After the introduction, the two sides were sitting there. Fortunately, the Zhang family's financial situation was good. Zhang Wenfeng left the relationship and got a single room for cadres, otherwise the group of people would not be able to squeeze in the ward.

The two sides sat down, Zhang Cuilan and Zhang Cuihua sisters served tea and water, and were also fed fruits, but they were afraid that if one of them was not careful and did not greet the person, the grandson of the saint Zhang felt dissatisfied and delayed the treatment of their old man.

"Okay, don't be busy anymore, I'll see the patient first." The holy hand Zhang was not vague. He was not here to drink tea and eat fruits. Thousand-year-old ginseng, no, it is the most important thing for the patient.

"Yes, yes, please, please." He carefully placed a stool beside the hospital bed, carefully took Dean Zhang out of the thin blanket, and then respectfully waited for the saint Zhang to get his pulse to diagnose.

Just as the saint Zhang Lemai was about to come, Zhang Wenfeng took a step back, lowered his voice and asked Zhang Cuilan, "Where is your second brother? Where did you run?"

"Didn't we hired the saint Zhang Lai to take over our father's subsequent recovery and recuperation and treatment? So my second brother went to say hello to the hospital leaders and the attendant of his father." Zhang Cuilan also lowered her voice and replied.

"Well, your second brother is thoughtful." Zhang Wenfeng was silent for a moment and nodded. He had to say hello to avoid offending others.

"Old Zhang, I wonder how my dad is?" Zhang Wenfeng asked almost impatiently when he saw the saint Zhang withdrawing his hand to take the pulse.

"You can be called timely to send the doctor to the hospital. The doctor who performed the surgery is also very experienced. The situation is better than I thought." The holy hand Zhang touched his beard, which was able to fully understand the patient's family's worry. "You wait a few more tests and I will make it clear."

"Okay, okay, please, please, please get old!" Zhang Wenfeng hurriedly retreated aside to avoid affecting the diagnosis of the Saint Zhang. When his opponent Zhang finally stopped his movements, he did not see him speak, but gave Zhang Siyang a look, and Zhang Siyang hurried forward.

"I'll let my grandson see it too, right?" said the saint. Although this prescription is good, it is difficult to find the medicine, and the other is that the prescription has very high requirements for various doses. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, he can also take care of his grandson. After all, the accumulation of experience in Chinese medicine is very important.

"Of course, please!" How could Zhang Wenfeng not see that the Saint Zhang was a fake machine to teach his disciples? But how dare he raise objections? They could still give Zhang Siyang the blessing if they could entrust the Saint Zhang. How could they dare to stop this little thing?

"Let Siyang watch here and we talk?" Zhang's family said, and the holy hand Zhang naturally did not be vague.

"Okay, please come here." Knowing that Saint Hand Zhang should be preparing to tell them about the old man's condition, the Zhang brothers and sisters were more respectful. Whether the old man can cure him, how to prescribe the prescription, and what the future treatment will be, it depends on what Saint Hand Zhang said for a while.

After all, he has been a doctor for many years. Shengshouzhang has his own set of ways to communicate with the patient's family. It only takes a few words to explain the patient's condition in a simple language.

To sum it up, it is possible to cure!

The decisive factor for the treatment effect is - what the medicine you prepared! To put it more bluntly, the decisive factor for the efficacy of his medicine is how many years of ginseng can the Zhang family take out to make the introduction of this medicine!

"Ah Hong..." Zhang Wenfeng looked at Feng Honglin.

Feng Honglin nodded, opened the bag, and carefully took out the cold jade box containing the thousand-year-old wild ginseng.

"Han Jade Box!" The holy hand opened his eyes and almost rushed to the box. "I didn't expect that you still have this cold Jade Box in your hands..." In an instant, the holy hand Zhang's expectation for ginseng was "whoosh~" and he instantly reached a step.

"Old Zhang, is there anything wrong with this box?" Zhang Wenfeng couldn't help asking.

"Can I get started?" Without answering Zhang Wenfeng's question, the holy hand looked at Feng Honglin. After all, this thing was taken out of the young man's hand.

"Of course, please!" Feng Honglin said hurriedly.

"It's indeed a cold jade box~" Carefully put the box containing the thousand-year-old ginseng. The holy hand Zhang carefully appreciated it, admired it for a while, and then looked at Zhang Wenfeng. "When I saw Siyang showing me the photo, I was worried that this ginseng was used and whether it would have lost its medicinal properties. Now it seems that there is no need to worry about this problem. With this cold jade box, even if the medicinal properties are lost, it will definitely be very small and will not affect the treatment effect at all."

"It turns out that this cold jade box has this effect, we have never heard of it before." Zhang Wenfeng was a little surprised.

"Not strange, no strange~" said Zhang, the saint, smiled and said, "This ordinary person has a piece of cold jade, which is usually used as an ornament. A more luxurious one is made into pieces and used as a box for things..."

The saint Zhang shook his head and didn't say it, but everyone understands the meaning that the words that have not been finished next. It's just that it's too much of a waste of money. Unless it is filled with rare treasures like Thousand Years of Ginseng, it would be impossible to make a box with such a large piece of cold jade, even if you get into the brain, you can't do such a thing that can conquer heavenly things.

"I, maybe I open this jade box?"

"Of course~, if you don't mind, please come here, younger generation, there is a small mechanism here..." Feng Honglin hurried forward.

"Okay, come on." The holy hand Zhang Rang went aside.

According to Feng Feifei's previous teaching, Feng Honglin carefully opened the box, then took out the Han Yu Knife, which was cleverly hiding in the box body, and then retreated aside.

Looking at Feng Honglin's series of actions, the holy hand Zhang's eyes were even more brilliant: "It's so exquisite, I'm afraid that only the royal nobles can have the ability to do it..."

Feng Honglin smiled and didn't answer this. That's right. According to Feng Feifei's statement, this thousand-year-old ginseng is not from the royal family.

"I need to cut a small piece of ginseng to test the medicinal properties." The holy hand looked at Feng Honglin.

According to the old man's experience, although he just looked at the shape and smelled it, he was enough to make him sure that this ginseng is definitely an authentic thousand-year-old wild ginseng, definitely not that garden ginseng. Of course, it is even more impossible to use the big white radish cos. Not only that, the ginseng's age is only long, not short, and it is absolutely sufficient. However, the medicinal properties have to be tried by himself to confirm. Therefore, the sage Zhang directly asked for the medicine test.

"You are always an expert, please ask!" Feng Honglin made a gesture of invitation.

The holy hand opened his jade blade and gently slashed the end of a ginseng whisker, then carefully pinched the short, a small piece of ginseng whisker was put into his mouth, and chewed it gently...
Chapter completed!