Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Thinking of being loved and cared for by someone like eyeballs, Shang Heyin, who was used to wearing a mask, suddenly felt unbearably hot, and a slightly drunken blush appeared under the corners of his eyes.

The winger hooked his fingers on the pillow cover, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, secretly hiding his joy in his heart.

'This guy who loves to use poison really likes to play tricks on people.Still, no big deal.Who let these people overestimate their abilities, oppress others with their seniority, and come to the door to provoke. '

"The script often mentions the evil fate of dog blood --- you will meet someone who doesn't like you for no reason. You want to slap him away, but you get along with patience for no reason..."

Realizing that the word "Fate" was so close to him, Shang Heyin finally made a breakthrough, and the scalding heat quickly extended to his neck...

"Then... let's go." He closed his eyes, enjoying the fragrance of moxa sticks with peace of mind, and suddenly felt comfortable all over his body, with fresh air rising and stale air receding.

After a day of tossing in the troupe, Shang Heyin's pulse, which was already a little vain, became more and more sluggish.Fortunately, Cong Youyan adjusted the prescription in time and added moxibustion to warm the pulse, which made Shang Heyin breathe a sigh of relief.

Drowsily falling into a dark and sweet dream, Shang Heyin seemed to be stepping on cotton clouds, his limbs and facial nerves gradually relaxed.

For the first time, under the eyes of strangers, Master Xiaoshang let go of his guard.

Cong Youyan, who was packing up the moxa sticks and silver needles, heard the snoring on the bed, and his heart that had been hanging was finally let go.

Clapping his hands, he whispered to Bobo to adjust the temperature, and went downstairs quietly on tiptoe.

Fish soup was being boiled in the kitchen, and the milky white soup was misty in the room. The slight milky smell and the aroma of protein made the doctor swallow continuously.

Before he could react, he had already washed his hands, sat at the dining table, and drank the first bowl.

In the past, I was never tired of food, and I didn’t think the food was delicious. I just thought it was a waste of time to sit down and taste the food. Time is so precious, of course, it must be used to study pharmacology. How about sitting down and admiring the flowers, the moon, and the fragrance of autumn?

When he was in Medicine Valley, in order to save time, Cong Youyan basically ate a Bigu Pill to cope with hunger.

Only during the holidays, or during the professional assessment period, Cong Youyan would emerge from the cave with two dark circles under his eyes, and get together with his brothers to roast some beef, cook some medicinal porridge, and exchange information on pathology, Poison scriptures, experiences and so on.

Therefore, from the doctor's behaviors of feasting, chatting, and exchanging emotions with the same family, they are all classified as a waste of time, and they have never caught a cold.

Looking at it now, I was so wrong back then.

"How many comforts and carefree things in the world have I missed!" Cong Youyan shook his head, got up and scooped up another bowl of soup, devoured the fish head, there was not even a little soup left, and stroked the bulging little fish head. Stomach, he burped contentedly: "This is life."

Old Wu handed over a hot towel, "Master, are we going to continue tonight?"

"Continue!" Cong Youyan waved his hand: "The most important thing is to make money!"

Old Wu Shou hurriedly cleaned up the living room, and pushed out two medicine men from the storage room, one in front of the other, skillfully lined up in front of the cooking table.

Youyan changed into a goose-yellow Hanfu, with suet white jade hanging around her waist, and played Wuqinxi twice in the living room to warm up.

After finishing his work, he smiled slightly at the camera, "Hi everyone, it's me, the most handsome Doctor Yaogu on the Internet! There is no one! It's time to check the results again. I saw someone left me a message, complaining that I will The price of the medicine is too high, and there is no red badge from the Food and Drug Administration, so I doubt the efficacy of my medicine."

Cong Youyan shrugged: "Then I can only be sorry, my skills and medical skills are all inherited from my ancestors, and I really don't have the diploma with the red stamp as you said.

Because there are many buyers, the price last night was actually for advertising, and all the cheap and special medicines have been sold out.Drug prices will be higher tonight! "

Old Wu, who was in charge of filming, twitched the corner of his mouth a few times: Yes!That is to say, you, a man of high art, is bold and dares to say anything.

The first to push forward was Muzi, a former professional killer who needed to repair her skin.

Muzi, whose face was wrapped in "white rice dumplings", stared blankly at the roof, being fiddled with by Yuyan, showing the recovery of the skin from all directions.

"Everyone has also seen that the skin of the volunteers is recovering very well. The old scabs have all fallen off, and fresh tender skin has grown underneath." Cong Youyan nodded Muzi's face.

Lao Wu holds the camera, zooms in and zooms in, in order to capture the capillaries in detail.

The picture is so clear that every detail is visible, Muzi's skin has not only grown back, even the reshaped hair is slowly recovering.

Seeing the various bullet screens constantly flashing on the platform, Cong Youyan nodded in satisfaction, "The recovery is very good, this is the inevitable result, and everything is within my expectations. Who made me an all-round doctor? My strength does not allow it." I'm low-key."

After habitually bragging, Cong Youyan took off the clay pot from the kitchen with his own hands, dipped a small wool brush in his hand to take the pitch-black ointment, and then brushed it on Muzi's newly grown tender skin little by little.

Cong Yuyan smeared it while explaining: "This is a prescription recorded in the Medicine Valley Chinese Medicine Classics. It extracts the essence of countless herbs and makes a maintenance mask. It is a treasure for all of us!"

Immediately someone knocked on the phone to ask the price---"Little brother, how long can a small can last? Also, if it doesn't work, I don't want to pay ten times the compensation, as long as you marry me."

Old Wu, who was helping, saw it, and hurriedly read it to Cong Youyan in a low voice.

From Youyan's half face after painting Muzi, he waved his hand and smelled the smell of the medicine, nodded, and took the time to look at the camera: "My dear, you can see it at a glance! Our store sells high-quality goods, although a small can of 900 yuan is only It can be used once, but it is definitely a miracle salve.

If you accidentally swallow it, you don't have to worry, the ointment also has a function, it can get rid of toxins in the body.I promise, those who buy it home will only hate themselves for not buying a few more cans. "

Cong Yuyan squinted at the last message, and spread his hands together: "Moreover, thank you for your kindness, this deity already has an owner."

The mobile phone platform exploded in an instant. Some people scoffed, some frantically licked the screen, and some jumped to question. If you spend 900 yuan to buy an ointment that can only take one bite, you must be a fool with a flood of brains.

Although he inherited the original owner's memory, Cong Youyan is still not used to simplifying Chinese characters, and there are too many bullet screens sliding away on the phone, so he doesn't bother to look through them, and only cares about selling medicine.

"Everyone has seen the effect. The skin of this volunteer is different every day. The secret skin care ointment made by Yaogu Hanfang has a special price for conscience tonight, 900 yuan for a small can! It can be taken! It can be applied to the face! It is truly environmentally friendly and non-toxic. Toxic and nutritious, protect your body!"

When Lao Wu heard the price, he kept cursing inwardly just like the consumer psychology of the general public: Grandma’s, 900 yuan, can only be used once!It's just a black heart.Why don't you go and rob?

In the barrage of the mobile phone, there were indeed more scolding voices.

Because of the constant knocking on the door, Cong Yuyan only glanced at the phone a few times, without a hint of guilt on his face, he waved his sleeves and smiled.

"Why is what this pro said so ugly? What is a black-hearted ghost destined to kill the whole family? My place is not the black shop of Sun Erniang on Shizipo in the Water Margin! I have always marked the price clearly, and made good medicine with my heart, and passed on the traditional Chinese medicine. , This is the professional ethics of an excellent doctor."

Cong Youyan held the ointment, and smiled: "Besides, is 900 yuan too much? Is it expensive? Think about the skin that can be broken by blowing bombs the next day, these are just drizzle."

Someone jumped out of the bullet screen immediately: "I believe you are a big-headed ghost! You shameless doctor is very bad!"

There was also a person who claimed to be "Generation Hairpin", and started to spray wildly: "Who do you think you are, I, an old Chinese doctor, would not dare to sell this price, you hairless little fart, you are so cowardly!" Big. Do you dare to compete face to face?"

Cong Youyan picked out his ears, his face full of disdain: "Going together? Okay, do you dare to show up? The deity will accompany you at any time!"

There was a knock on the door from the mobile phone, and it rang, "I will be afraid of you! You all stand back, don't let anyone stop me, I will teach him a lesson today, and my surname is not Qi!"

"Qi? Qi what? Qitian Dasheng? Cut~, I will be afraid of you? Remember to bring antihypertensive medicine before going out, so as not to lose ugly when you lose, and die after a blood vessel ruptures after being ashamed and angry. Here, But don’t care about killing or burying!”

Old Wu, and Uncle Da who came out to watch the excitement before going to sleep, the two silently looked at each other: "..."

Come on, before selling a bottle of ointment, the enemies all got one.

Cong Youyan thought the matter was not a big deal, and smiled very beautifully at the camera, but his tone was particularly awkward: "Monkey King, I'm right here, waiting for you to fight! Don't be shy!"

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the other side of the video.

An old man with white beard and hair jumped his feet angrily, and pointed to a fat man with big ears: "Mr. Xiong, this is the good-looking video you recommended? A future rookie in Chinese medicine? A stunned young man, running the train with his mouth full , There is no half truth. Medicine, how can it be sold like this? Ah? Selling black heart medicine is blaspheming the ancestors."

The man with fat head and big ears is Xiong Da. He chuckled and put down his teacup slowly: "Mr. Qi, all children nowadays are like this, bold and thick-skinned, talking nonsense all day long."

"Not necessarily, that kid does have some skills." Qi Tianxiang snorted dissatisfiedly, took a sip of ginseng tea, suppressed his anger, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "By the way, you little thief, how did you do it?" I recognize it. I remember, Mr. Xiong seems to be an artist, how do you know such a liar?"

"That's why I'm looking for you. Mr. Qi, you're the industry leader." Xiong Dao said emotionally, "I'm here this time to invite you out of the mountains to suppress this man's arrogance."

Qi Tianxiang didn't answer, just smiled, picked up the official kiln tea bowl, and sipped the tea carefully.

Xiong Da heard the string and knew the meaning, leaned over and raised two fat fingers: "After the matter is done, I will give you this number."