Hearing these three words, the old man immediately trembled.
"It's Dr. Wang! Thank you for your hard work. I'm sorry. This old gentleman may not understand my prescription. It's no big deal." Lin Yang turned around and smiled.
"That's good. I thought something had happened. Uncle Fan, you may have misunderstood. This young man is not just a kid who just discovered Chinese medicine. He is the famous Dr. Lin!" Dr. Wang said with a smile.
"What? He...he is the young Divine Doctor Lin?" The old man felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Isn't that right? Others' medical skills may not be as good as yours!" Dr. Wang patted Uncle Fan on the shoulder and walked away.
The old man's face suddenly changed and became complicated.
"You brat, how dare you tease me?"
He was a little embarrassed, but he still came over and couldn't help but say.
"Old sir, I didn't do anything." Lin Yang shouted that he was wronged.
"Hmph, since you are the famous Doctor Lin, well, I want to see what's so magical about your brewing method!" the old man said coldly.
Although he is old and stays in this pharmacy all day long, he still knows these three words, Miracle Doctor Lin, very well.
Since this person can cure cerebral infarction and rhinitis, there must be something special about him.
It’s just that this cooking method has never been heard of before! Today, it’s an eye-opener!
The old man looked on with sparkling eyes.
But he saw Lin Yang holding a small fan and gently fanning it at the stove where the medicine was boiled.
His control over the heat is extremely wonderful.
But I saw that the flame was like an elf, dancing under the medicine jar. Sometimes it was lifted this way, sometimes it was swinging that way, and a moment later it was like a flower, blooming or shrinking. It was particularly magical.
The old man couldn't help but be stunned.
At this moment, he felt that Lin Yang was not fanning the flames.
But...hold the fire in your hands!
After about half an hour of this, Lin Yang carefully took out a piece of white cloth wrapped in his jacket pocket, and took out a piece of blue grass-like vegetation from inside.
"This is this?" The old man was shocked.
He had never seen anything so magical.
"This is a rare medicinal herb called Tianxuan grass."
Lin Yang said, put it into the pot and continued to cook.
Not long after the Tianxuan grass was put into the pot, the originally pungent smell of Chinese medicine immediately became fragrant, and the medicinal aroma filled the entire pharmacy.
The old man was a little intoxicated.
After another hour, Lin Yang picked up the medicine jar, poured it into a bowl, covered it, and left.
All steps, without any sloppiness...
The old man reacted suddenly.
"Nian...Miracle Doctor Lin!" he shouted.
"What's the matter, old gentleman?" Lin Yang couldn't help but ask.
"Your method of brewing medicine...what exactly is it?" The old man hesitated for a while, then hesitantly said.
