Langfei: I am the younger brother of the Fudi demons

When the middle-aged man heard the scolding, he quickly picked up the prescription left by Lin Fan and walked quickly to Peifu: "Dad, take a look at this prescription."

Peifu glanced at his eldest son, Peifeng, and casually took the prescription from his hand.

Just one glance, and Peifu's eyes lit up.

What a beautiful calligraphy hand.

Quite like Wang Xizhi.

Judging from this strength, it is completely impossible to write without decades of skills.

But... why does it look familiar?

It seems to have seen it somewhere.

Beifu was confused, but soon he was attracted by the recipe and frowned.

As time went by, the expression on his face changed again and again, which was particularly wonderful.

Some are in disbelief, some are doubtful and suspicious, and some are suddenly enlightened, and at the same time, they keep mumbling to themselves...

"No, this is not one prescription, these are two..."

"That's not right, this... these are three recipes."

"Wonderful, simply wonderful."

"This... this third prescription is so compatible... this is clearly a healing medicine, at least A+ level, even better than the prescription I prescribed before..."

A+?

Upon hearing his father's words, Peifeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, Peifu stopped talking, his old eyes lit up, and then he suddenly raised his head and looked at Peifeng: "This... where is this old gentleman who wrote the prescription? Where is he?"

"Old gentleman?" Peifeng had a strange expression. "That man is not an old gentleman, but a young man. He looks to be no more than 20 years old, and he has already left."

"Twenty years old? This is impossible." Peifu looked in disbelief.

This calligraphy hand creates its own rhyme.

It can be said that he has found his own way.

A young man in his twenties probably wouldn't be able to do it even if he started practicing from his mother's womb, right?

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Peifeng wouldn't have thought it was possible.

But what made him think it even more impossible was... a young man in his twenties actually wrote down an A+ level prescription?

Could it be copied from some ancient book?

But hearing the words from his own father's mouth was healing medicine.

And it's still A+ level.

His eyes also lit up: "Dad, can you use this recipe for the person in the back hall?"

"I thought so too, but the other party has already left." Peifu said with regret, "Otherwise, the effect of this prescription will be many times better than the prescription I prescribed before."

"He's not here, but we can get the medicine as ordered." Peifeng said.

"Nonsense." Peifu said with a look on his face, "For a prescription of this level, the amount and order of use are very particular. The slightest difference can make a huge difference, so how can you use medicines indiscriminately?"

Peifeng was so scolded that he didn't dare to talk back: "Dad, why don't you call that person and ask him to come back and help? There are some medicinal materials on there that the store couldn't collect just now, so the person left his phone number before leaving."

When Peifu heard this, his face was happy, and then he glared at Peifeng with some annoyance: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and make a phone call."

Peifeng quickly took out his cell phone to make a call, but no one answered his several calls.

Peifeng and Peifu looked at each other.

Finally, Beifu sighed with some disappointment, turned around, picked up the prepared concoction himself, and returned to the back hall.

back hall,

On the hospital bed, a gentle young woman dressed in noble clothes sat there, looking a little depressed.

Looking at this scene, Peifu shook his head secretly.

……

After Lin Fan left Qiancaotang, he took Jiang Xiaonan through the crowded commercial street and prepared to go back to the rental house and start his plan to make a fortune.

As a result, at this moment, cries and exclamations came from the crowd in front...

"Grandpa, grandpa... wake up..."

"Come here, someone has fainted."

"Can anyone help me call 120..."

Following the exclamation, pedestrians who were originally strolling around the street were attracted and began to gather there.

Lin Fan also raised his eyebrows. As a doctor, he instinctively turned his steps in that direction, and saw an old man who was surrounded by a crowd of noble and well-dressed people lying there with his nose and mouth crooked, and his chest rising and falling weakly.

A little girl who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old was crying and shaking the old man, hoping to wake him up.

There was also a nut bag scattered beside them, and various nuts were scattered on the ground.

Lin Fan's heart sank and he quickly squatted down. At this moment, a familiar voice sounded from outside the crowd: "Lin Fan, why are you here..."

Following the sound, a group of people squeezed into the crowd. Aren't they classmates from their own class?

Peng Ruisan's livestock are also there.

Lin Fan suddenly remembered what Peng Rui said in the morning that Yang Le organized a class gathering today.

Obviously the place where everyone gathers is in this commercial street.

Lin Fan didn't talk nonsense to them, after all, saving people was more important.

Looking at Lin Fan who was squatting down, the little girl who was crying was as if she was grasping a life-saving straw: "You... are you a doctor? Please save my grandpa."

Before Lin Fan could speak, he heard a seemingly kind-hearted voice behind him: "Don't worry, little sister, although she is not a doctor, she is a freshman in our medical school."

Freshman year of medical school?

It's only been a few days since school started, right?

What kind of medical skills can a student who has just passed the college entrance examination know?

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, everyone around him looked suspicious, including the little girl who was crying.

Lin Fan turned to look at the speaker.

Who is it if it’s not Yang Le?

At this moment, Yang Le was looking at himself with a smile on his face.

Next to him, a roommate in the same dormitory said at the right time: "Yang Le, aren't you from a family of traditional Chinese medicine, an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor passed down from generation to generation? You should have medical skills, right?"

The other party's words gave the crying girl hope, and she looked at Yang Le eagerly.

Yang Le just glanced at Lin Fan. Facing the girl's gaze, he looked as airy as a martial arts master: "I studied medicine with my grandfather when I was seven years old. It has been twelve years now!"

Yang Le's words immediately attracted the admiring eyes of the classmates.

"Wow, I have been studying for 12 years. Yang Le is so good. He must have graduated." Yang Le's other roommate immediately gave him a smooth flattery and glanced at Lin Fan, "Lin Fan, this But help me, if you don’t understand, just get out of the way and don’t block Yang Le from seeing a doctor.”

The girl beside the old man also looked at Yang Le with a tearful voice: "Please, please save my grandpa quickly."

"Little sister, don't panic." Yang Le stood up, came to the old man's side and said under the watchful eyes of the surrounding onlookers, "The old man's mouth and nose are crooked, he fainted suddenly, and fell unconscious. All these symptoms indicate that he has a brain disorder. Symptoms of Stroke.”

Lin Fan was stunned when he heard this.

Stroke?

As soon as Yang Le's words came out, he immediately attracted waves of admiration from everyone.

Those classmates in Yang Le's dormitory were even more flattering...

"Yang Le deserves to be from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. He can tell the patient's symptoms at just one glance."

"Team Leader Yang is mighty and has strengthened my Chinese medicine."

"..."

Lin Fan was a little speechless. Yang Le was doing these guys no favors by letting these three guys praise his bad feet so much.

And Yang Le was a little flattered by the praise. He looked at the girl with a friendly look and said: "Don't worry, I will use the family tradition technique to massage your grandfather's acupoints to curb his condition. I will prescribe you a few more of our family secrets later." Medicine is guaranteed to cure the disease.”

The girl burst into tears with gratitude: "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, you're lucky to have met me." Yang Le said with a confident face, then squatted down and massaged the old man's acupoints in a decent manner.

Such actions naturally attracted the flattery of those losers.