Chapter 662: The Third Immortal Soup

Five minutes later.

"Why haven't we arrived yet?" Luo Feng frowned. Xiaoyao, the intern nurse, had almost walked him through the entire hospital, but still couldn't see the shadow of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"It's in front." Xiaoyao pointed to a corner in front.

The two walked over and turned a corner. Luo Feng saw the plaque of the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is an independent small building. Judging from its appearance, it is estimated that it has a history of many years. Compared with the other departments of this hospital, the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine can only be described as shabby from the facade.

No wonder those people looked so strange when they mentioned traditional Chinese medicine just now.

Luo Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly. Look down on traditional Chinese medicine? Hua Tuo Nine-flavor Immortal Soup is the greatest treasure of traditional Chinese medicine, and it is even more unique in the field of contemporary medicine.

Hua Tuo Nine-flavor Immortal Soup specializes in treating nine different symptoms, almost covering the whole body of the human body.

Luo Feng is preparing to boil the third flavor of Hua Tuo Nine-flavor Immortal Soup at this time, which is to protect the heart.

As long as the heart pulse is protected and the doctor is allowed to perform the operation, the risk of the operation will inevitably be reduced a lot.

"Doctor Ye, can I borrow your pharmacy for a while?" Xiao Yao walked over and smiled familiarly. There were only a few doctors on duty in the huge TCM department, and most of the patients who came here seemed to be elderly. The Doctor Ye mentioned by Xiao Yao was also an old man in his sixties named Ye Weimin. He had reached retirement age, but he still stayed on the front line to protect the TCM department of this hospital.

"Doctor Ye is too persistent." Xiao Yao said as she walked into the pharmacy, "He is almost stubborn about TCM. He thinks TCM is profound and extensive, and he only touches on the surface. In the past few years, there have been many calls to abolish the TCM department in the hospital, but Doctor Ye has made great contributions to the hospital. As long as he doesn't leave, the TCM department will definitely survive."

Luo Feng nodded, and the two had entered the pharmacy.

"What medicine do you want?" Xiao Yao took the initiative to speak.

"Can you dispense medicine?" Luo Feng couldn't help asking.

"Of course." Xiaoyao smiled and said, "When I was in college, my major was pharmacy. But... I changed my major later."

"Changed major?" Luo Feng was stunned.

"My family forced me to change." Xiaoyao sighed softly, "Actually, personally, I still like Chinese medicine very much. After all, this is what our ancestors left behind. So, although I am not in the Chinese medicine department,

I often come here to help, and Dr. Ye and others know me."

As he spoke, Luo Feng had already opened the drawer, took out the medicine from it, and handed it to Xiaoyao, "Help me grind this into powder."

"Okay." Xiaoyao was also very straightforward and nodded.

With Xiaoyao, an intern nurse, as an assistant, Luo Feng's speed was twice as fast. He opened the drawer and continued to grab a medicine.

After smelling it, Luo Feng shook his head gently, "Even the medicines we bought are inferior. It can be seen how unwelcome the TCM department is here."

"Can you see that?" Xiao Yao was stunned, and then said, "I didn't expect that you are so young, but you have such a thorough study of TCM. By the way, I saw that you didn't weigh the medicine. TCM doesn't require strict weight for every dose. Shortage of weight will have a great impact on the efficacy of the medicine..."

"For a qualified TCM practitioner, dispensing medicine is the most basic quality." At this time, Ye Weimin, with pale hair, walked in, looked at Luo Feng, and spoke word by word, "How much Chuanwu did you take just now?"

"Six taels." Luo Feng spoke without hesitation.

Ye Weimin's pupils shrank, and then he spoke, "Kaempferia."

"Three taels."

"Asparagus cochinchinensis."

"One tael and six."

At this moment, Ye Weimin's face was even more shocked, and he walked over with big strides, and weighed the asparagus cochinchinensis that Luo Feng had put aside.

One tael and six, there was not even the slightest deviation.

"Incredible." Ye Weimin looked at Luo Feng with surprise, "Which famous Chinese medicine family are you from?"

Luo Feng shook his head, no time to talk to Ye Weimin, and continued to dispense medicine.

Ye Weimin had just been paying attention to Luo Feng at the door for a long time, and watched him dispense several medicines in succession. At first, Ye Weimin didn't believe that Luo Feng could know the dosage so clearly, but after asking him continuously, he couldn't help but believe it.

"Little brother, what medicine are you dispensing?" Ye Weimin couldn't help but ask again. Although he didn't see the whole process of Luo Feng dispensing medicine, but after several consecutive medicines were superimposed, Ye Weimin couldn't tell what medicine it was.

"Doctor Ye, don't ask him first." Xiaoyao on the side said, "Mr. Luo Feng is in a hurry to dispense medicine, decoct medicine, and then take it to save people." Xiaoyao was also skeptical about Luo Feng at first. After all, she knew who Luo Feng was going to save.

It sounds a bit absurd that a patient who is dying needs to rely on a dose of Chinese medicine to protect his heart.

However, now watching Luo Feng's process of getting the medicine, Xiaoyao's heart subconsciously surged with hope.

"Save people?" Seeing that Luo Feng didn't answer him, Ye Weimin immediately turned to ask Xiaoyao.

Xiaoyao was idle, so she told Ye Weimin the whole story of the matter.

"Use Chinese medicine to protect the patient's heart, and then perform surgery?" Ye Weimin's pupils shrank, and he fell into deep thought for a long time. Ye Weimin shook his head bitterly, "I don't think I can do it."

At this time, both of them subconsciously looked at Luo Feng...

"The medicine has been prepared. Where is the decoction room?" Luo Feng asked quickly. After all, there was only one hour.

"Follow me." Ye Weimin turned around and walked out immediately.

Arriving at the decoction room, Ye Weimin called a nurse. After Luo Feng detailed the decoction process, the nurse took the medicine Luo Feng prepared and walked in.

Luo Feng glanced at the time. The process of preparing the medicine only took five minutes.

"It's still in time." Luo Feng sat down and took a deep breath. His eyes were calm and full of confidence.

"Little brother, are you... sure?" Ye Weimin stood beside Luo Feng. After hesitating for a while, he couldn't help his curiosity. "Does Chinese medicine really have such a quick effect in protecting the heart?"

Ye Weimin looked at Luo Feng with eager eyes.

He specialized in Chinese medicine all his life. Although his attainments were limited, his passion for Chinese medicine was unmatched by few people.

"Whether it works or not, we'll know after the operation." Luo Feng couldn't resist Ye Weimin's enthusiasm, and after a few hasty words, he closed his eyes.

Although Ye Weimin still had questions from early in the morning, he was too embarrassed to continue asking after Luo Feng closed his eyes.

It felt like there were several ants crawling in his heart, and he felt itchy.

Forty minutes passed.

"The medicine is ready." A voice sounded.