Ye Yuan scolded everyone present without any mercy. Even Ye Hongming did not give him any face. He criticized him from head to toe and was worthless, even if his most confident diagnosis was a big mistake.

In a trance, Ye Hongyuan looked at Ye Yuan standing in the center of the field, and his arrogant attitude in his heart involuntarily restrained a little. Ye Yuan's life fluctuations were faint. Even if he had no room for mercy at this moment, he gave people a gentle temperament, like spring thunder, majestic, but with the vitality of the creation of sentient beings.

The thin figure became taller without realizing it, and Ye Hongming murmured to himself: "It seems..."

My thoughts seemed to return to the only time I saw the Taizu of the Ye family, Tianji Medical Saint. Tianji Medical Saint was also covered in a faint life fluctuation. The temperament of the whole person was extremely gentle, but it had an indescribable majesty. There was no arrogance that penetrated into the bone marrow in the scolding, only anger of regret. The face of Tianji Medical Saint, which had already blurred in memory, seemed to slowly coincide with Ye Yuan in front of him.

Before he knew it, Ye Hongming's eyes changed a little. He no longer felt anger when he was scolded by Ye Yuan, but showed a faint smile. It seemed that he only realized why the Tianji Medical Saint had never appeared in front of his clan members for ten years, nor had he ever appeared in Wuliang Mountain, why did he have a very good temper, and why did he point at a person in Wuliang Mountain ten years ago and curse him one by one.

"Why are you a doctor? Do you really understand? Those who practice medicine must be the leader! Look at what you have been doing over the years? Ah!"

"You are a doctor. Why are you practicing metal skills? Why are you carrying a sword on your back?"

"And you, is this what the Ye family teaches you in the "Diagnosis Book"? Bullshit!"

"And the decoration in this house is so luxurious. Do you know that the breath in these instruments will affect the medicinal properties of the medicinal materials and the accuracy of the diagnosis?"

"Shit! Shit!"

"A quack doctor does not need a knife to kill people. A real good doctor. Who says that a doctor has no power to protect himself? I have never touched a sword of killing in my life. However, with my cultivation level in the Guiyuan stage, my cultivation level under the same level cannot even be close to me. A real good doctor can save people and kill people in one thought. Is it necessary to do those evil ways?"

"A group of idiots are so angry that I am so angry that our way of establishing our lives is to be a doctor, not anything else, do you understand!"

Ye Hongming looked at Ye Yuan blankly, and it seemed that he could understand the mood when Taizu pointed at everyone ten years ago and cursed. He was still very dissatisfied when he stopped. Now when Ye Yuan was defeated by medical skills, Ye Hongming lived up to his name as a genius and immediately changed his mood.

Although Ye Hongming is arrogant, he is not a fool. On the contrary, he is very smart. Smart people will never waste their energy and time on meaningless things such as anger, hatred, and resentment, because they deeply understand that these things cannot be won back at all. Only by facing themselves can you win back one day, wherever you fall and get up, this is the strong man.

When he saw that the dozen medical skills were not very good, some were ashamed, while others had an expression of anger and anger. Ye Hongming, whose mentality had changed, couldn't help but show a hint of disdain.

The patients around were cheering and applauding, while the monks had no good temper and cursed in a low voice to claim that they were unlucky. Liu Shaofeng's eyes shone with his bets, and three or four storage bags were hung on his waist, including a group of people from Xuanjing Gate, who were so happy that they had never closed their mouths.

After a full dozen breaths, Ye Hongming's expression changed, and finally became dull but didn't say a word. A Er, who was standing behind Ye Hongming, looked at the cheering people. As soon as he was about to say something, a doctor next to him began to find various reasons to refute Ye Yuan's diagnosis.

Ye Hongming slowly raised his hand, patted it gently, and a smile appeared on his face.

Slap sex...

The applause sounded softly, but it seemed extremely clear at this moment. Ye Yuan looked at Ye Hongming and showed a smile. He could see Ye Hongming's transformation and the sincerity in his eyes. He couldn't help but smile gently in his heart and said to himself: "Although this guy is a little bit bad, his essence is not bad. It should be a bad habit that has been spoiled by his family since childhood."

Ye Hongming took the lead in applauding, looked at Ye Yuan, bowed slightly, and said, "Doctor Ye, Hongming lost."

As soon as these words came out, cheers almost lifted the roof of the hall away. Everyone around them laughed, and their senses towards Ye Hongming suddenly improved a lot. But immediately afterwards, Ye Hongming immediately curled his lips and stuttered his neck, and said proudly: "But I only represent myself. I am not good at learning skills and skills are not as good as others, but it does not mean that my Ye family's medical skills are not good!"

Ye Yuan suddenly laughed and said to himself: "This guy is indeed this bad deed!"

But this time, Ye Yuan's senses towards Ye Hongming were indeed much better. When he walked to the table, Ye Hongming immediately came over and said, "Doctor Ye, do you want to give a prescription?"

Ye Yuan nodded and said to Changsun Wuji: "Changsun, hold the pen!"

Changsun Wuji understood a little. He had read the words written by Ye Yuan. Relatively speaking, he was a little unable to take them out. He walked directly to the table, rolled up his sleeves with his left hand and held the pen with three fingers with his right hand. The moment he picked up the pen, the temperament of an ordinary old farmer suddenly changed drastically, and his whole backbone was straight, as if a stroke could make peace with the world.

At first glance, it seems like a peerless scholar pointed to the country, and one stroke could determine the fate of thousands of living beings. Ye Hongming's heart was greatly excited, and his eyes were even more irresistible and he took two steps back. The same was true for the people around him. The higher his cultivation level, the stronger the pure spiritual momentum. On the contrary, none of the ordinary civilians felt something was wrong, but they just felt that Changsun Wuji was very serious.

Ye Yuan frowned slightly and glanced at Changsun Wuji. The mental oppression that Changsun Wuji had unintentionally dissipated silently like the spring breeze and rain. Ye Yuan didn't say anything. It's normal for Changsun Wuji to touch the pen for a long time.

Going forward, Ye Yuan began to recite a prescription from the witch doctor's heritage: "Qihan Tang: one qian of sausage leaves, three qian of Huo Caogen, two qian of iron bark..."

When Ye Hongming heard this prescription, he frowned slightly. It was obviously the first time he heard this kind of alternative medicine prescription. He came over and said, "Doctor Ye, although this prescription is a bit alternative, it is a cold prescription, how can it drive away the cold?"

Ye Yuan nodded and said, "Burning the medicine with martial fire will make it more cold. Do not stir until the water is dry. Add boiling water and boil three bowls into one bowl. The medicine will be warm and nourishing, which is consistent with the current symptoms."

Ye Hongming suddenly realized and nodded repeatedly to say that he was wonderful.

Ye Yuan looked at Changsun Wuji's writing quickly, bowed to the people around him, and smiled and said, "Each person has a penny for medical expenses, but it cannot be lost!"

Everyone burst into laughter.
Chapter completed!