Wen Yiming waved his hand and smiled, "You're welcome, it's actually very simple. It's nothing more than selecting the medicinal materials. Pay attention to the combination of yin and yang when decocting medicine, and control the heat."

"That's it..."

The three of them looked at each other, it was that simple? Tang Yifeng snorted coldly and analyzed: "Simple? Why can't you?"

The old man walked to the decoction area, picked up the remaining medicinal materials from Wen Yiming, placed them in front of the three of them, and showed them: "You can see for yourself, what's the difference?"

Ye Fei quickly picked up an almond and said in surprise: "So full and pressing his hands?"

"There are also Tongcao, so resilient!"

“Pinshan is also very plump and the taste is so fragrant!”

After all, the three of them were professional, and soon discovered that the difference was different. After reading each of the materials selected by Wen Yiming, they couldn't help but sigh: Details determine success or failure!

"Do you understand now?" Tang Yifeng said with a deep breath and said earnestly: "You guys are usually very arrogant and low-key, and always look down on basic work. They are all about making great inventions and achieving national-level achievements. To put it bluntly, they are all just talking about it!"

"The towers that are thousands of feet high rise on the ground. No matter how high the foundation is, they are still mirages and miserable!"

Tang Yifeng finally seized the opportunity to attack the three proud disciples, especially Ye Fei, who was smart and had a high understanding, but he was too arrogant and looked down on others. He was usually hard-working but did not work. Today, he finally met Wen Yiming and was killed instantly by his peers. Isn’t it comfortable?

"It's not just the difference between the quality of medicinal materials, have you noticed the technique of Yiming decorating medicine just now?"

Dong Yang's expression was shocked and he quickly said, "Is it the difference between Yin and Yang and Five Elements?"

"Well, there's a sensible person!"

Tang Yifeng nodded and explained: "Sanren Decoction has been passed down for thousands of years. It is the most common medicinal soup, but it is also one of the most commonly used spiritual medicines!"

"After countless improvements, the senior master finally achieved a perfect match. But even if you get the same medicinal materials, who can achieve the effect of Yiming?"

The three of them showed shame, and the facts were right in front of them. Even if the medicinal materials were the same, they were wasting good medicines and they would definitely not reach the level of others. This is the biggest difference.

"You often emphasize yin and yang, cold and heat, and the king, minister and subordinates, and you all sneer at it, thinking it's a cliché? I solemnly tell you, this is the true meaning of traditional Chinese medicine!"

Wen Yiming saw Tang Yifeng getting angry the more he spoke, and quickly interrupted, "Don't be angry, they just didn't pay attention. As the saying goes, one will make one's mistakes come from wisdom. You should drink a little tea first."

"Oh..." Tang Yifeng sighed and sighed: "I'm sorry, forget it, teach them class and teach them well!"

Ye Fei walked forward quickly, grabbed Wen Yiming and asked, "Mr. Wen, please give me more advice!"

"Yes, sir, please tell us how to compare medicinal materials? And control the heat!"

"Please tell us?"

The three of them surrounded Wen Yiming and began to ask questions in a long and talkative manner. Tang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief. At least they knew that respecting teachers and those who were knowledgeable were the first, and some were saved.

Wen Yiming had no choice but to do it again and tell the three curious babies the details. As for how much they can understand, it depends on their own level.

"Hey...I'm in the hospital, what? Okay, arrive right away!"

Suddenly, Tang Yifeng's cell phone rang, and after hearing a few words, he stood up suddenly and said loudly: "Yiming, come with me!"

After saying that, he turned around and went out. Dong Yang saw Wen Yiming a little stunned and quickly reminded him: "Sir, go quickly, there is a patient!"

Wen Yiming hurried out and ran to catch up with Tang Yifeng. The two got off the elevator and went straight to the emergency room. There were already five or six people here. When they saw the director coming, they quickly reported: "The patient was fifty-six years old, had a sudden myocardial infarction, a deep coma, and blood pressure..."

Tang Yifeng walked to the bedside and suddenly said in surprise: "Old Wei!"

"Quick, prepare for acupuncture!"

“Up the oxygen tube!”

"The attending physician stays, and the others go out!"

Wen Yiming stood beside him, looking at the old man with a blue face, his lips were purple, his whole body was convulsed, his mouth was foaming, his heartbeat seemed to be there or not, which was very dangerous.

"Old Wei...Old Wei...can you hear it?"

Tang Yifeng looked nervous. It seemed that he knew the other party. He called hard but did not respond. He shouted loudly: "Acupuncture, give me the needle!"

The young nurse quickly took out the silver needle, Tang Yifeng took out the second number, and first stabbed it into the person, hanging the patient's breath and preventing him from continuing to fall into a coma.

Then there is Jiquan acupoint, Qingling, Shaohai, Lingdao, Shenmen... all the way up, and finally Shaochong acupoint.

"Director, the patient's heart rate is temporarily stable and his breathing returns to normal!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the gradually stable electrocardiogram, Tang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief and his fortune was saved!

"Director, may the patient continue to be in a deep coma and is unconscious and transferred to intensive care?"

"I suggest that the cardiology department and the brain department consult, and perform surgery as soon as possible to clear the blood clots, otherwise there will be life-threatening!"

The two attending physicians made suggestions, Tang Yifeng nodded and ordered: "Send to the intensive care unit first, convene the director for consultation, and notify them all to come back!"

The doctor and nurse acted quickly and sent the person to the intensive care unit with better conditions. Tang Yifeng looked at Wen Yiming and whispered: "Wei Dexin, director of the Provincial Museum, old friend!"

Wen Yiming nodded. No wonder the old man was so nervous. When he saw that there were no outsiders, he whispered: "This disease is not simple!"

"Oh?" Tang Yifeng was stunned and asked anxiously: "What do you see?"

"The appearance is myocardial infarction, which has blood congestion that hinders the movement of the heart meridians, leading to a deep coma. You temporarily opened the Heart Meridian just now, which was considered to be a life-saving, but the situation will continue to worsen. I don't think it's optimistic!"

Wen Yiming did not hide his personal information. It is important to save people, not to mention an acquaintance. He whispered: "The patient's cause of the disease is not simple. Did you notice his hands and feet? It should be very cold and all over the body, which is too dense, right?"

“It makes sense!”

Tang Yifeng took a deep breath and quickly focused on saving people. Now, when recalling it, it is indeed not normal, unlike ordinary myocardial infarction!

"You said he is the director of the museum?"

Wen Yiming suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he had a preliminary guess in his heart. With the strange smell just now, he was almost inseparable!

"Yiming, do you have a way?"
Chapter completed!