The incense is the most important thing to delay the aggravation of the master's physical injury, this Miss Huo actually extinguished the incense without saying a word.
Yang Yi's eyes were red, and his already ferocious appearance became even more frightening when he became angry. He walked over, snatched the half-burned incense stick from Huo Yao's hand, and then took out the lighter. To rekindle.
Huo Yao was not frightened by his appearance, the corners of his lips tugged slightly, "If you want him to die early, keep lighting the incense."
Her voice sounded very light, but somehow there was a sharpness that seemed to be absent.
Yang Yi's hand paused, knowing that he shouldn't be affected by the other party's ignorant words, but he didn't press his finger on the lighter for a long time.
Old Pei next to him heard the words, but subconsciously looked at Huo Yao and asked, "Why can't you burn incense?"
Huo Yao sat down beside Min Yu, and said to him indifferently: "Stretch out your hand."
Min Yu turned his head and saw that Huo Yao's expression was normal as usual, but his pierced eyes were deeper than he had ever seen before, and they were not suitable for her age.
He stretched out his hand.
Huo Yao rested her fingertips on her wrists, and her delicate face gradually became serious as she probed her pulse. After a while, she withdrew her hand.
His eyes fell on Min Yu's calf that had been bumped before, he leaned over and stretched out his hand to lift up his trouser leg, and put it down after a glance.
"Paper, pen." Huo Yao pursed his lips, and spat out these two words in a simple way.
Hearing this, Zhuo Yun subconsciously went to find paper and pen, and after a while he came back and handed the paper and pen to Huo Yao with a much more respectful attitude than before.
He didn't think about Huo Yao's friend who was a genius doctor who made incense. Judging from the situation of taking the pulse just now, it is not difficult to see that she may have medical skills.
Soon, Huo Yao made a list of materials on a piece of paper. After finishing writing, he handed it to Zhuo Yun, "I need these medicinal materials."
After a pause, Huo Yao said again: "However, there are a few herbs on it that may not be easy to find."
Zhuo Yun held the prescription with a firm expression, "No matter how difficult it is to find, I will find it."
At this time, he had completely pinned all his hopes on Huo Yao.
Huo Yao thought for a while, then said, "Well, there's no rush, as long as it's ready within three days."
Hearing the sound of not being in a hurry, Zhuo Yun couldn't help but carefully glanced at his master. His master's situation didn't seem to be in a hurry. Although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't dare to ask more questions.
"Then I will prepare now." Zhuo Yun said.
Holding the prescription, he was about to walk out, but when he passed by Yang Yi, Yang Yi grabbed his arm.
Zhuo Yun looked at Yang Yi, not understanding what he meant.
Yang Yi glanced at Huo Yao, then scanned the list of herbs in Zhuo Yun's hand, his eyes finally fell on his face, and said in a deep voice, "Brother Yu, his body is not a joke."
Although this Ms. Huo seemed to be good at medicine at this time, even when Mr. Pei came, she didn't dare to prescribe medicine easily, but she simply took a pulse and listed the medicine list, with that casual look , How can people believe that she can cure diseases
He didn't believe that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl could have any good medical skills. Even if her medical skills were good, could she still be better than the successor of the century-old Chinese medicine family, Mr. Pei, who was known as the national doctor
Zhuo Yun met Yang Yi's eyes, and couldn't understand his concerns, but... He took a deep breath and said firmly, "I believe in Miss Huo."
Yang Yi frowned, "You..."
(end of this chapter)