"Young Master Shen, cough..."

When he came to the hospital, Shen Ling looked at Lang Zhong in front of him, frowning slightly.

Although the situation I saw along the way already felt a little bad, but now even the doctor in the medical center has a problem, which really makes Shen Ling not know what to say.

Too many people are affected.

"I'll get the medicine."

Shen Ling looked at Lang Zhong and spoke softly.

Lang Zhong slowly got up and smiled: "Mr. Shen...cough, just say it."

Looking at the names on the medicine box, Shen Ling instantly uttered a long list of nouns.

"Poison Classic" is a very magical book, because this book not only taught Shen Ling how to prepare poison, but also learned a lot of knowledge about medicinal materials.

For example, some Chinese herbal medicines, which are obviously tonics, can also be used as poisons.

Whether it is tonic or poison depends on whether the amount is appropriate.

Although Lang Zhong was ill and frail, it was absolutely unequivocal to give Shen Ling the medicine.

Soon, a pile of medicinal herbs was piled up in front of Shen Ling.

After finishing the arrest, Lang Zhong looked at Shen Ling: "Give it to Mr. Shen... ahem, affordable price, a total of five taels of silver, ahem."

"Row."

Shen Ling took out five taels of silver and handed it to Lang Zhong.

He took these medicinal materials, looked at the back of the medical hall, and said, "Can I use your things? You can rent them."

Lang Zhong said softly, "Cough, Mr. Shen, please, please don't ask for money."

Shen Ling walked to the back of the hospital.

He looked at the patients lying on both sides, and at the Chinese medicine that was being brewed.

After observing for a while, Shen Ling walked to an empty pot, sorted and placed the medicinal materials in his hand, and then added them to the pot one by one according to a fixed proportion.

She just tasted a well of water with the Seven Days Duanhun San, relying on the knowledge of the "Poison Sutra", Shen Ling instantly understood the ingredients of the Seven Days Duanhun San.

Configuring an antidote is just a matter of convenience.

The fire was lit, and Shen Ling sat by the pot.

Start to boil the antidote.

The taste of traditional Chinese medicine has always been very strange, but this pot of things that Shen Ling boiled makes people smell very fragrant.

An hour has passed.

Shen Ling opened the pot, picked up a bowl from the side, and poured out the medicinal soup.

"It tastes good."

Lang Zhong, who came over to check his traditional Chinese medicine, said softly, and asked with a smile, "What kind of medicine is this, Mr. Shen? Cough cough."

"An antidote."

Shen Ling's tone was calm, and then handed the bowl to Lang Zhong.

Lang Zhong looked at Shen Ling and raised his head suspiciously: "What does Young Master Shen mean?"

"Drink and see."

Shen Ling said with a smile, and Lang Zhong shook his head quickly, "Young Master Shen, you can't drink medicine indiscriminately. Drinking this stuff indiscriminately will kill people."

Shen Ling looked at the people lying behind him, and asked Lang Zhong, "I ask you, is there any help for these people behind?"

Lang Zhong shook his head: "It can't be saved."

Shen Ling held a bowl and walked to a patient's side.

He helped the patient up, and then said softly, "If you want to live, drink this bowl of medicine."

The patient nodded with difficulty, his eyes full of longing for the medicine bowl.

Lang Zhonggang next to him wanted to stop it, but thinking that he could not save these patients, he put down his raised hand.

"It's very comfortable."

After taking the medicine soup, the patient looked at Shen Ling and said weakly, "Mr. Shen, can I really stand up?"

Shen Ling smiled: "Don't worry, I didn't lie to you, you will be fine."

He patted the patient's back, then picked up another clean bowl and continued to pour soup from the pot of antidote.

One by one, Shen Ling picked up more than a dozen patients in the hospital who had been declared hopeless, and then fed them with medicinal soup one by one.

After doing this, Shen Ling looked at Lang Zhong: "Help me take good care of this pot, I will use it when I come back."

Lang Zhong nodded.

Shen Ling got up and walked out of the hospital.

Holding the rest of the medicinal materials, he returned to the front of his house.

Looking at the people who blocked the door of the Shen family, Shen Ling said solemnly, "Everyone put down the people, and all the irrelevant people retreat."

For a while, the people followed suit.

Shen Ling said by the well before that they could carry the dying patient to the door of the Shen family.

At this time, they put down their relatives, and then gave up the space.

"There are so many..."

Shen Ling frowned slightly.

He walked to the side of these patients and looked at the situation.

If he uses all the internal power of longevity for treatment, it is estimated that the internal power in his body will be exhausted before the rescue is finished.

After thinking for a few seconds, Shen Ling decided to save those who were really going to die first.

Most of these people are the elderly, and there is only one middle-aged person.

"Get up, get up!"

Under the circumstance that Shen Ling used his longevity internal power recklessly, a miraculous scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The old man who was so angry before, who saw that he might die at any time, was now able to stand up by himself after being held by Shen Ling's arm for a while.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it was a fact.

It's ridiculous!

"Thank you, Young Master Shen!"

Seeing his relatives being rescued, a young man next to him knelt directly on the ground.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive bangs made Shen Ling hurriedly say, "Get up."

At this time, he was still using his longevity inner strength to treat the other two old men, and he couldn't step forward to help the young man up.

One by one.

Of the more than 100 patients brought over, about 30 were directly cured by Shen Ling.

After this ~lightnovelpub.net~ Shen Ling's body suddenly shook.

For a while, the surrounding people who were staring at Shen Ling exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, they absolutely do not want Shen Ling to fall.

Shen Ling shook his head and looked around: "Don't worry, everyone, I will save the rest."

With that said, Shen Ling walked into the Shen's house.

She closed the door of the Shen family.

As soon as the door was closed, Shen Ling's body slid down the door.

He sat directly on the ground.

"Call."

After wiping off the sweat on his head, Shen Ling's inner strength of longevity was gone.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

Just in time, Xiaohuan passed by in front of the gate, and when he saw Shen Ling, he hurried over and helped Shen Ling up.

"I'm fine, help me to the kitchen!"

Shen Ling said in a deep voice.

Xiaohuan nodded and supported Shen Ling to start walking towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, under the guidance of Shen Ling, Xiaohuan threw the unintelligible herbs into the pot.

The five cauldrons caught fire at the same time.

Looking at the busy Xiaohuan and his servants, Shen Ling said word by word:

"These medicines can be boiled for half an hour. Then take them out for those patients to drink. The Shen family who has recently become ill will also drink a bowl per person."

"Drink it, and you'll be cured!"

With that said, Shen Ling closed his eyes and sat cross-legged in the kitchen.

Originally, he hadn't slept for three days, and he studied the Poison Sutra without eating or sleeping. He just overdrawn all the internal power of longevity in his body, and his body was extremely weak.

He needs to rest.

Here, under the orders of Shen Ling, Xiaohuan also directed his servants to work.

After half an hour, the fragrance began to drift.

The antidote is ready!