Ye Mingxuan soaked in the bathtub in the space for two hours.
Ye Mingzhe fed him another large bowl of Ganoderma lucidum chicken soup.
Although the person is still unconscious, the wound does not look so dark.
Ye Yutong was afraid that Dr. Ye Lei would come over later, so he took them both out of the space.
Li Yunze came in with Dr. Lei.
Doctor Lei was surprised when he saw Ye Mingxuan's wound, "Did you use any medicine for Mingxuan?"
Ye Mingzhe shook his head, "I didn't use any medicine. I gave my brother some purple Ganoderma lucidum in the middle of the night."
After hearing this, Dr. Lei said with surprise: "I only knew that purple Ganoderma was magical before, but I didn't expect that it could even detoxify long-lost poisons."
"Doctor Lei, this is not an ordinary purple Ganoderma lucidum, it is King Ganoderma lucidum."
Ye Yutong was afraid that he would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained to him.
He thought that purple lingzhi could detoxify the poison and delay his illness in the future.
"I see."
Dr. Lei smiled and sighed, "This kind of purple Ganoderma lucidum is already rare. I didn't expect that Madam could still get the King Ganoderma lucidum. She is really lucky."
"Uncle Lei, these are all given by Brother Tiger. There is a piece of purple Ganoderma lucidum where he lives. This time Ping An and I went down the mountain to ask for some from it, just to avoid anyone getting hurt."
Li Yutong opened the drawer and took out a piece of purple and black Ganoderma lucidum.
"Uncle Lei, please leave this piece of King of Spirits with you. If there are any seriously injured soldiers, give them some. If you can save them one by one."
Dr. Lei took it carefully and said, "Madam, the miracle medicine you gave us was so timely. There were a few seriously injured people last night, and we thought there was no hope.
Now that we have the Ganoderma King, it is possible to really bring them back from the hell gate. "
Doctor Lei asked the servant to help him up, and said excitedly: "Your Highness, Madam, I will have someone grind it into powder and give it to them."
"Dr. Lei, actually purple reishi is more effective when boiled in chicken soup."
Ye Yutong thought of the well water in the space, and said: "I will ask someone to get some chickens back now, and let my second brother cook them in this courtyard. He used to make chicken soup a lot, and he can control the heat well."
After speaking, he sighed again, "No matter what, let the seriously ill soldiers have a good meal."
Doctor Lei nodded heavily.
He understood what Ye Yutong meant. If he could be cured, that would be the best.
If the treatment is not good, there is no need to starve to death on the way to hell.
Ye Yutong knew that he had misunderstood what she meant, and this was also her intention to mislead Dr. Lei.
She planned to use space well water and space chickens to make soup for the injured soldiers to drink, so that the chance of survival might be greater.
This second courtyard is where Ye Mingxuan, Li Chaoyang and others live.
Ye Mingzhe set up four large pots in the backyard, with fragrant chicken soup boiling in them. King Ganoderma lucidum is added to it, as well as the anti-hemorrhage and anti-inflammatory drugs prescribed by Dr. Lei.
The food group also made chicken soup and pork rib soup today, which contained ginseng, astragalus, angelica... Most of them were medicinal materials produced in space. These were given to the lightly injured soldiers.
Those who were not injured ate potato stew, white flour steamed buns, and rice.
The soldiers heard that each person could share four large pieces of meat. Before it was time to eat, I kept looking towards the dining room.
Master Wuchen sniffed as he walked, "It smells so good. Whose family is making chicken soup here?"
Then he said angrily: "I don't know where that brat has gone? Just leaving his master who came all the way back to save him outside the city, huh, what a heartless guy."
Jingkong curled his lips and murmured in a low voice, "Master has so many things to do. Junior brother is in Jinzhou City. His subordinates are everywhere here. If you ask about it, won't you know where he is?
Junior brother is so busy, how can he have time to greet us? Besides, we are not outsiders. We can just go to him directly. Do we have to ask him to come over and invite us in person? "
Master Wuchen turned around, stared at Jingkong and said, "You brat, are you itchy?"
Jingkong shrank his neck guiltily, fearing that his master would beat him, so he hid behind Dongfang Qingyun.
Dongfang Qingyun smiled and said: "Master, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still so humorous."
The last time he met Master Wuchen was at the martial arts conference thirteen years ago.
At that time, Master Wuchen was followed by Jingkong and His Royal Highness.
The little monk Jingkong has not changed at all. He has been chanting after his master since he was a child.
After all these years, he is still as chatty as ever.
Master Wuchen smiled and touched his beard, "I can't do it anymore, I'm old. I passed by Muyun Sect last year and went to see your father for a spar, and I almost lost to that old boy."
When Dongfang Qingyun heard him call his father "old boy", he immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
Why did he feel that Master Wuchen was not lamenting that he was old, but showing off to him that he defeated his father in the competition last year?
Jingkong felt that Master's behavior was too hateful, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Dongfang Daxia, thank you for coming here specifically to help my junior brother deal with those scum in the world. If you need any help in the future, our senior brothers will definitely be obliged to do so."
Dongfang Qingyun glanced at him in surprise. He didn't expect that this kid was quite good at talking.
He said with a serious expression: "His Highness and I met once in Yuncheng, and at that time I felt that only if he sat in that position would the common people have hope.
Some time ago, I heard that King Pingnan asked people from the Jianghu to assassinate him. I was very worried, so I came over to see if I could help. "
Jingkong put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that's good, that's good."
Master Wuchen felt a little embarrassed now. He didn't express his gratitude when someone came to save his apprentice. He just called his father an old boy.
If you think about it this way, it's a bit excessive.
He touched his nose and said with a smile: "Qingyun, we haven't seen each other for many years. I'll let my apprentice make a pot of good wine and prepare some side dishes, and we uncle and nephew will have a drink."
Dongfang Qingyun glanced at his bald head and didn't know how to respond.
Although he had long heard from his father that Master Wuchen was a free-spirited monk who was not shy about his talk.
But when he was asked to have a drink with a monk, he still felt a little disturbed.
Jingkong was so angry with his master that he closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said, "Sin, sin..."
Several junior brothers behind him also followed him.
Master Wuchen knocked on his forehead, "You brats, what are you doing? Master, when did I miss your portion when I ate meat?"
Jingkong squeezed out a few words through his teeth: "Master, don't you even look at where this place is? Can we speak openly and openly about our eating meat?"
Master Wuchen looked at the pedestrians on both sides of the road and silently closed his mouth.
Dongfang Qingyun looked at the master and apprentice, turned his face to one side, and tried not to laugh out loud.
Li Yunze was about to go find them and come back for dinner when he saw a few people talking on the street.
"Master, fellow seniors, junior fellow apprentices, and the Eastern Hero, I was about to call you back for dinner."
"You brat, I thought you had forgotten us." Master Wuchen said angrily.
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Li Yunze smiled and apologized to several people, then opened the door and invited them in.
