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After dinner in the evening, the old Taoist priest called Yan Xiaoer and Yan Kai over and said, "I have sorted out the properties of some commonly used medicines in the past two days. You can take a look first."

Yan Kai took it and looked at it. They were indeed common medicines such as licorice and almonds.

He asked curiously: "Why doesn't the Taoist priest let us recite the soup song?"

"Soup Song? What is that?" the old Taoist priest asked strangely: "But it's a medical book?"

This time it was Yan Kai's turn to be stunned. He had just read novels and movies and TV series, and those who just studied Chinese medicine had to memorize Tangtou songs, so he asked casually.

How did he know that this soup song was a medical prescription written by Wang Ang in the Qing Dynasty, which was exactly 1000 years ago.

After listening to the old Taoist priest's question, I realized that this book might not have appeared.

"Ahem, I just heard about it." Yan Kai coughed twice to cover it up.

"Soup song, soup song..." The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. After hearing this wonderful answer, he thought about it for a while and hit his thigh: "Wonderful, if this prescription or something is recorded in a ballad, if it can be spread among the people. Come on, although many people are illiterate, as long as they can sing these songs, they can also use some medicinal materials for the disease!"

Yan Kai was a little impressed. This old Taoist priest was really compassionate and thought of the people of the world in everything he did.

In comparison, his layout is still much smaller.

He hesitated for a moment and said: "I remember a few lines of this soup song when I heard it told. How about I copy it to the Taoist Master tomorrow, and the Taoist Master can use it as a reference to complete it."

"Really?" After hearing this, the old Taoist priest bowed to Yan Kai: "This is a blessing for all people. Miaoying thanks Brother Yan on their behalf."

Yan Kai smiled bitterly and jumped away and said, "Taoist Master, can you please stop being like this? I can easily slip up to my waist."

"It's okay, I can cure it." The old Taoist priest actually joked: "I can cure it for you with a few silver needles."

Yan Kai is speechless, the boss is the boss, even if he pretends to be cool, it’s so invisible!

After returning to the room, I bought a book of Soup Song Jue, and copied about ten to twenty sentences from it. I read it over to make sure there were no flaws, and then I went to sleep with peace of mind.

Early the next morning, Yan Kai handed the paper in his hand to the old Taoist priest. The old Taoist priest looked at the calligraphy that looked like a dog chewing and almost didn't recognize all the words on it.

There is no way, Yan Kai is a modern person, and his ability to write with a brush has been attributed to the calligraphy class he attended in elementary school.

However, the old Taoist priest was quickly attracted by the content Yan Kai gave him.

"Da Qing Long Decoction, Da Qing Long uses cinnamon ephedra, apricot grass, gypsum, ginger and jujube. It can relieve sweating and irritability due to the sun. It is good for relieving surface heat and clearing away heat."

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" The old Taoist priest pulled Yan Kai and said, "Brother Yan, your song is really wonderful. I wonder who wrote this soup song you mentioned?"

"I...I don't know. I just heard what others said and wrote down these things."

The old Taoist priest scanned the more than ten verses and said with a smile: "It seems that Brother Yan has a good memory."

After reading it carefully, he sighed and said: "If this kind of ballad had appeared earlier, I think many people or many juniors studying medicine would have benefited a lot."

Yan Kai said: "It's not too late now. Taoist Master can slowly supplement all the prescriptions you know with songs."

"Yeah." The old Taoist priest nodded, then felt a little embarrassed. He hesitated before saying to Yan Kai: "That...Brother Yan..."

Yan Kai saw the old Taoist priest in such a difficult situation and didn't know why. He could only take the initiative to ask: "What's the matter with the Taoist priest? But it doesn't hurt to say it."

"Just...actually, I still have two friends. Their medical skills are better than mine. I rely on myself to perform this soup recipe. I'm afraid I'm not strong enough. Can I invite them both?"

When Yan Kai heard this, he thought it was something. Wasn't it just that there were two medical experts?

He wished he could have more. In this era, it can be said that what he fears most is getting sick. He can only dream of having doctors with superb medical skills.

Isn’t it just a matter of having a few more people at home and a few more pairs of chopsticks?

So he smiled and said: "Taoist Master, you are worrying too much. Since this Soup Song Jue is a major event that benefits the people, although I, Yan Kai, am not a big shot, it is an honor for me to be able to do some small favors. I don't know about Taoist Priest's friends. Do you live far away? I can ask someone from the Zheng family to help deliver the letter."

"It's not that far. They should both be in Luoyang." The old Taoist priest said with a smile, "I'm just afraid that I will bother Brother Yan even more in the future."

Yan Kai just smiled, if you could recruit all the famous doctors from the Tang Dynasty, I would dare to open a hospital for you here.

In this era, it is not taboo to treat diseases and save people, and it can also gain a good reputation.

Miaoying wrote two letters, and Yan Kai read them. One was written to Zhen Quan and the other to Meng Shen.

He didn't know either of them. He originally thought there was Sun Simiao, but it seemed that the old Taoist priest didn't know Sun Simiao either.

Taking the letter, he went to the Zheng Mansion.

No one in the Zheng Mansion dared to stop him now. When he arrived at the Zheng Mansion, he didn't need to notify him and went in directly.

"Zhixun, how are you? Are you feeling better?"

Entering Zheng Zhixun's study, Yan Kai asked, then was slightly stunned.

I saw a crowd of people sitting in Zheng Zhixun's study, all of them children from other aristocratic families that I had met when I went hunting last time.

Then everyone took a pen and wrote with their heads down.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing that it was Yan Kai, a member of the aristocratic family complained: "Mr. Yan is so unethical. He didn't think about everyone when he had such a good thing, so he gave it to Mr. Zheng first."

Yan Kai went over to take a look and found that these guys were all copying the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

After Zheng Zhixun came to ask about it that day, Yan Kai said that he could copy it as he pleased, since it was just a romance story from the past.

Unexpectedly, these guys came to Zheng's house to visit the doctor. After discovering that Zheng Zhixun had read Romance of the Three Kingdoms, they all insisted on copying a copy.

"That's right, Mr. Yan will have such good things in the future, so don't forget everyone."

After all, everyone has been honest with each other after sharing the same difficulties, so they can speak much more casually.

"Okay, okay!" Yan Kai agreed with a smile, and then gave the two letters in his hand to Zheng Zhixun, telling him to send them to Zhen Quan and Meng Shen.

"Mr. Yan, do you know the God of Acupuncture?" A son from an aristocratic family raised his head and asked after hearing Yan Kai's name.

"It's not the God of Needles, it's Zhen Quan." Yan Kai thought he heard wrongly.

Unexpectedly, the son of the aristocratic family said: "Mr. Zhen Quan is the God of Acupuncture. He is said to be able to cure diseases with acupuncture."

When he said this, several other members of the aristocratic family nodded to express that they had heard of this name.

Yan Kai did not expect that the person invited by the old Taoist priest Miaoying would be such a master.

Since he is a master in acupuncture, will there be new content to broadcast in the live broadcast room?