Tianting Garbage Recycling King

Chapter 632 Sounds Like You're Bragging
"As I said, everyone here can try it."

Fan Denglong smiled slightly and encouraged the girl with ponytails with his eyes. This should be an introverted girl.

The skin is very fair, but it is a sickly white, without the slightest color of blood, and there seems to be a touch of unresolved sadness between the brows, probably because there is something on his mind.

The girl came gently to Fan Denglong, gave him a grateful glance, and then began to squat down to identify the medicinal materials.

"Unfortunately, the roots are a bit weak, otherwise it should be a good seedling."

Fan Denglong said with some regret in his heart, the girl gave him the feeling like a flower bud swaying in the wind but still stubbornly blooming, possessing a kind of tenacious will.

"This is Tianqi, Peony, Dodder, Wide Angle, Jiebai, Shanzhi,"

While Fan Denglong was sighing, the girl had already identified more than a dozen kinds of medicinal materials in a row. The answer was blurted out without thinking, and it should be because she often deals with these medicinal materials.

"You have suffered from body cold since childhood?"

Until No.17 herbs, the girl needs to work hard to remember and think, but Fan Denglong suddenly asked.

The girl nodded, "You may not know it, but the reason why I know these medicinal materials is entirely because I have been a medicine jar since I was a child. In order to cure my illness, my family has traveled all over the country to hospitals over the years. I have tried all the prescriptions, and I have personally tasted these medicinal materials."

"Tell me about your symptoms,"

Fan Denglong asked while stretching out his hand to take the girl's pulse.

"It will only happen once every two years after an hour. When it happens, the whole person is like being sealed in a freezer. There is only cold and darkness in front of me. Life is worse than death."

"Since I was eight years old, the disease has become once a year. That year, it has been once every six months."

The girl described her illness very calmly, as if she was talking about other people's deeds casually.

"Because of my illness, a good family has been dragged down. Finally, last year, the authoritative doctor of the First Hospital of Capital City gave me a death notice. There are still five years at most. There is no need to do unnecessary struggles." So I told my parents, for the remaining five years, I don’t want to spend the whole day in hope and disappointment, I’m going to find the life I want.”

"Well, a very wise choice."

Fan Denglong praised lightly, and the girl's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

"How do you feel now?"

Fan Denglong asked softly, and the girl felt it a little before she said, "It's warm, very warm."

"Do your best to identify these medicinal materials. As long as you pass the test, not only can you recover, but you can even make up for the debts you owed your family."

Fan Denglong patted the girl on the shoulder, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Song Lin,"

The girl said softly and continued to concentrate on thinking about the names of medicinal materials. She claimed that she had been with medicine jars since she was a child, but she had actually read a lot of medical books. The medicinal materials are marked with pictures.

After recognizing the ten medicinal herbs, Song Lin began to struggle a bit, thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Fan Denglong quickly put his hand on her back, releasing a stream of pure spiritual energy, easing her pain.

"thanks,"

A feeling of warmth welled up in her heart, and Song Lin took a deep breath.

"Come on, seize this opportunity."

Fan Denglong cheered her up, and even made up his mind, even if he didn't meet the requirements of being a descendant of the fairy doctor, he could still accept it. With this perseverance alone, and the stubbornness of never giving in to the disease and bowing his head, the sky will send a big responsibility to everyone. also.

Song Lin nodded, and was about to continue to identify the medicinal materials, when suddenly a girl among the hundreds of freshmen behind said loudly: "Can you do it, if you can't do it, don't take your place there, I'm still waiting."

The girl who spoke was very beautiful, tall and tall, and even more proud of the mountains. She painted heavy makeup, revealing a coquettish and charming.

Fan Denglong gave her a cold look, "Even if Song Lin is not good enough, you are not qualified."

Just now when Song Lin was identifying the medicinal ingredients, this girl secretly used her mobile phone to search Baidu. Although she did it very secretly, Fan Denglong noticed it all.

False deceit is what annoys Fan Denglong the most. Coupled with this kind of tone, he will naturally not give him a good face.

"Hmph, what a piece of crap, I'm still not willing to serve you."

Hearing what Fan Denglong said, the girl said something angrily, and left the venue with a very ugly face.

The identification was still going on, and sometimes Song Lin needed to think about it for a long time, but Fan Denglong showed great patience and waited happily by the side.

"Hey, don't just stand here and sit down. I've been through military training before, so I know you guys want to be lazy, so I'll give you a chance."

Fan Denglong spoke to the group of students very kindly, and immediately aroused a burst of laughter, and then sat down to play with their mobile phones, and some people looked at the medicinal materials as if they were giving Fan Denglong face.

"Brother, you are a bit powerful. My family runs a big medicine hall, and a lot of medicinal materials are in short supply."

A boy said to Fan Denglong in surprise.

"I usually like to go around the mountain when I have nothing to do. After a long time, there will be some stock."

Fan Denglong smiled. The identification of the 37 herbs has reached the final stage, and Song Lin is only short of the last one. Unfortunately, after thinking for a long time, she finally chose to give up.

"Yes, come with me and take you to see that divine doctor."

Fan Denglong got up and said to Song Lin.

The latter couldn't believe it, "Even a well-informed old Chinese doctor may not have seen this last medicine, and it's normal that you don't know about it."

In fact, Fan Denglong accidentally took out the fruit given to him by Xiong Xiazi for the last medicine. It is a rare thing in the world and cannot be found in medical books. It is normal for Song Lin not to know.

"By the way, there is one more thing to do."

Fan Denglong summoned the driver and whispered a few words in his ear, the driver said with some embarrassment: "Chief, this seems a bit difficult to handle."

"Look for Huang Long if it's difficult to handle. If Song Lin really becomes a disciple of the descendant of the Immortal Medicine School, it will be something worth celebrating for the entire Zhonghai University. Will a useless graduation certificate be issued?"

Fan Denglong said with some displeasure, the students around who were thinking of sneaking around to avoid military training felt bad when they heard this.

The graduation certificates of the top five universities in the country have become useless from Fan Denglong's mouth, and this seems to mean that Song Lin should be awarded a graduation certificate in advance, right?

Graduating just after entering school sounds a bit like bragging.

(End of this chapter)