Zhao Tian pointed outside the door, and tears flowed.

Zhou Zi'ang looked at so many hostile gazes in the room and stopped talking. He just waited for Lan Tian to make a fool of himself in the end, and then secretly sent a message on his mobile phone.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, didn't I say that, there is still 30% chance."

Lan Tian comforted him and continued in a relatively relaxed tone: "I am a person who says he will do what he says. Three points, that is the real three points, but if there is a medicine, I can increase the chance to five points."

"What medicine?"

Wei Zhengyan wanted to do his best to help at this time, so he asked quickly.

"Ginseng." Lan Tian paused and added. "It's wild for more than a hundred years."

Wei Zhengyan was stunned by the medicinal materials that Lantian said. He thought Lantian needed some ordinary medicinal materials for treating diseases, but the ginseng is basically artificial now, let alone a hundred years old.

Lan Tian looked at Wei Zhengyan’s embarrassment and reminded him: “Go to Zhongcaotang to buy it.”

Wei Zhengyan slapped his thigh. Fengyanhe in Zhongcaotang is a big shot. Their medicinal materials are rarely artificial, but I just don’t know if they have a hundred years.

Zhao Tian had already called.

"Mr. Feng is it? I'm Zhao Tian. I'll ask you if there is any wild century-old red Ganoderma lucidum?"

Then after saying a few words from the other side of the phone, Zhao Tian looked up at Lan Tian.

He didn't cover Mike either and said incredibly: "Old Feng asked who is using it?"

Lan Tian hooked his hand and took Zhao Tian's cell phone.

"Old Feng is me, yes, I need treatment, is it true? That's great, come here directly, 402, let the hospital calculate the price with you at that time."

In less than ten minutes, Mr. Feng and an elementary school student ran up. After entering the house, everyone greeted Mr. Feng one after another.

"I have brought you this ginseng, wild, five hundred years old."

Mr. Feng smiled and said, the pleasure that comes from the heart and lets Lantian see his collection.

Sincere, not artificial, not show off.

When Lan Tian heard this, he reached out and pushed off the box that Mr. Feng handed over.

"Old Feng, this is not possible. A hundred years of age is actually enough. You can give it to me with your collection, how can you do this!"

The force on Mr. Feng's hand did not retreat. He stopped Lantian and said, "Hey! No, I, Feng Yanhe, like to collect medicinal materials. Manyinlin City knows it, but it is a dead thing after all. Today you said you were used to treat diseases and save people. If I don't take it out, wouldn't it smash the signboard of Zhongcaotang and ruin the medical ethics of traditional Chinese medicine?"

After some heartfelt words, Lan Tian was really moved when he listened to it. He no longer refused and opened the wooden box.

The ginseng was fixed with red silk thread inside, like an adult, with thick and strong limbs, and the beards were as flowing as red silk, but also as hard as muscles and bones.

The fragrance of Chinese medicine on the pavement made Lan Tian's body stretch a lot.

"I dare to ask, little brother, what's the use of your ginseng?"

Lan Tian laughed, broke off a piece of root, and stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it quickly.

"It's for me to eat. I have to repair her meridians. Mr. Feng, you are also a Chinese medicine practitioner. You should understand!"

Lantian was dozing until it hit. Old Feng looked at the ginseng and listened to what Lantian said. In addition, he took out a box of silver needles and had an answer in his heart.

"Silver needles pass the air?"

Mr. Feng asked tentatively, Lan Tian nodded, and did not give Mr. Feng free time. The silver needle in his hand fell down, and inserted it into Zhao Tian’s wife’s spine as if he was returning home.

Lao Feng had no time to stop him, and he patted his thighs with regret.

Zhao Tian and Wei Zhengyan didn't understand the theory of traditional Chinese medicine too profound, so they hurriedly asked Mr. Feng what was going on.

Mr. Feng sighed and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine has a skill called silver needle to transfer Qi. I will never use it in my life. I must have talent and qi in my body. Then follow the silver needle to replenish the meridians. Once it starts, if it is interrupted, the true qi will not come back. Even after it is repaired, the vital energy in the body of the needle will be consumed."

After hearing this, Zhao Tian was full of gratitude, and Wei Zhengyan was also sweating.

Lan Tian was concentrating on inputting internal force, and gradually sorting out the complex meridians bit by bit.

He heard Mr. Feng’s conversation in his ears, right, but not all.

Mr. Feng doesn’t understand the true qi, but in fact, the true qi can be recovered. If ordinary people come, they will indeed lose seven or eight. However, the colorful Gu in Blue Sky’s body will swallow Blue Sky’s internal energy and true qi. Anyway, he can recover it himself. If the true qi is used, it will eat less. Wouldn’t it be beautiful!

In just over a minute, Lan Tian's back of his hand began to tremble slightly, his face showed a blood-lost pathological pale. He quickly tore off a piece from the ginseng and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it directly.

His face only recovered a little.

Ginseng that is over a hundred years old can recover some internal strength. Lan Tian is now glad that it is 500 years old. If this is one hundred years old, it is estimated that it will be eaten clean once the needle is used, and it will be broken.

Lan Tian closed his eyes, but his right hand still didn't leave the silver needle at all. Outsiders couldn't tell what he was doing.

Zhou Zi'ang looked at Zhao Tian's wife still in a coma and sneered in his heart: Pretend to pretend and cheat, and you will be killed by eating ginseng in a while!

Since the air in the ward cannot enter, preventing some cold wind from delaying the condition, the air conditioner and other things are turned off. At this time, the already stuffy air and there are still more people, and the heavy breathing sounds are getting heavier and heavier.

But no one left.

After half an hour, Lan Tian took a bite of ginseng, pulled out the silver needle, took a breath, and shook his body.

"Ouch!"

Feng Yanhe held Lantian, and there was a feeling of love and love in his eyes.

Lan Tian opened his eyes hard and looked at Zhao Tian with a slight smile. His voice was a little weak: "It's okay, just rest."

"Hmph, who knows what he did, just doing something that shows off right and wrong. Maybe he did nothing and was just fooling you."

Zhou Zi'ang slandered Lantian and still raised himself.

But at this moment, more than ten pairs of eyes were staring, Zhao Tian’s wife raised her legs, and then some sounds came from her mouth.

"Legs, sore, heaven."

"Oh!" Zhao Tian heard that he was calling himself, so he quickly sat by the bed, placed his wife's legs flat on the bed, and rubbed them gently, very gentle, very delicate, and his eyes were full of love.

There is no airs of a sub-city at all.

"Oh my God, this is really awesome. Her legs were not at all conscious before."

"Isn't it? You can move by yourself now. It's true that these three-pointers are too sure."

The doctors outside the door praised him, but no one helped Zhou Zi'ang criticize Lan Tian with words.

Lantian ate a few more bites of ginseng like a snack, recovered his energy and said, "She's legs are sore, and when I was using needles, I repaired the meridians on my legs."

Then Lan Tian looked at Zhou Zi'ang contemptuously and said, "You are not a doctor at Yinlin Hospital, why don't you get out?"

"Hmph, I don't even want to come to Yinlin Hospital, I'm a top student!"
Chapter completed!