C33 His Mouth Was so Long No Wonder He Couldn't Catch up with the Goddess

Zhao Sanlang insisted for Tang Yue to write a menu for him before he left. Especially that grilled fish, he wanted to go back and get the chef to cook it every day.

Tang Yue couldn't write it himself, but he felt too embarrassed to go out of his way to invite his hanger-ons over, so he begged Tang Ya to write it on his behalf and promised to make her a delicious Osmanthus Cake tomorrow.

However, after Tang Yue reported the methods of over ten dishes, Tang Ya's eyes lit up and asked: Brother, you know how to do all these? Sweet duck and lychee meat looked delicious.

Tang Yue assumed a very cool posture, "That's only natural, these are just common dishes, it's very simple."

Zhao Sanlang took the menu and looked through it roughly, then said with an evil smile: "Oh, Tang Family young dandy, your writing is so elegant, it's the same as a woman's!"

"…" Tang Yue laughed with a rigid face, no matter how he heard, he felt guilty, "Um, the sky is about to turn dark, quickly go back."

Get out of here!

Zhao Sanlang happily went back, and even announced his shocking discovery on the second day. For a moment, many people knew that there was an additional young dandy on the Yueyang Marquis's Mansion, and that the young dandy would cook a good meal and write a delicate writing.

These two things would definitely be beneficial to a woman, but if they happened to appear on a man, then a bit of a woman would appear.

Some people could not help but suspect, could it be that Yueyang Marquis was crazy for his son, and had raised his as a son?

Of course, those who had seen Tang Yue before would never doubt his gender, so even if they changed into female attire, they wouldn't be able to mislead them.

Tang Yue was staying at home to study cases, and had not heard these rumors. Otherwise, he would definitely make Zhao Sanlang spit out the dinner he had eaten.

For a man with such a long mouth, it was no wonder that he couldn't catch up to the Goddess.

He thought hard all night long, but couldn't think of any material or substitute for stainless steel or titanium alloy, so he decided to fix it with plaster, minimally invasive reduction in the opening. Although Chinese medicine's external orthopedic technique was profound, it was difficult to do 100% of the reduction.

He repeated the operation process in his mind, recording down all of the tools and materials that he needed. Some of these things could be prepared by Prince Zhao's Mansion, but some needed to be done by someone else.

Li Ming fell asleep right before dawn. As soon as the sun rose, he impatiently called for the butler to come over and make a list for Prince Zhao's Mansion to prepare and deliver to them.

The butler probably received instructions from the Yueyang Marquis and without a word, immediately got the job done. As for the herbs that Tang Yue was looking for and the cast that he was looking for, he did it himself.

On the third day, Tang Yue holed himself up in the small kitchen and started to fry medicine over and over again. Although he remembered the formula, he still had to verify the effects first.

In addition to the anesthetic, he also boiled a huge pot of blood circulation to dissolve blood stasis paste and directly gave the injured driver a portion. After observing the situation for a long time, he found that there were no side effects, such as skin allergies, before he let out a sigh of relief.

To be honest, this was his first time concocting medicine, so there would always be some errors in theory and practice. It was already quite rare for him to succeed in one go.

Before dinner, the butler brought over all the tools he had crafted, wrapped them in cloth and weighed them down.

Tang Yue accepted them one by one, took the two scissors and a scalpel to go back to work, and placed the rest into the cloth bag he got the maid to sew.

If he found a decent small wooden box, he could carry the signboard, ring the bell, and carry the medicine chest out to be a doctor.

Of course, this was impossible, if he really dared to do this, the Yueyang Marquis would most likely force him back to the border to rebuild it.

During dinner, the whole family looked at him with complicated gazes, causing Tang Yue to almost not be able to eat.

The youngest Tang Yun came over with a plate of candy in her hands, and said with her childish voice: "Brother, this candy is for you to eat, the woman said that eating this candy will give you strength!"

Tang Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He pinched her chubby cheeks and asked, "Brother has a lot of strength, there's no need to replenish it."

Tang Yun tilted her head and looked at him, "But they all said that Brother is going to do something big tomorrow, and if it's not done well, there's the risk of her life. Ah Yun wants to continue eating the dishes cooked by Brother, and doesn't want Brother to be in danger."

Looking at her clear eyes, Tang Yue was moved. He rubbed her soft hair and said gently, "Yun, don't worry, Brother will be fine.

Tang Yun kept the plate in her bosom and asked suspiciously, "What is a cake? Will it taste better than candy? "

"Of course. You'll know when you've eaten."

"Cough, cough …" The Yueyang Marquis at the head coughed dryly twice, intending to let these two brothers and sisters have a peaceful time to talk.

Tang Yue looked at him in amusement and joked: "Father, if your throat isn't comfortable, you can eat more pears. How about I make you some pear soup to moisturize your throat?"

"Stop smiling!" Yueyang Marquis scolded him with a straight face: "Are you sure about tomorrow? If I didn't say it earlier, I would've thrown my old face to the side to plead with Wang Zizhao. "

"Why do you have so little confidence in me?" Seeing that everyone's gaze was filled with worry, even Marquis's Wife was acting in such a way, who knew if she was worried about whether he was able to cure Wang Zizhao or not?

Tang Ya also scolded him with a frown: "Brother, you're asking for too much."

It was rare for the madame not to help her darling grandson, but to say: "doctor, morality is the priority, medicine is the next, Yue'er is young, you can't be arrogant overnight."

His words were cautious, and Tang Yue could understand her intentions. He got up and said: "Amma said that grandson has learnt his lesson, but your grandson is really confident in Wang Zizhao's injuries."

The Old Mistress nodded her head, "That's good then. Healing people's health is also an act of kindness, we don't have to worry about the consequences if we carefully treat them. Could it be that every doctor can save people if they don't have the confidence?"

Only then did everyone cast their worries to the back of their minds as they hurriedly replied, "You are right."