The president's wife is from the devil's sect

It is reasonable to say that her burns should take a long time to recover, but in less than two or three days, her burns not only recovered, but also intact, without any scars, which made them feel as if they met each other. What a miracle.

Zhao Qingwu felt that she didn't know what to say to the doctor's questions. After all, this ointment was an ancestral ointment in her family, and she would rarely take it out, but now they treat it like a living Bodhisattva.

There are a lot of ointments in their gang, and each ointment is like a golden sore medicine, and the effect is particularly good. All of these are developed by her father and her senior brother. The effect must be good. up.

Besides, these medicines of their gang are all used by themselves and will not be passed on. For example, the medicine for Mr. Shen and the medicine for Shen Fengchen are all created by themselves in their gang. Now these ointments are also hers. When she was going out, her senior brother insisted on giving it to her. Originally, Zhao Qingwu thought that her martial arts were so high that she was not worthy of use, because she would not be injured at all, but when she was actually injured, she realized that it was a plaster and it really came in handy. It is of great use.

That's because these plasters are really effective, so some people feel very strange and want to come over to see what plasters are.

All these plasters have been passed down for hundreds of years, and almost no formula has been obtained. Such a large hospital, even the largest hospital in the whole country, may not have these plasters.

These doctors are facing Zhao Qingwu, and they are really scrambling to hear a little bit about these ointments from her mouth: "We are all really curious, is it possible that your ancestors were doctors? Otherwise, how did you make them?" Is this ointment so effective?"

Zhao Qingwu didn't hide too much: "This ointment was indeed made by our ancestors."

Zhao Qingwu's ancestors were all good at making ointments. Her grandfather used to be an imperial physician in the imperial court. Although her grandfather did not have such a high status, he did not know how many people he saved.

So their medical skills have been passed down from generation to generation. Zhao Qingwu is the only generation, so they must have passed them on to her. It's just that Zhao Qingwu is more like a boy, and she doesn't like these plasters. She prefers to practice martial arts, so she will study martial arts further.

When they heard that their ancestors really did it, the doctor must have become even more curious and wanted to know what it was.

Zhao Qingwu almost forgot all about those formulas, so he mentioned some medicinal materials. These doctors have never heard of them, so they feel very strange. Is there really such medicinal materials in the world?
It is because of the mystery of medicinal materials that they feel that this Zhao Qingwu is really too mysterious.

The director of the hospital already had a deep sense of admiration for Zhao Qingwu, and at this time he heard that the doctor is so good, so he expressed great interest in her.

"Can you stay in our hospital for a symposium?"

There are very few people who can be personally invited by the dean to hold a symposium, almost none of them have ever existed, and now it is a child.

Zhao Qingwu didn't know that the dean had never invited anyone to a symposium, so she refused, and this refusal made the doctors feel unbelievable.

"I won't open a forum, but if I'm asked to share the ointment, I can't share it." It's not that Zhao Qingwu doesn't want to share, but because she doesn't know that all the ointment formulas belong to her senior brother .

To these doctors, Zhao Qingwu is like a rare animal: "Actually, I really hope you can share it."

Faced with such an enthusiastic doctor, and these doctors have treated her very well during this time, Zhao Qingwu felt very relieved, so she tried to tell them what she knew: "It's not that I don't want to share, But I have to tell you that I don’t have any of these recipes, but my senior brother knows more.”

Because she is the only daughter in the family, her parents always hope that she can study medicine, but Zhao Qingwu prefers martial arts, so she doesn't learn this kind of technology very much. On the contrary, her senior brother, Zhang Desheng, likes medicine very much, so she Her parents almost passed on her medical skills to her elder brother.

In her heart, Eldest Brother is indeed a miraculous doctor. His medical skills are particularly superb, and there are almost no patients he can't heal well.

Although her elder brother is so powerful, and also very special, but there is something wrong with it.

This elder brother's temper is as weird as anyone else's, which makes Zhao Qingwu a little confused. In addition, he always likes to be mysterious, so Zhao Qingwu can't figure out what he is thinking.

As soon as she heard that her senior brother understood these ointments, she became even more curious: "Then can we meet with your senior brother and have a good discussion on art with him?"

"Well, I'm really sorry, because my senior brother is a dragon who doesn't see his head and tail, and he's relatively low-key, and he doesn't want to talk much in front of others. It's hard for me to find him now."

Her elder brother is really different from others. Others like to be at home, but he is different. He always likes to run around and will not stay in gangs all year round. Say he goes to do good, and he is also It's not doing good deeds, it's like being restless.

The doctor was really a little disappointed when he heard his daughter's words.

But they really hope that Zhao Qingwu can stay in the hospital, and then talk to them more about the secret recipe of this scald medicine, and you are a little embarrassed to say to them like this: "I'm really very sorry, it's not that I don't I would like to help you, but I really don’t.”

At this moment, a lot of people came outside suddenly, and all of them looked extremely burly. When Zhao Qingwu saw this group of people, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, because a martial arts practitioner like her knew this group of people. People are sure that martial arts are very strong, and all of them can do light work.

As for why they were in such a hurry, Zhao Qingwu always guessed something bad.

Finally, someone in the crowd asked, "What's going on?"

Later, someone answered these questions: "I heard that the abbot of Shaolin Temple was injured. The situation is very critical. Now he is running towards us."

When he heard about the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Zhao Qingwu must have been the fastest runner.

However, she had already heard the little monk say that these people were said to be made by the female devil. Why is the abbot hurt like this now?
The abbot's arm was injured, the knife wound was particularly serious, and it was obvious that he was maliciously injured by others.