Grabbing the bag of Chinese medicine in his hand and smelling it again, Su Mu said with a smile:

"Old man, then I will show my shame."

He quickly spoke out the names of traditional Chinese medicines one by one, and even the portion sizes.

The male sheep's blue eyes were straight.

In the end, Su Mu laughed:

"Old man, the reason why I said this medicine was prescribed by a Mongolian doctor is because the prescription is fine, but the dosage is wrong. Haha, at least the three herbs, astragalus, angelica, and cistanche deserticola, are three times less effective."

Gong Yangqing looked at Su Mu in horror, as if thunder was exploding in his brain.

Is this kid a human or a ghost?

Even if he wants to use the medicinal soup to predict the prescription, he still has to taste the medicinal soup, and he may not be completely correct.

But he didn't even smell it.

Of course, the sealed bag must have the smell of Chinese medicine, but that is of no use at all.

But he got everything right and pointed out the shortcomings of his own prescription.

Are you kidding me?

Gong Yangqing knew that Su Mu was right.

It was him who was wrong.

Because he always prescribes medicine to the elderly, if the medicine is too powerful, he will always leave one or two points behind.

When used on Ning Erxian, the effect of the medicine would naturally be weaker.

This is seeking stability.

Because for those heads of wealthy families, they are not allowed to make any mistakes.

Gong Yangqing is not an ordinary person and knows many things.

He immediately thought of some possibilities.

The origin of this boy...!

Suddenly, his heart became hot.

Before Su Mu could react, the old guy knelt down directly to Su Mu.

Boom, boom, boom!

Three rings.

"Master, please bow to me, my disciple."

Su Mu suddenly opened his mouth wide.

Damn it!

Got tricked.

Lin Guoan, Ning Erxian, Ye Wanqiu and Ning Yan were all stunned.

This is Qing Lao.

The medical fairy who has lived to be a hundred years old.

This, this, this!
Chapter completed!