Elixir Supplier Chapter 556: Stealing medicine
In the early morning of the next day, as the sun rose, the firewood in the hut burned.
"This spring water is different from the Baicao pot." Wang Yao sighed.
If he was in Dali in the first few days, he would cook those medicaments under these conditions. It would be a lot easier and more effective.
The sound of crackling firewood burning from the mountain hut, and the smell of medicine gradually drifted out of the hut.
Blindly adding traditional Chinese medicine, the color of the soup gradually changes, and the taste also changes.
A cup of tea, staring at the pot on the flame.
Time passes quietly in the flames.
Under the mountain, outside the hospital.
"Why haven't you come back yet?" Wang Zecheng had already visited twice in the morning. If he was not in the same village, he would go directly to his house if he knew Wang Yao's temper.
"This medicine is expensive, why don't you have a sense of time!" He muttered back home this time.
"Bought medicine?" his wife asked.
"No, he is not in the hospital."
"I've been here twice, shall we go in the afternoon?"
"Um, good."
On the mountain, in the medicinal field, Wang Yao filled the prepared white porcelain bottle with the first medicine that had been boiled, then cleaned it up and went down the mountain.
The rest of the medicine for calming the mind and soul was brewed at night, so after lunch, he came to the hospital. Not long after sitting down, he heard a knock on the door outside. Then someone opened the door and walked in. Wang Zecheng came.
"Something?"
"Well, my dad has run out of medicine, when do you think I can dispense another pair?" Wang Zecheng said.
"Oh, sorry." Wang Yao said after hearing it, "he forgot about it."
"In this way, I will make one in the afternoon and send it to you in the evening."
"Send to home?" Wang Zecheng was taken aback.
"Yes, show Uncle Yilong by the way." Wang Yao said.
"Okay, um, please pay attention to something." Wang Zecheng said.
"What's the matter?"
"Don't tell my family how much the medicine is. I told my dad that this medicine costs 100 yuan. If he knows that a pair of medicine requires so much money, I guess he won't need it." Wang Ze Chengdao.
"You think it's fine, okay, I wrote it down."
"Hey, okay, this is the deposit." Wang Zecheng put down the five thousand yuan first, then turned around and left the hospital.
"Hey, how did I watch the bargaining matter!" He remembered it after he went out, and just forgot the other purpose of this visit.
I don't know why, he was a little nervous when he saw Wang Yao.
"Really, let's talk about it next time!"
He loves money, but he loves his father more.
"Seeing that his mentality has completely changed, yes, make another medicine." Wang Yao said.
However, this time he did not go up the mountain, but directly boiled it in the medical hall. The medicinal materials used were ordinary medicinal materials except for "star aniseed", but it was not common for Wang Yao. Part of it is on the Nanshan Mountain. In that medicine field, it is nourished by the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth gathered by the "Spirit Gathering Array" day and night. The effect of the medicine is not to say how many times stronger than those artificially planted. It is also much stronger than those wild herbs in the deep mountains and old forests.
Dali thousands of miles away.
Han Zhigao came out cautiously from the room, sweating.
"How is it?" Han Zhiyu said while waiting outside.
"Stolen!" he whispered.
Today, they took advantage of the eldest brother's careless effort to steal a little of the three medicines left by Wang Yao.
"That's it?" Han Zhiyu asked, looking at the tiny bits of medicine in the small plastic bag.
"I'm afraid that if I vote too much, my eldest brother will find out and doubt us."
"Okay, just a little bit, you go to the King of Medicine?" Han Zhiyu said.
"Sure, I will go if I go!" Han Zhigao said. "I'm leaving now."
"Okay, hey, wait, these medicines are stored with ice cubes, so as not to get there to deteriorate, then it will not be worth the loss." Han Zhiyu said.
"Okay, I know, I will go first."
"Slow down on the road."
Han Zhigao took the three drugs stolen from his home and drove away from Dali.
The Han family, Han Xing looked at the place where the medicine was stored, and stood there quietly.
"Hey!" After a long time, he sighed.
He put this medicine, how can I not tell that it has been touched.
"Hope useful!"
At this point, what can he say is his brother?
On the other side, Han Zhigao, who drove out, drove very fast.
As the evening approached, he went to an unknown town in southern Yunnan. The road on this road was rugged and difficult to walk.
"Grandma's, it's really wrong. I can't live in a good city. I have to live in such a remote mountain village!" He murmured while driving.
Even after becoming famous, "Miaojiang Medicine King" still lives in his own village and rarely visits doctors. This habit has been maintained for decades. The Miaojiang generation wants to invite him to see many patients, but they can invite him Few people came out of the mountain.
Because of the late arrival, several inns in the village were full, so he could only spend the night in the car.
Yes, there are three hotels in this small mountain village, but they are full on weekdays, because people from several provinces of Miaojiang come to see the King of Medicine every day, so if there are more people coming, it will naturally be arranged. When Han Zhigao came last time, he heard a villager mention that the longest one had waited here for more than two months. This is what he knew. He finally got the number and ran into the king of medicine. When he was in a bad mood, he had to wait. When he was in a good mood, but he didn't know why something went out again, he had to wait again, not waiting, let go of this opportunity, and wait again. This is a bit like a bank's number queuing, and the number expires.
"Hey, really, suffer!" Han Zhigao said.
In fact, there are situations like him. Looking around, there are at least fifty or sixty cars parked in this village.
The night is gradually falling.
Above Nanshan, Wang Yao is making today's third medication.
The medicine made for Chen Ying's brother can calm the mind and soul.
Simmering at night also takes the meaning of night tranquility and tranquility.
The lights in the hut did not go out until late at night.
In the early morning, the sun rises as usual.
The villagers in the jungle began to get busy. The people in this village are very grateful to the "Miaojiang Medicine King", because when the people in the village ask their masters and apprentices to see a doctor, they don’t charge money, and because they are in the village, there are many people who come to see the doctor. They bring in a lot of economic income, which is much easier than farming and going into the mountains and forests to gather medicine.
Stayed in the car all night, Han Zhigao, who was aching all over, carefully removed the box containing the three small medicines, then hugged him, locked the car, and came to a corner of the village. Outside the dilapidated old bamboo building, the two-story bamboo building has a small courtyard outside, but there is a high fence for one person to enter.
There are already seven or eight people waiting outside. They are very quiet and very conscious. They are queuing. Everyone has a sign made of bamboo with a number engraved on it.
"Hope Yaowang feels better today." Someone whispered.
"Yeah, I have been waiting here for five days."
They waited until nine o'clock before the bamboo building opened, and a man in his thirties walked out of it. He was of medium height, thin body, slender cheeks, and very energetic.
"Six people today, come in order." The man's voice was not loud.
"Ah, just keep one!" someone in the underground muttered softly after listening.
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After speaking, the man turned around to enter the bamboo building.
"Please wait." A voice came from behind.
"Huh?"
Everyone's eyes are on Han Zhigao. He doesn't have that special number plate. If he lined up here according to the rules, it would take at least ten days.
"I want to see Yaowang alone."
"Do you know what you are talking about?" the middle-aged man said coldly.
"Well, can I tell you about the situation alone."
The man stared at Han Zhigao for a minute, then nodded.
"Thank you." Han Zhigao carried the box into the small courtyard, then went up to the bamboo building and came to the middle-aged man. He spoke a few words, opened the box, and then entered the bamboo building.