Chapter 187

I little interesting?

Zhao Rihua helplessly shakes his head, Wang's Yiwu soup is famous, but it becomes a little interesting when he reaches Ye Feng's mouth.

"Ye Feng, you don't sell the key, do you taste anything?"

Don't say it's Zhao Rihua. Jiang Yixue's heart is too nervous to jump out of his throat.

After Zhao Rihua failed their analysis in the laboratory, she asked the workers in the factory to pay attention to the herbs used by the Wang family.

But it is a pity that the Wangs are very cautious. The most important production line is that people other than their own are not allowed to enter.

"No..."

Ye Feng said lightly.

In a word, Jiang yixuedun was a little frustrated.

Zhao Rihua also has a complex look, both some regret that Ye Feng did not taste it, but also feel lucky to lose it.

If he did not detect with the precision instrument, but was tasted by Ye Feng with his mouth, then he would be really shameless.

"No, of course it's impossible..."

But at this time, Ye Feng suddenly completed the words with a smile, and then played with the taste: "it's just a dose of soup, it's not a divine formula, what can't be tasted out."

He tasted it?!

Zhao Rihua glared at Ye Feng.

"Dead guy, you know how to play me..."

Jiang Yixue thumped Ye Feng on the shoulder with anger and joy, and then said, "tell me quickly. Let Professor Zhao compare their research results and see if they are right."

"How can a prescription be said? It must be written out..." Ye Feng shook his head in silence.

What is a prescription? A prescription should be written on paper.

"Dead guy, there's still a lot to pay attention to..."

Jiang Yixue stares at Ye Feng, and then just takes him and Zhao Rihua into the office.

Looking at the three people's back, those colleagues medical university graduates face the envy.

In the office of President Jiang Yixue, only a few people in Tianyuan Group can enter.

And those people, without exception, are people like Zhao Rihua who have made great contributions to Tianyuan Group, and the youngest should be above 40.

But now their 18-year-old primary school brother has joined the group.

After walking to the desk, Ye Feng swept around the desk and picked up a brush that Jiang Yixue used to write Buddhist scriptures and a piece of yesterday's Beijing morning paper.

For Ye Feng, the prescription of Wang's Yiwu soup should be written on paper, but it is not worth writing on clean paper. A piece of yesterday's waste newspaper is enough!

Just lift wrist to move, all people's sight is attracted by Ye Feng immediately.

How the handwriting is written, not to mention the posture alone, has a different aesthetic feeling. His writing is like a torrential rain and whirlwind. It changes with the wind and the ocean. It makes people feel like the wind and rain are working in his writing at the moment.

"OK..."

After a few strokes, Ye Feng put the pen back into the pen holder and handed the newspaper to Zhao Rihua.

Zhao Rihua wiped his sweat with his hands close to his pants. He was holding a heavy stone and took the newspaper carefully with shaking hands.

It's not that he can't hold a piece of paper, but on this thin piece of paper is the prescription of Wang's Yiwu decoction, the secret painstaking efforts of several generations of the Wang family.

If ye Feng's words are true, then this newspaper is a true gold square. One side is worth a thousand gold and weighs a thousand catties!

"Good word!"

After sweeping the newspaper, Zhao Rihua raised his head in shock, looked at Ye Feng, and sincerely praised: "if you had done your best to master Cao Sheng Zhang Xu earlier, it could be called the wild grass of a generation. How could I despise you?"

Ye Feng smiles, and the old man of Lust not only taught him medical skills, but also taught him a lot of other things.

Jiang Yixue smelled the speech and looked at the newspaper, but he couldn't help taking a breath.

She has practiced calligraphy and can see the good and the bad. In her opinion, even if ye Feng's wild grass is taken to participate in the Zhongyao prize, it should not be a problem to come back with a gold cup.

"Scutellaria baicalensis, Rhizoma Coptidis, turmeric, Gardenia jasminoides, Cortex Lycii, Radix et Rhizoma Gentianae...."

At this time, Zhao Rihua also read the prescription written by Ye Feng in the newspaper, one word at a time.

The more he read, the more excited his face was.

Ye Feng wrote every medicine, and he through the instrument analysis out of the same.

Such a result, even began to let him doubt, Ye Feng is a human, or a robot.

"Honey ginger..."

Shocked and excited, Zhao Rihua slowly read out the last medicine on Wang's Yiwu soup written by Ye Feng.

After the short words were spoken, his hands suddenly pinched, and his fingers crushed the newspaper.

The so-called honey ginger is ginger pickled and processed with honey.

And this medicine is exactly what they didn't detect with instruments in the laboratory.Or rather, it's the medicine they're testing for errors.

Because what they detect is honey, not honey ginger!

"Ginger Honey is good."

Ye Feng nodded, chuckled, and then said, "this is the most interesting part of Wang's Yiwu soup. In fact, ginger is enough for this recipe. However, for reasons of confidentiality, the Wang family deliberately processed ginger with honey first, and at the same time, the pungency of Zhonghe ginger also kept the efficacy

Zhao Rihua holding the newspaper, has been excited to the point of not knowing what to say.

Over the past two years, the more he studied Wang's Yiwu decoction, the more curious he became. He was eager to know what kind of formula was used to make Wang's Yiwu soup so effective.

However, no matter how he analyzes and tests, there are always some shortcomings.

But now, Ye Feng is only by taste, Wang Yiwu Tang prescription reduction.

What kind of tongue is it to have a taste that is so powerful that even precision instruments can't match it?

Suddenly, Zhao Rihua's heart moved, thinking of an extremely old legend. He looked up at Ye Feng in shock and said in disbelief:

"the tongue of God! Are you the legendary tongue of God? "

Jiang Yi snow smell speech immediately some look at each other, a face of doubt.

Although she had never studied medicine, as the saying goes, she became a doctor after a long illness. In addition to the reason why Tianyuan Group set foot in the pharmaceutical industry, she has more or less heard some medical terms. However, she has never heard of the three words "tongue of God".

Not only she, but also some of Ye Feng's brothers in law couldn't understand what the tongue of God was.

"You don't know?"

Seeing Ye Feng's puzzled face, Zhao Rihua was shocked and then explained with a bitter smile --

"the so-called tongue of God is a very old legend in traditional Chinese medicine, which is said to have originated from Shennong family. People who have the tongue of God do not need any other auxiliary means. They can judge the efficacy and ingredients of medicinal materials with only one tongue. "

"I thought it was ridiculous when someone told me about it, but I didn't think it was a legend. In this world, there are people who really have the tongue of God... "