grandfather!

Miss Jin cried with joy.

The family hurriedly brought warm water, and Mr. Jin took a few sips and breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally, I finally feel good."

He is still very weak, and his headache and retching are still there, but it is a world of difference compared to the time he started to get sick in the morning.

At least there is no life threatening.

The noble lady Zhao Xiaolian was ecstatic and knelt down at Chen Qingzhi again.

"Get up, the old man just woke up and hasn't been cured yet!"

Chen Qingzhi was still so calm: "I will prescribe a prescription. The medicine will cure the disease!"

At this time, everyone in the audience was respectful.

Even Li Yuemeng, the heir to Tianyue Pharmacy, pricked his ears!

"One qian of Gastrodia elata, five fen of Scutellaria baicalensis, orange peel and ginger as supplements, five fen of Bupleurum and Pinellia ternata, and licorice..."

Chen Qingzhi slowly spoke the prescription and finally said: "Fry three bowls into half a bowl, filter it with gauze, and take it warm!"

ah?!

Jin Lanxin came over and grabbed her hair: "But sir, this recipe is used by my grandfather. I have been using it since I was sick and I have not used it at all."

Everyone at the scene of this prescription is very familiar with, not to mention Li Yuemeng from Tianyue Pharmacy.

Chen Qingzhi looked at their expressions and smiled faintly: "The old man had wind and phlegm, chest tightness, dizziness, blackness in front of him and cold limbs. This is Shaoyang orgasm, Chaihu is the main medicine, and other medicinal materials are common, but the method of matching is not simple."

Jin Lanxin still doubted: "Sir, I'm too familiar with this recipe, it's really useless."

Chen Qingzhi smiled: "I told you that this prescription is fine. It is an ancient medical prescription called Tianxia Banshen San. It was passed down from medical books five hundred years ago. It is the right medicine to treat the old man's headache."

Li Yuemeng humbly asked: "Then why did the old man keep taking it but it didn't work? Could it be that there is something wrong with the medicinal materials?"

Chen Qingzhi glanced at her: "Most medicinal materials are normal. What you ignore is the key auxiliary materials, that is ginger!"

ah?

Ginger? Isn't that the most common thing?

Chen Qingzhi explained lightly: "When I wrote this prescription, it was ancient times. The ginger at that time was completely different from the present. There were many varieties of ginger in our ancient Daxia. Now, they were all fertilizers, greenhouses, and various varieties of ginger raised together, so using ginger as the medicine has no effect!"

I see.

Li Yuemeng was so impressed that she was so impressed that she didn't expect this.

Her eyes flashed: "Uncle, you are really extraordinary. My Tianyue Pharmacy has a lot of ginger used for medicine, and the variety is enough. What kind of thing do you think you need, I will ask someone to pick it up now."

"I need Mangshan Xiao ginger, which is an ancient variety. The ginger is very small, with a black skin and spicy taste. It is best to choose the old ginger. But it cannot be too dry, and ginger juice is needed."

Li Yuemeng hurriedly called.

But she quickly put down her phone awkwardly: "Sir, I'm really sorry, the person in charge of the medicinal material room at my house is too incompetent. He hasn't even heard of this variety."

Chen Qingzhi had expected it long ago.

He took out his cell phone: "I'll look for it!"

This call was called directly to Fang Lingsu!

The goddess doctor in the former Divine Doctor Hall is now the chairman of Lingsu Pharmaceutical Group.

When Fang Lingsu received a call from Chen Qingzhi, she cried: "Sir, do you look down on me? Why did you call me so late? Am I the last person to know your situation?"

Chen Qingzhi comforted her helplessly for a long time, explained her current situation, and asked: "Is there anyone from the Divine Doctor Hall in Huacheng? I need Mangshan Xiaojiang, this is a very rare variety."

"Sir, don't worry, Huacheng is fine. The president of Nanzhou National Pharmaceutical Association is my subordinate of the Divine Doctor Hall. I'll ask him to send it to you immediately." Fang Lingsu cried and laughed again: "I want to see you right away!"

Chen Qingzhi put down his cell phone and gave Mr. Jin two more needles. The others were waiting for his instructions respectfully.

Soon, the outside of Jinjia Manor was bustling.

A row of luxury cars drove around and almost blocked the road, and the posture was a bit scary.

The next time a man about fifty years old walked into the first car. He wiped his sweat and shouted as soon as he got off the car: "Come on, hurry up, except for Mangshan Xiaojiang, all other medicinal materials are ready. Remember, this is our direct order from Mr. Fang!"

What is the direct order of Fang Lingsu from the Divine Doctor Hall?

The group of people from the Nanzhou National Pharmaceutical Association were shocked. They were all famous Chinese medicine masters in Nanzhou Huacheng. One of them was Li Yuemeng's uncle and the general manager of Tianyue Pharmaceutical Hall.

Now they are carrying various herbs with their own hands and heading straight to the manor hall.

In the hall, Li Yuemeng was stunned first: "Uncle? Why are you here? And you still bring so many medicines?"

Ling Feishuang looked at it and was all big shots in the Chinese medicine industry. Any one of them stood up casually was even higher than Mr. Ling from Baozhitang.
Chapter completed!