The Miraculous Doctor’s Wife: The rough guy villain is so cool

Tian Qian was silent for a while, and finally said: "I, I believe Jian Xi Ning, she also drank the soup herself. I think she cooked it so well, it must not be the first time she made it. She must have drank it countless times before, She is so beautiful now and her skin is so white, she must have drank this soup, it must be useful."

Yang Wei shook his head again, "Then have you asked her where the herbal formula came from? Could it be some folk recipe from the village? Generally speaking, the folk recipe from the village may be really useful, but after all, it also has some side effects. , tell me about you, the person who follows Dr. Yan every day, doesn’t know how to show the prescription to Dr. Yan, and just drinks it himself. You said that if something happens to you, your dad still doesn’t want her, Jian Xining His life."

Tian Qian's eyes widened, he swallowed a mouthful of rice in his drink, and said, "Comrade Yang Wei, you must be responsible for what you say. Is my father such an unreasonable person? I want to eat this meal. If something happens, it's my fault, why would my dad blame Jian Xining?"

When Yang Wei heard what Tian Qian said, he hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, I made a mistake. Chief Tian is not such a person."

"Hmph, that's pretty much it." Tian Qian snorted coldly and continued eating.

Yang Wei had already knocked on the door and entered.

Tian Qian also hurriedly followed in.

When Jian Xining saw Yang Wei coming over, she quickly put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "Doctor Yang, what's the matter?"

Yang Wei looked at the bowl of soup that Jian Xining put on the table, walked over, lowered his body and smelled it, and said, "Did you add herbs to this soup?"

Jian Xining looked at him and nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"What herbs did you add? Can I see it?" Yang Wei asked.

Jian Xining nodded, "Of course, but I don't have any herbs anymore. Can I write a prescription for you?"

Yang Wei nodded, "Okay, the prescription is better."

It also saves him the trouble of identifying what kind of medicine they are.

Jian Xining took out a pen and paper and wrote the recipe of the herbal medicine she added to Yang Wei.

When Yang Wei got the prescription, his first reaction was, what a beautiful calligraphy.

Then I started looking at the prescriptions.

When he read the prescription, his expression changed again and again, from doubt to surprise, and finally to surprise.

He asked: "Comrade Jian, where did you get this prescription?"

"I matched it myself." Jian Xining said.

Yang Wei was surprised, "What did you say? You prepared it yourself? You, you know how to prepare medicine?"

"This is a medicinal diet. Putting these medicinal materials in the soup is good for the body." Jian Xining said.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I was just thinking, you, you can actually prepare such a good medicinal diet recipe, do you still know medicine?" Yang Wei asked.

"I know a little bit about it. There used to be an old Chinese medicine doctor in our village..." Jian Xining originally wanted to say that she got the old Chinese medicine doctor's notes, plus some of her own knowledge, and combined them to figure out such a prescription.

As a result, before she finished speaking, Yang Wei added in his own mind: "I understand, you are the apprentice of the old Chinese medicine doctor, right?"

"Uh……"

"Have you obtained the true biography of that old Chinese doctor?"

"That's it."

"No wonder, no wonder, you are so powerful, but if you are so powerful, why do you still come to us for treatment?" Yang Wei asked in confusion.

Jian Xining pursed her lips and said with a smile: "Actually, I'm not that powerful. Moreover, the most important thing is that my fourth brother's current illness is in his head. He needs some professional examinations. I can't detect brain diseases just by taking my pulse. So, come to your place for some professional inspections.”