"Student Ye Feng, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you just now, I apologize to you!"
After hesitating for a long time, Zeng Qipei finally chose to bow his head and apologize to Ye Feng.
But as he spoke his apology, anger flared in his eyes and his face felt like it was on fire.
He has been practicing medicine for so many years and holds a high position. Others have always been the ones to ask him for help and bow to him. He has never bowed his head to anyone else, let alone such a young guy.
"Remember this in the future. If you don't have enough experience, don't assume that what others do is wrong!"
Ye Feng said lightly, then picked up the medicine bag and walked to the casserole and began to decoct the medicine.
Zeng Qipei stared at Ye Feng's back, wishing he could pounce on him like a tiger and tear this boy who called him ignorant into pieces.
"The Yangtze River's new generation is pushing the old generation forward. It seems that it is no longer possible to refuse to accept old age..."
Li Feifan saw Zeng Qipei's expression and sneered in his heart, then complimented Tu Cangcang: "You can grab the medicine with your hands as accurately as with a scale. Principal Tu, your student really opened my eyes today!"
Tu Cangcang smiled and shook his head, but his eyes were also full of strange light.
She also didn't expect that Ye Feng's touch had reached such an outrageous level.
“It’s incredible!”
"He grabs medicine with his hands, and his accuracy is no worse than a scale. Is this guy a human or a monster?"
Not only them, but also the netizens who were watching the live broadcast were praising the show and expressing their shock with torrential comments.
But Ye Feng seemed not to notice these things. After approaching the casserole, he devoted himself to decocting the medicine.
Decocting medicine may seem simple, but it is actually an extremely critical step in traditional Chinese medicine.
Because whether the medicine can be effective and whether it can play the maximum role depends on the thoughts of the person who prepares the medicine.
Just like cooking, decocting medicine requires a good grasp of the heat and time. There are strict requirements on how long to boil over high heat, how long to boil over low heat, and how long to boil over low heat. Even the slightest mistake will greatly reduce the efficacy of the medicine.
"What is he doing?"
But after waiting for a moment, Li Feifan was suddenly stunned and looked at Ye Feng in surprise.
Ye Feng was seen boiling the medicine over high heat for half an hour. When the soup turned into a yellow-brown color, he picked up the casserole, covered the bowl with straw paper, filtered out the residue in the medicine, leaving only half a bowl of clean medicine.
And after completing this step, he did not give the medicine to the little patient as everyone expected. Instead, after cleaning the casserole, he poured the medicine back into the casserole and simmered it slowly over low heat.
Putting the cooked medicine back into the furnace and boiling it again was a method that even Li Feifan had never seen before.
"He seems to want to condense the medicine soup, but there is only half a bowl of it. If he condenses it further, what will it become?"
Tu Cangcang looked at Ye Feng in confusion, not understanding why he did this at this moment.
At the same time, Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang had also begun to boil the herbs. Both of them moved very quickly and efficiently, without any delay. Their control over firepower was so exquisite that the students watching the game shouted in delight.
Especially those failed contestants, they were full of praise. Whether they were willing or not, they had to admit that those who could enter the top three were indeed not ordinary people and their strength was much higher than theirs.
Half an hour later, the boiling of the medicine soup finally came to an end.
Mo Tianshu's final product was a bowl of dark-colored medicinal soup that looked exceptionally deep and glossy; although Xu Liang's medicinal soup was not as deep as Mo Tianshu's, it also had a glossy luster.
Looking at the medicinal soup brought out by the two men, Tu Cangcang, Li Feifan and Zeng Qipei nodded slightly.
The brightness of the soup is the simplest way to test whether the medicinal soup is successfully prepared.
The more successful the medicinal soup is, the clearer and richer it will be, and it will also sparkle with an oily luster; as for the failed medicinal soup, it will be turbid, yellowish and without any luster.
When they saw the medicinal soup that Ye Feng brought out, the three of them looked strange. As for Mo Tianshu, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then said to Ye Feng sarcastically, "Is this the medicinal soup you cooked?"
When he mentioned the word "soup", he deliberately emphasized it.
Because what Ye Feng cooked was not a soup at all, but a black paste.
No matter how you look at that thing, it's impossible to associate it with medicinal soup. It looks more like a large piece of medicinal residue.
If we only look at the color of the light, the thing Ye Feng took out is far inferior to that of Mo Tianshu and Xu Liang.
"As the saying goes, rotten outside, but golden inside. My medicine soup may not look good, but its effect is definitely good."
Ye Feng smiled faintly, looking full of confidence.
"Rotten outside, golden inside? You got it the other way around, didn't you?"
Zeng Qipei was worried that he couldn't find an opportunity to attack Ye Feng, so when he heard this, he immediately sneered and retorted.
"If you intend to use this statement to comment on the medicinal soups of the other two contestants, then I agree with you."
Ye Feng shrugged indifferently and nodded in agreement.
"you… "
Zeng Qipei's intention was misunderstood by Ye Feng. He sneered and said, "I'm talking about you. I think your medicine soup is not only rotten on the outside, but also rotten on the inside!"
"You'll know if you try it." Ye Feng touched his nose and said nonchalantly.
"Okay!" Zeng Qipei was about to refute, but Tu Cangcang interrupted him and said, "Medicine is used to save lives, not to participate in beauty contests. We don't have the final say on whether the medicine soup is effective. Let the patient's condition speak for itself!"
Zeng Qipei snorted coldly and said nothing more, but his face looked as if he was ready to watch a joke.
Compared to acupuncture, it is absolutely difficult to get a three or four-year-old child to take medicine, especially to drink a large bowl of medicine.
Fortunately, Ye Feng was there. After performing a magic trick that made the table disappear out of thin air and reappear out of thin air, the three little guys obediently took their medicine.
But unlike the other two little guys who were holding big bowls and drinking medicine with frowns on their brows, the little patient Ye Feng was treating was eating the black paste-like medicine soup with great pleasure, as if it were a piece of cake.
"Mom, medicine is not bitter, medicine is sweet!"
Not only that, while eating, he also spoke excitedly to his mother behind him.
Humph, bitter medicine is always good for the disease. Even if sweet medicine tastes refreshing, what’s the use!
Zeng Qipei sneered and waited quietly to see what would happen to the three little patients after they took the medicine.
vomit!
Not long after drinking the medicine, Xu Liang's little patient's face turned ugly. He opened his mouth and vomited out the bowl of medicine he had just drunk without a trace left.
"Xu Liang, failed!"
Seeing this scene, Tu Cangcang sighed lightly and slowly announced the result.
It is true that medicine is used to cure diseases and save lives, but it also has to be something that patients can drink.
But Xu Liang's medicine, the prescription does seem to be the right medicine for the disease, but unfortunately he did not take into account that the patient was only a three or four-year-old child. The medicine soup was too bitter, and the little patient could not drink it at all, so how could it have any effect on curing the disease...