"Qin Zhongguo?" The old man was stunned at first when he heard this, and then his expression changed in horror: "Are you Qin Zhongguo, the old man of the Qin family in Jiangcheng?"
Mr. Qin snorted and said nothing, but he obviously acquiesced. At this time, Xiao Chen stepped forward and lifted up the paralyzed old man.
The old man's legs and feet couldn't stop shaking. If someone asked his family to move out of Jiangcheng within one day, he could ignore it, but Mr. Qin's words would not change the outcome no matter what.
The old man has three sons in his family. They all live in Jiangcheng. They all have high-paying jobs and have a good future. His son-in-law works in the government agency, which is the relationship he just mentioned. He has some power. If they are all kicked out of Jiangcheng, the loss will be huge.
It's immeasurable.
He finally became frightened and kept begging for mercy: "Mr. Qin, you have a lot of people, so just take what I just said as nonsense, okay? I was wrong. Don't drive our family out of Jiangcheng."
Mr. Qin shook his head and looked at the old man and said, "You didn't offend me. I won't drive you out of Jiangcheng. It's him you offended."
As he said that, under the shocked looks of Liu Yunlu, the bus driver, Xiao Chen, and the old man, he pointed at Yang Tian.
The old man was lost and looked at Yang Tian in disbelief.
He didn't understand that this young man, who was clearly just a student in front of him, had so much energy that he could let Mrs. Qin have him at his side.
In the end, the old man was finally kicked out of the car. Within a day, all his children were persuaded by their leaders to leave and then moved out of Jiangcheng.
When his children heard that the old man offended others and caused this consequence, they were very angry. Because of the old man, their hard-earned future was completely ruined.
In the end, an old man was completely abandoned, with no one to take care of him and was reduced to begging for food on the street!
Of course, these are things for later!
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The entire luxurious fleet looked very different because of the addition of a bus, and everyone turned their attention to it.
The bus was the most popular thing at the moment. The bus driver's palms were sweating. Since Mr. Qin was on the bus, he couldn't even put it into gear with 30 years of driving experience. If Xiao Chen hadn't been watching from the side.
, it has already overturned.
Finally, we arrived at the place without any danger. Only then did the bus driver feel that he was breaking out in a cold sweat and almost collapsed.
Mr. Qin chuckled and said, "Master, thank you."
The bus driver hurriedly waved his hand and said: "It should be done."
Mr. Qin said thank you to him. Oh my god, this is not a dream. The bus driver felt that he could brag about this topic for the rest of his life.
After getting out of the car, Liu Yunlu looked at Yang Tian expectantly and said, "Can I see you again, Yang Tian?"
Yang Tian showed a smile: "There will be a chance."
After saying that, he followed Mr. Qin to the ward.
Qin Xuanxuan's grandma seems to have recovered well and is able to walk. Now she is staying with her children, talking and laughing, and enjoying family happiness.
When she saw Yang Tian arriving, she stood up and wanted to bow, but Yang Tian held her up early.
Grandma Qin Xuanxuan said gratefully: "Brother Yang, thank you for saving my life on the bus that day and for giving me the pill."
Yang Tian shook his head and said: "These are all trivial matters. I am here to completely cure your disease."
So some people were overjoyed when they heard this, and even Mr. Qin's eyes became moist when he heard it.
He and Grandma Qin Xuanxuan have been dependent on each other for their whole lives. Their relationship is so deep that it has transcended everything. If Grandma Qin Xuanxuan died first, he really doesn't know how to live alone.
Qian Lao cupped his hands in front of Yang Tian and said, "Mr. Yang, I misunderstood you last time. This time, as long as my sister's disease is cured, I will be willing to lose everything."
Yang Tian glanced at him and said indifferently: "I don't like your little wealth, so you should keep it for yourself."
The price of his Death Pill is priceless in this world. In addition, the first floor of the Colorful Exquisite Tower has been completely opened. If you just take out two small things, you can fill up all the capital of your hometown with this money.
Therefore, Yang Tian was not joking when he said he looked down upon Qian Lao's family property.
And Mr. Qian also knew that the price of the golden elixir that Yang Tian took out was devalued, but there was nothing to say.
Yang Tian glanced at everyone and asked: "Who among your family members can cook medicine? Come out and help me."
After everyone heard this, they looked at Tang Tai.
The head of the Tang family, one of the four major traditional Chinese medicine families, should have no problem decoction.
Tang Tai stood up when he saw this, but he was not convinced. He had considerable attainments in Chinese medicine. He was not some deceitful doctor, but a real practitioner. He had been in elementary school for decades, and he was no less accomplished than Western medicine.
A capable person will naturally be arrogant.
Tang Tai was furious when he heard that Yang Tian asked him to cook the medicine. He was a master of Chinese medicine, how could he be the killer of a young boy?
So, Tang Tai said proudly: "Mr. Yang, have you ever heard of my name? My name is Tang Tai."
He originally thought that since Yang Tian knew Chinese medicine, he must know his identity to some extent. Even if he had not heard of it, his family or master who taught him Chinese medicine had also heard of his name from the Tang family in Hangbei.
However, what disappointed him was that Yang Tian shook his head expressionlessly and said indifferently: "I haven't heard of it. If you want to express yourself, just listen to my arrangements later."
"Express yourself?" Tang Tai almost laughed angrily.
That's fine, I want to see what means you have to be so confident! Tang Tai sneered in his heart.
Yang Tian picked up the pen, wrote a line of Chinese medicinal materials on the paper, handed it to Tang Tai and said: "Gather all these medicinal materials."
Then he was told to find a medicine stove, where he planned to boil medicine.
Tang Tai frowned and looked at Yang Tian, sneering in his heart. This young man really didn't understand anything. There were several medicinal materials in this prescription that were incompatible with each other. After taking it, not only would the disease not be cured, but would be poisoned.
He was about to speak out when Yang Tian said lightly: "Go quickly!"
Tang Tai gritted his teeth, okay, he wanted to see what tricks this kid wanted to play.
Not long after, the medicinal materials were found and after lighting the fire, Yang Tian looked at Tang Tai and said: "Smelling the smell of Chinese medicine coming from your body, I think you must be a doctor and have been working for forty-eight years. Not bad, you have some experience, but wait.
Don't hold me back."
Tang Tai was shocked when he heard this. How did this kid know that he had been a doctor for forty-eight years? What he said was absolutely correct. Counting this year, it was indeed forty-eight years.
However, after hearing Yang Tian's next words, Tang Tai was immediately furious. He had been practicing Chinese medicine for more than forty years, and he was still dragging the other party back? Thank God the other party didn't drag him back. After all, this guy could have been aborted.
It will definitely not take more than twenty years to study Chinese medicine.
Yang Tian didn't care whether he was annoyed or not. After the medicine stove was ignited, his palms pressed against the earthen pot.
Everyone exclaimed, even though the earthen jar had just come into contact with the flame, it was still very hot to the touch. Why didn't Yang Tian feel anything?
They don't know that Yang Tian is urging the immortal energy to make the flames burn brighter at this moment, because ordinary ordinary fire cannot burn the elixir he will take out later!
After a while, everyone felt a wave of heat, and everyone was sweating profusely. Only Yang Tian remained unmoved. There was not even a trace of sweat on his forehead, and his palms were still pressed against the earthen pot.
Everyone was shocked by Yang Tian. Under such high temperature, he could touch the earthen pot with his hand without getting hurt. It was incredible.
Tang Tai had already put away his contempt at this time. It is recorded in ancient books that alchemists who refine alchemy can form a stream of true energy in their bodies. This true energy can drive the temperature of the flame to a higher level when refining the elixir, reaching the level of the elixir.
Perfect quality.
He originally thought these were all rumors, but seeing Yang Tian's move, everything he believed in before seemed to start to loosen.
China has been around for five thousand years, and science has only been around for a few hundred years!
There are indeed many things that cannot be explained by science.
At this moment, Yang Tian's closed eyes suddenly opened, his dark eyes were as sharp as knives, and he shouted: "Add the medicine, the first flavor: ginseng! The second flavor: Astragalus! The third flavor..."
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Yang Tian spoke in an orderly and clear order.
But then Yang Tian solemnly said: "Pinellia ternata, cinnamon twig, and trichosanthin, put them together!"
Tang Tai was dumbfounded when he heard this and hurriedly looked for it.
But due to anxiety, my brain seems to be in trouble.
Due to the delay of a few breaths, the flames in the earthen jar shot up into the sky, causing everyone to scream in panic. Seeing that the earthen jar was about to burst, Yang Tian finally changed his expression.
He secretly cursed trash, slapped the ground with his palm, and in front of everyone's eyes, the three herbs rose directly from the ground and entered the earthen jar.
Only then did the crock regain its composure.
But everyone was stunned, and they couldn't calm down at this moment. (To be continued)
