Ye Chen reached out and made a move, and all the medicine packets flew into the air and flew in front of him.
Seeing this scene, Wu Hong and the others almost stared out of their eyes. What kind of method was this? It was too magical.
On the other hand, Zhuge Qingcheng was not too surprised. After all, Ye Chen had taken the jade flute out of thin air, so now that he was taking the medicine package out of thin air, there was nothing to make a fuss about.
Opening the medicine bag, Ye Chen grabbed all the herbs inside. Then he closed his hands, held the herbs in his palms, and crushed them repeatedly.
After a short time, all these herbs disappeared and turned into powder, which was put into a jade bottle by Ye Chen.
Everyone present opened their eyes wide and felt incredible. After rubbing it back and forth a few times, all the medicinal materials turned into medicinal powder.
This young man really has some tricks up his sleeve. No wonder the old dean Sun Siyuan admires him so much. Wu Hong thought secretly in his heart.
Ye Chen continued his next move. After pouring the medicinal powder into the jade bottle, he immediately bit his fingertip. Then he pointed the wound at the mouth of the jade bottle and dripped blood into it.
"What?" Zhuge Qingcheng's heart trembled slightly, she covered her mouth with a shocked look.
Looking at this posture, even if she didn't know medical skills, she knew that Ye Chen was using his own blood to make medicine.
After three drops of blood fell in a row, Ye Chen took his finger back. With a gentle touch, the wound on his fingertip recovered as before and no longer dripped blood.
Then, Ye Chen shook the jade bottle for two minutes before pouring out the medicine inside.
This is a brown pill the size of a grape. It looks very ordinary, with no special luster or attractive aroma.
But Sun Siyuan and the others understood that this little pill was absolutely extraordinary.
People should not be judged by their appearance, and the same is obviously true for this pill.
Ye Chen took the pills and walked towards Zhuge Qingcheng.
"You...won't let me take this pill..." Zhuge Qingcheng looked panicked and seemed a little repelled.
Of course, this was not because she disliked Ye Chen's dirty hands, but because the pill was mixed with Ye Chen's blood.
Thinking of this, she felt a little bit hard to get over it.
"No, this is not an internal medicine." Ye Chen shook his head expressionlessly, and then warned, "I am going to treat you now. If you feel pain, you can shout out."
Nodding, Zhuge Qingcheng immediately sat on the edge of the bed like a wooden sculpture, motionless.
Ye Chen smiled slightly, clenched his fist and crushed the pills in his palm again. Then he stretched out his hand and gently stroked Zhuge Qingcheng's cheek.
His movements were gentle, like a lover's caress, which made Wu Hong and others' expressions change.
Ye Chen didn't pay attention to their gazes at all. He was very involved in his body and mind and applied medicinal powder on the scars on Zhuge Qingcheng's face.
This seems to be a simple task, but the control of strength is crucial. It doesn't work if the force is too light or too heavy. Even old doctors with decades of medical experience have difficulty controlling this heat.
Following Ye Chen's movements, Zhuge Qingcheng's forehead began to sweat, and a burning sensation came from her face, one after another, getting stronger and stronger.
Perhaps because she didn't want to be looked down upon by Ye Chen, Zhuge Qingcheng never screamed, she kept gritting her teeth and holding on.
Huangtian paid off, and after about twenty minutes, Ye Chen finally stopped moving.
"You can just scream out if you can't help it. Why are you holding it in? No one here is laughing at you." Seeing Zhuge Qingcheng's face that was flushed from holding back, Ye Chen shook his head and was speechless.
Then, he turned around, poured the remaining powder back into the jade bottle, and threw it to Sun Siyuan.
"The remaining ones are for you." Ye Chen said generously.
Sun Siyuan took it carefully, holding the jade bottle in his hand as if it were a treasure.
With this powder, their hospital will no longer have to worry about patients with severe trauma.
Although the amount of medicinal powder in the jade bottle is very small, Sun Siyuan is not worried at all. With the medical level of the city hospital, it is completely possible to reproduce this kind of medicinal powder.
As if he saw Sun Siyuan's little thoughts, Ye Chen smiled and said lightly: "Don't even think about replicating this kind of medicinal powder. Without my blood, you won't be able to achieve anything good no matter how hard you try."
As soon as these words came out, Sun Siyuan's face suddenly dropped.
Good guy, I'm so happy, this medicinal powder is still a limited edition after all.
"Has Miss Zhuge's face been cured?" Sun Siyuan couldn't help but ask.
He put the jade bottle away. Although there was no way to recreate it, it was still better than nothing.
After hearing Sun Siyuan's words, everyone present turned their curious eyes to Ye Chen, even Zhuge Qingcheng was no exception.
As for why they couldn't tell whether Zhuge Qingcheng's face was healed or not, it was because after applying the medicinal powder, half of Zhuge Qingcheng's face had been wrapped in a layer of brown serum, making it impossible to see clearly the condition of the scars inside.
Only Zhuge Qingcheng himself could feel the numb feeling after the bursts of pain.
"It's cured. The wound on her face has completely healed." Ye Chen said lazily.
"Then when can the medicinal powder be washed off?" Zhuge Qingcheng asked softly.
After looking at the time, Ye Chen smiled and said, "It's okay now."
He walked up to Zhuge Qingcheng, suddenly raised his hand, and tore off the congealed brown slurry on her face.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes focused on Zhuge Qingcheng's face.
"Oh my god, I can't even see any traces at all." Wu Hong opened her mouth wide with shock on her face.
At this time, there was no trace of scars on Zhuge Qingcheng's face. Her originally injured skin was now bright and white, as flawless as white marble.
"It's amazing." Even though he had already seen Ye Chen's incredible medical skills, Sun Siyuan still couldn't help but exclaimed.
It had only been less than half an hour, and the big problem that left their entire hospital helpless was easily solved by Ye Chen.
The heir to the Heaven-defying Nine Needles is truly extraordinary.
Seeing everyone's expressions, Zhuge Qingcheng knew that Ye Chen's treatment had worked.
She couldn't contain the joy and excitement in her heart, and subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek.
Ye Chen took out his phone, turned on the selfie mode very considerately, and then handed it to Zhuge Qingcheng.
"Oh my God." Zhuge Qingcheng covered her mouth, her eyes moist with excitement.
No woman cares about her appearance. If so, then she must be faking it.
Looking at the flawless face that appeared on the phone, Zhuge Qingcheng really had the urge to kneel down to Ye Chen.
This 100% restoration of appearance is no less than a gift of rebirth for her.
Suddenly, Zhuge Qingcheng stood up and rushed to Ye Chen.
Under Ye Chen's puzzled gaze, Zhuge Qingcheng held his face and kissed him on the lips.
This scene stunned everyone present, and their brains collectively shut down.
