truly achieve the effect of washing marrow and replacing bone.

  Zhang Wen-zhong was giving himself an injection while keeping an eye on the medicinal soup in the earthen pot.

  Forty minutes seemed like a long time, but for Zhang Wen-zhong who was focused, it passed in the blink of an eye.

  Thick Chinese medicine fragrance wafts through the entire kitchen, refreshing the heart and spleen, making people feel refreshed and comfortable after smelling it.

  Forty minutes have passed and the five bowls of water in the clay pot have become one, the Shuigou Easy Birth Decoction is now complete.

  Zhang Wen Zhong first turned off the fire, and then he pulled out the metal needles inserted in the acupoints all over his body. Then he took a wet towel, wrapped it around the handle of the earthen pot, and poured the brownish medicine into a ceramic bowl that had been prepared long ago.

  He put down the earthen pot and Zhang Wenzhong picked up a porcelain bowl. In one gulp, he drank all the scalding medicinal soup.

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