Ling Fei was in a good mood after the test. He found results in today's test. His physical fitness was stronger than that of ordinary classmates. He used to be sick and malnourished, which was worse than ordinary classmates. His training improved his quality after a few days.

I have to say that the magic of the Congyi Sect can achieve such an effect in just a few days. But to reach the level he used to be, it will take a long time to go.

Time flies Friday, and I don’t know what happened to Tang Bingwan, so I just transferred the money today. Ling Fei got the money and was going out for a walk. He has never played around in school every day. The same is true for the previous Ling Fei. He has never gone out to play. Except for the roommates who treat him to dinner, they stayed at home for the rest of the time. The reason is simple, his life is difficult...

In addition to coming out to wander around Ling Fei, he also has some serious work. He is planning to buy some medicine to temper himself. The medical skills of the miraculous doctor easily incomplete include various medical skills. What he knows is not only Bi Luoming's heart hand, but also his medical skills are profound.

The body tempering prescription is a basic prescription left by the miracle doctor. It uses a medicinal bath to improve physical fitness and make the body stronger. Together with one another, Ling Fei's cultivation speed will be faster.

After a class in the morning, Ling Fei left school and started shopping around. Now there are fewer and fewer traditional Chinese medicine stores, and there are no traces of walking around a few streets. Modern Chinese medicine has declined, and more people believe in Western medicine. Only when they are desperate will they think of traditional Chinese medicine and treat it with a try-out mentality. In addition, countless scammers and quack doctors have ruined the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine, and the current situation of traditional Chinese medicine is worrying.

All this can be learned from Ling Fei's memory, and Ling Fei sneered at it. Ling Fei has carefully studied the medical books that are easy to be incomplete and has a deep understanding of traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine causes diseases no worse than Western medicine, and in many aspects it is even better than Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine treats the root cause, Western medicine can cure the symptoms, and Western medicine can only cure the symptoms.

After walking for a long time, Ling Fei barely found a Chinese medicine shop in a remote corner. No one cared about it, and the door was deserted. Compared with the Western medicine clinic diagonally opposite the door, it was a very different story. When I entered it, the whole room had a smell of medicinal materials, with a bit of antique charm. The wooden box displays medicinal materials, the tabletops are messy, and various Chinese herbal medicines are placed.

"Sir." Ling Fei called out, "The new city called the doctor a sir in dialect, which is the same as in ancient times.

An old man with wrinkled skin in the medicine table raised his head in a drowsy manner and broke away from his cloudy eyes: "Take a doctor?"

Ling Fei walked to the medicine table and glanced around: "Sir, I bought medicine, are there any Timingzi?" Timingzi is a very special drug, which has the effects of promoting blood circulation, replenishing qi, and solidifying detachment. The name of such a drug was hundreds of years ago. I don't know whether there is an extinct Ling Fei now. After all, it is a medical skill passed down by Yibu, and hundreds of years have passed.

"Oh?" The old man raised his eyes, and a gleam flashed through his turbid eyes, "You want to bring Aiko?"

Ling Fei smiled and said, "Is there any?"

The old man pushed his glasses and said, "Timingzi was called hundreds of years ago. I didn't expect you to know it alone."

Ling Fei raised his eyebrows. He didn't know this. Who knows the name of Chinese medicinal herbs abroad? His subordinates looked for it according to the requirements. Ling Fei never knew that Timingzi had another name.

"How much do you want?" asked the old man.

"Take as much as you can." Ling Fei smiled and said, the main medicine for body quenching is Timingzi. Other medicines can be replaced by others, but Timingzi is not the only one. In the early stage of his cultivation, he must have a single prescription for body quenching. Timingzi is indispensable, and the more it is better.

"Oh." The old man looked at Ling Fei carefully for a long time and lowered his head, "If you don't sell, you can go."

Ling Fei paused, what happened to this old man? He obviously has this kind of thing, but he doesn't sell it. He is not doing business with the money.

"Sir, do you have no here?" Ling Fei asked. There are too few traditional Chinese medicine stores now, and it has been a long time since I found one. If he doesn't sell it, I don't know how long it will take to search.

"Yes, I won't sell it." The old man didn't raise his head, holding the books in his hand and read them carefully.

Ling Fei frowned: "Why?"

"There is no reason, I just don't sell it, you go." The old man waved his hand.

Ling Fei was puzzled, what does this old man mean?

"Timingzi is very precious?" Ling Fei asked again.

"Nothing worthless." The old man shook his head, "I can't sell it, you go."

"Since it's worthless, why not sell it?" Ling Fei became interested.

The old man remained silent and did not raise his head with his book.

"Old quack doctor, you are still selling medicine? You are not afraid of poisoning people to death." At this time, a sharp voice came from the door. Ling Fei turned his head and looked at it. He was a man in his thirties with a thin face and bones, a thin mouth and triangular eyes. The face was written with the word "traitor", which made people frown when they saw it.

When the old man saw the man, he frowned and said softly: "Zhang Shan, if there is nothing to do, leave my store. I won't welcome you here."

"Hey, I'm immortal. You've treated my son as a disabled person and said such things. Your compensation is not over yet!" the man sneered.

The old man's face was wrinkled, his wrinkles tightened, and his eyes were filled with anger: "You are not welcome here, leave my store."

The man snorted coldly: "I was so easy to send me away? Do you think I didn't bring enough people today?"

Ling Fei was interested in listening to the two of them, and there seemed to be some stories inside.

The old man widened his eyes and his beard blew: "Get out! You are not welcome here!"

The man narrowed his eyes and leaned against the door: "Zhong Rentang, tsk, the name of the store is quite pretentious, and he still opens a store without any ability. In two days, I will smash you here and let the Western doctors on the opposite side have a good look at the fun. Traditional Chinese medicine? I make some soup with grass roots and say it is a disease? Bah! Trash stuff. What Chinese medicine masters, who seek fame and reputation, will die sooner or later make you doom. If you don't pay me your stuff, you'll wait and see!"

"Stop!" the old man shouted angrily, his old face trembling, and his eyes were full of anger. He raised his wrinkled hand and pointed at the man tremblingly, "Zhang Shan, you can scold me, you can say that I am a quack doctor, but you can't insult Chinese medicine! This is the wisdom of our Chinese for thousands of years, and people like you cannot tolerate nonsense!"

Zhang Shan was even more sarcastic: "I am old and have a broad mind. I just said what happened to Chinese medicine garbage? What can you do with me? I just said it was garbage. I just said it was disease, and I just said it was sick with a pile of rotten grass roots. I all ate it to be disabled. Damn, why don't you eat shit? Maybe the effect of shit is greater."

The old man was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at Zhang Shan, you and you for a long time: "Your son was asking for it, not my reason."

"Trump is garbage, bah, you're making excuses!" Zhang Shan snorted coldly, "It's the medicine you gave that made my son disabled. Traditional Chinese medicine is garbage. What did I say wrong?"

Ling Fei squinted his eyes at Zhang Shan: "As I said that, you can't insult Chinese medicine."

"Oh, boy, why? Are you going to stand up for this old man?" Zhang Shan walked up and clapped his hands and patted Ling Fei's chest, raised his lips and smiled deeply, "I advise you to consider your identity. Some people are something you can't afford to offend!"

Ling Fei's tone was plain: "It has nothing to do with this old man. I am just reminding you that traditional Chinese medicine is not something you can insult." As the only inheritor of the miracle doctor Yi Buquan, Ling Fei has a deep affection for traditional Chinese medicine. Zhang Shan's words made him feel very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong with me insulting me? Today is so interesting. I can't insult me ​​when I meet two stupid people? Hahaha, it's so funny. Do you think you're noble if you say a few words to a Chinese medicine doctor? Or do you think Chinese medicine is so arrogant? It's a price to pretend to behave. Boy, a student is obedient in school, don't show off. Since you've come out and pretend to behave, I'll let you see the cruelty of society!" Zhang Shan smiled grimly and slapped Ling Fei in the face.

Ling Fei took a step back, no more or less, and Zhang Shan's hand just blinked past Ling Fei's face and raised his palm.

Zhang Shan knocked down and raised his eyebrows: "Boy, you dare to hide. You are very brave. Then you will know how bad your fate is!"

Zhang Shan pressed his knuckles with his hands against each other, making a crackling sound, and his face was ferocious: "Don't let Chinese medicine trash be said? Then I will use my fist to speak hard on your face, so that you can hear it clearly!"
Chapter completed!