"Oops, how did I forget this." Dream was stunned, spun and slapped on his head, and with a snap, Duan Shaojunmu was stunned, Shizun deserved to be a practitioner, and his scalp was not even red with such a strong head.

"Yes, Shaojun, now you are still young, your heart is beating, and there is still room for improvement in your medical skills. In the future, if you meet someone with excellent moral character, you will be allowed to accept apprentices on your own without reporting as a teacher. I also hope that Shaojun, you can teach a group of doctors with both talent and virtue as soon as possible to benefit my Datang. ”

"The master has a life, how dare the disciple disobey? However, hehe, Master, do you want to tell the disciple about the hemp boiling first, so that the disciple can have a bottom in his heart. After Duan Shaojun nodded with a happy face, he raised his eyebrows at Master Chongmeng and said obscenely.

The dream, who couldn't see this kind of expression, couldn't help but glare at Duan Shaojun, and then turned around and ordered. "Okay, Jianyin, you go open the cabinet in the upper left corner and bring the sandalwood box from the dark compartment inside."

took the key handed by the abbot of the dream, and soon, the senior brother of Jianyin solemnly took a delicate box made of pure sandalwood, one foot square, and the abbot of the dream took out another key from his arms, and after opening it carefully, he revealed the things inside.

It was a silk book that had been burned in a mess, and the abbot carefully took it out of the box with a solemn face and placed it on the desk. Gently spread it out, motioning Duan Shaojun to step forward.

This is a silk book with a length of about one zhang and a width of nearly a foot, but most of the places have been burned by fireworks, and even many places have been burned into hollows.

Only the silk book closest to the middle is slightly complete, but the content there will not exceed 500 words. And the hemp boiling is recorded here.

Looking at the ink marks on it, Duan Shaojun's eyes couldn't help but moisten, a treasure of the country, this is definitely a treasure of medicine. The handwriting of the great doctor of Huatuo Hua in this historical time and space. Neither historical nor medical value can be measured in monetary terms.

Seeing Duan Shaojun's appearance full of tears and ecstasy, the abbot of the dream let out a sigh of relief, and finally let go of the last trace of vigilance against Duan Shaojun. Because, Duan Shaojun's performance at the moment is enough to prove that his fanaticism and dedication to medicine are not disguised.

"God bless, hemp boiling, hemp boiling, relying on his ancestors. This thing has really been handed down......" Duan Shaojun stared at the handwriting in a daze, and his mouth was full of broken thoughts.

It took a long time to come back to his senses, and he hurriedly bowed deeply to the abbot of the dream. "Thank you Master, for giving this thing, the disciple is really impressed, and he will definitely live up to the high expectations of the master in the future......"

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about...... Stop, when did the teacher say that he gave you this authentic work?! The abbot was stunned for a moment, and then quickly put the silk book back in the box and covered it tightly, like an old hen guarding a calf.

"But you took it out, didn't you, Master, do you just let me look at it like this and it's over?" Duan Shaojun couldn't help but smile bitterly as he watched the old guy close the lid and then lock it again.

"I'm letting you know who the founder of Ma Boiling is who. As for the recipe for hemp boiling, of course the master had already copied a copy...... This is for you, remember, you have to keep it properly, and it must not fall into the hands of others, if it falls into the wrong hands, it will be very inappropriate. After the abbot handed the box to Senior Brother Jianyin again, he slowly took out a piece of white silk full of handwriting from his arms and handed it to Duan Shaojun's hand.

The handwriting on it records that there are several prescriptions for Ma Boiling Powder. "These are a few prescriptions that the teacher has worked hard to figure out from this tattered silk book. Take it yourself and take a good look at it. ”

"Thank you, Master, the disciple will definitely keep it in mind, and he will definitely not let this thing go out." Duan Shaojun solemnly folded the prescription and put it into his arms.

It seems that those ancient things like incense and sweat medicine laughing and half-step madness, maybe the formula of Huatuo's hemp boiling powder is scattered in the world, and it has been changed by those with ulterior motives, and has become a necessary weapon for killing people and setting fires, stealing incense and stealing jade.

Naturally, I don't need this thing to do anything about overlords, but it doesn't mean that the men in this world are as tall and heroic as themselves, gentle and friendly. Old hooligans with dirty thoughts are everywhere, so naturally you have to be careful, Duan Shaojun doesn't want to become a sinner in the history of Chinese medicine in the future.

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The next day, Xu Qianxun's condition was still good, there was no fever, or other signs of infection, and there was no problem with the drainage strip, after replacing the gauze, Duan Shaojun was finally able to go back to the house and sleep peacefully. It's much better than huddled here with a bald head and listening to the snoring sound one after another.

After dinner, Duan Shaojun played bamboo cards with the Ximen brothers and sisters and Xuanzhen Daochang, which was a game invented and created by Duan Shaojun, but it was generally played to fight the landlord, and Duan Shaojun was more often a staff officer for Chu Chu's sisters.

After all, sitting next to the soft girl, smelling the body fragrance, admiring the beauty, and from time to time you can take the opportunity to help her draw cards to eat small tofu, how comfortable it is, as for Ximen Dongliang and Li Xuanzhen, the shameless master and apprentice, they can come out as much as they like, but they are not interested in squatting with the big guys.

"Don't go out of the big one first, now there will be at least three A's in the upper and lower families, so you should be out of the line......" Duan Shaojun took a sip of tea, leaned into Chu Chu's sister's ear and whispered a reminder.

"You know, don't get so close, your ears are itching to death." Chu Chu glanced at Duan Shaojun cutely, reached out and rubbed his ears with a red face, and obediently threw out a straight line according to Duan Shaojun's words.

Ximen Dongliang narrowed his eyes and looked over here, Duan Shaojun smiled at this buddy with a gentle and pure look. "It's your turn to play your cards, brother."

"Don't!" Ximen Dongliang put the bamboo card in his hand with a depressed face, and looked at the Xuanzhen Taoist next to him, this old man raised his fingers and scratched his silver eyebrows, and saw that Chu Chu still had five or six cards in his hand, so he held it for a long time as if he was constipated. "That's it, I don't want it either."

"Three with two, plus a king, I'm sorry I won." Chu Chu blew, and the three twos and two juniors slapped on the couch, and then threw a big king.

Seeing Chu Chu throwing the cards in his hand cleanly with three times and five divided by two, Xuan Zhen Dao Chang pulled his hair frantically. "Ah, why, why didn't I ask for it, God, why did I hesitate again."

"I said Master, why are you holding back such a good card, you can't get off the cub no matter how long you hold it, it's better to throw it out to block my sister, so that I can have a chance to play the cards." Ximen Dongliang looked at the cards in his hand and complained without tears.

"You think I don't want to, but who knows that the three twos are in your sister's hand, and so are you kid, since you didn't have a big card in the previous round, why did you throw away the two in your hand? It's so bad to be a teacher, I thought you had a lot of big names......" Ximen Dongliang's grievance suddenly made Li Xuanzhen, a master who didn't have the slightest respect, glare.

"I'm out of two, Master, you're with me, why do you want to throw a little king?" Ximen Dongliang had a stiff neck, and he said with a dissatisfied face.

“…… Daoye, I made a mistake, can't I? You stinky boy, I accepted you as an apprentice in vain, and you don't know how to respect the teacher at all, you want to make the Taoist master angry enough to go to Zhenwu Mountain to be an uncle, right?! ”