Chen Xiansong was very surprised that if the disease leukemia was not discovered early in the early 21st century, it would be difficult to cure it once it was in the middle and late stages with the medical conditions at that time. The young woman named Sora, who was dragging her sick body, had to hold on for fourteen years, and it seemed that she could last for a long time. Chen Xiansong admired her will to live and her tenacious personality.

But he was a little confused. No matter how strong the willpower of life is, with the current medical conditions, no matter how powerful it is, he should not last for fourteen years. After thinking about it for a while, he put down his chopsticks and asked, "As far as I know, this disease is a serious disease, and Ms. Sora has been ill for fourteen years and looks healthy. You, do you have any prescription that can suppress the onset of the disease or delay its onset time?"

Messi had a herbal smell on her body, while Sora had a stronger herbal smell. Chen Xiansong felt it was necessary to know what medicine the other party used. Leukemia was almost extinct after the 22nd century. Bai Min knew all the ingredients of the medicine, but some medicine ingredients were impossible to form under natural conditions and they had to be made with professional equipment.

It is more than 10,000 years since the last era, and aliens have also brought strange T-matter. Some animals and plants have maintained their original characteristics and some have mutated. Perhaps some plants can produce trace amounts of special ingredients now, which can resist leukemia attacks.

If the other party is willing to tell the prescription used, Chen Xiansong plans to ask Xiao Min to scan it to see if there is any possibility of mass production or improvement. In this era, leukemia is one of the terminal illnesses. If it can be successful, it can save many lives. Of course, he does not intend to make money on this prescription, if it can be done. He plans to make public the research results for free and free.

"No problem." Messi nodded, went to the room to find a few weeds and put them on the table.

Chen Xiansong asked Bai Min to scan. Several herbs were placed on Bai Min's slender jade hands, and two data bands flowed through her eyes. Messi saw it, and Sora also saw it. The two looked at each other, and their expressions were very frightened. Such an awesomeness could not appear in ordinary people, and this is the outer part of the Temple of the Sun, with Bai Min's appearance and temperament. They think they can only be a kind of person... Sun God servant.

The two thought they had guessed Bai Min's identity, but they did not make any statement. In Zhuri City, there are many stories about the Sun God servant's "secret private visit" telling them that they eliminated evil forces and uphold justice to ordinary people. Such stories have a special market in Zhuri City. Many people are willing to believe it. But in fact, this is just a means of propaganda. Although the new humans did not express their feelings in the early stage, they are actually not stupid. They know the importance of public opinion. These accidents are actually from the hands of the "propaganda" team.

Messi is a loyal believer of the Temple of the Sun. Ninety-nine percent of the city in Zhuri are believers. Since it is a private visit by the Sun God servant, their request cannot be refused, not only that. Messi and Sora actually seem very happy in their hearts.

About two minutes later, Bai Min put the weeds in her hand on the table and shook her head and said, "There is no ingredient for leukemia treatment."

Chen Xiansong was very curious when he heard this. These herbs had no effect. But why Sora suppressed leukemia for fourteen years? Ma Huameng saw Chen Xiansong's face full of confusion, smiled slightly, and said, "Placebo therapy." As she spoke, she pointed to the Sun Pillar Crystal outside the room with her jade finger.

Chen Xiansong is also a well-reader. He has read similar little knowledge and immediately understood it when he heard this. Most of the doubts in the past were solved. Many times, when he read the Records of the Grand Historian, he found that those devout believers who believe in decent religions are not only full of energy and self-disciplined in their work, but also healthier than ordinary people. Their emotions have a sustenance in their hearts. The power of faith also gives them various spiritual purifications. Placebo therapy has an unknowingly played a role in them.

"No wonder there were so many people who believed in religion in ancient times." Chen Xiansong originally thought that the descendants of the new human race established a religion and relied on their own abilities to pretend to be a god and a ghost. Now, thinking about it, the religion they set up at least encourages people to be upward, can calm their minds and give people some placebo therapy, which is a good thing.

"This woman is actually very talented in practicing Taoism. With a human being's 'weak' body, she can achieve this level of "faith" mind and spirit. It's very powerful." Ma Huameng sighed: "The most important condition for cultivation is age, and then 'spiritual'. She is very strong in sticking to her mind, but unfortunately she is old and just like you."

Chen Xiansong suddenly had an idea: "Let me give an example, if she was still young now, would you teach her to practice Taoism?"

MCA dreamed for a while and then whispered: "It is unlikely that you have said that they are descendants of chimpanzees. As far as I know, they are hostages made by aliens. We did not deal with these humanoid creatures much back then. Their ancestors were very strong after being boarded, but now it seems that the foreigners have become weaker. I think this is somewhat of a name created by my dad after I fell asleep."

She spoke very little, and deliberately used a special sound transmission technique that no one could hear.

Chen Xiansong learned from books and biography that cultivators have a strong sense of portalism. He thought they were just writing casually, but now it seems to be a bit true. Seeing Chen Xiansong's slightly disappointed expression, Ma Huameng smiled and said, "Although I can't teach her to practice, there are also some methods for treating leukemia in our traditional Chinese medicine. Although it cannot be immediate, it is somewhat useful."

After she finished speaking, she said to Messi: "I have a prescription that can slightly suppress the degree of blood implicit attacks you mentioned. Although it is very useful if you dare not protect yourself, it is definitely more useful than the herbs you use."

When Messi heard this, he immediately became excited. Those who could "visit privately" with the Sun God servant were all powerful people, at least the bards in the tavern said so. No one in this family could read, so naturally there would be no paper or pen left. But it doesn't matter, he could go out to buy or borrow.

Seeing her husband running out happily, Sora turned her gaze back to Ma Huameng. Her survival was already very strong, but now she has new hope. An extremely beautiful brilliance burst out in her eyes. When Ma Huameng saw this scene, she sighed in her heart, what a good seedling. If she was not a chimpanzee, if she was not too old, what would she accept this apprentice?

Not long after, Messi came back happily with a few pieces of white paper and a pen. In Zhuri City, because the new humans often make paper, there are more paper here. The price is quite cheap. Ordinary people can barely afford it.

Respectfully handing the paper to Ma Huameng, Messi stood a little nervous. This was related to his wife's life, so he certainly had to pay great attention to it. The delicious little boy Borg also stopped eating meat, and the poor children were in the family early. There was a sick mother. The little boy was more mature and sensible than a normal child. He could hear it. Perhaps the mother was even more happy.

After Ma Huameng took the paper and pen, she wrote a Chinese medicine prescription. She was afraid that the other party would not know what the medicine looked like, and even drew the appearance of herbs on the paper. It has to be said that she is worthy of being a person who has lived for two or three hundred years. Her painting skills are even more sophisticated than Chen Xiansong. With just a few strokes, she drew several herbs very similarly.

Messi picked up these pieces of paper and bowed to Ma Huameng several times. Then he ran outside by himself.

Bai Min turned his head and said to Ma Huameng: "The herbs you gave him do not have any ingredients to treat leukemia."

"Biocarpa." Ma Huameng shook her cute little finger at Bai Min very proudly: "You pay too much attention to known science. If it is unknown things, your first reaction to them is to be negative. This is not good. I remember when I woke up, I told you that in this world, there is a kind of power that you new humans and biocarpas cannot master, and this power is only the difference between more and less in any organism. Don't underestimate traditional Chinese medicine, it has been passed down for thousands of years... Now it is ten thousand years of practical experience. These herbs seem to have no effect, but if they are mixed, they will produce a strange effect that the current instrument cannot detect for the time being. We practitioners actually get strength from this effect."

Bai Min shook her head slightly: "I don't understand."

"If you understand, you're not a biochemical person." Ma Huameng chuckled.

Chen Xiansong was full, so he put down his chopsticks: "I have heard of traditional Chinese medicine, but after the birth of the new human being, this skill has declined. Only a little bit of the veins can be seen from books. Although there are medical meridians, I can't understand those things at all. I have asked many new human doctors, but they can't understand them, especially acupuncture and other things."

"If you want to learn, I can teach you." Ma Huameng smiled: "In this era, traditional Chinese medicine has a great role. If you learn, you can take care of yourself and others. I agree. It just takes a lot of time to learn traditional Chinese medicine, but I don't have so much time. So I will be by your side for a while, teach you basic vision, hearing, asking, and how to prescribe medicine, and write two or three medical books for you, and you can learn the rest yourself."

Chen Xiansong was a little dissatisfied: "No, you are not qualified to be a teacher like this."

"The master leads it to the door, and it is up to me to practice." Ma Huameng laughed and said, "When I was learning things, the teacher would just say one or two mysterious words and then let me comprehend it myself. That would be miserable."

"Isn't your teacher your father?" Chen Xiansong was a little curious: "He abused his daughter like this?"

"My father doesn't practice the truth." Ma Huameng shook his head: "He never practices, but his strength is getting stronger day by day, better than any cultivator, and he is also a scientist. This is what I admire most."

Chen Xiansong was a little surprised and thought to himself that a strong man who could reach heaven and earth was also a great scientist. This concept really made people feel fascinated.

After the meal, the three of them returned to the third floor with satisfaction. Chen Xiansong began to wash up, while Ma Huameng moved a chair and sat on the balcony. Looking at the sunset that should have been orange, it was turned golden by the pillar of the sun. Although it was a bit strange, such a sunset was also unique to appreciate.

She was waiting for the night to come. Since she wanted to inquire about information, then the best time to act at night was.

On the street, Messi, holding a few pieces of white paper, ran excitedly to the largest clinic in Zhuri City, the Clover Clinic. There are the best doctors in the city. Although Messi did not recognize the herbs drawn on it, he believed that as long as the doctor showed it, they would definitely know it.

There are not many people in the Sanye Crocodile clinic. The reason is very simple. People in Zhuricheng rarely get sick. But there is still a medical clinic here. The reason is very simple. Those outsiders occasionally need doctors. At the same time, this is above the most important city in the world. There is a branch in the Sanye Crocodile clinic in big cities around the world. There is no reason not to set up a branch in Zhuricheng. The symbolic meaning is more than practical meaning, and it doesn’t matter even if you lose money.

Messi put a few pieces of white paper on the table, and the one who received him was an old witch doctor with a gray beard. The so-called witch doctor is a doctor who can communicate with gods and ghosts, and then upholds the will of gods and ghosts. He chooses herbs to treat patients. He has strong abilities and can treat more common diseases. He is very respected by ordinary people.

"Doctor. Look, can you find these herbs?" Messi placed a few pieces of white paper on the counter.

The old witch doctor seemed to be a little older and his eyes were a little turbid. He picked up the white paper and looked at it for a while, his expression changed drastically. It was not that he saw some tricks from these herbs, but that he discovered the appearance of these herbs. He drew them very hard, regardless of whether this was considered a prescription, just a few drawings on paper would be worth a lot of money.

"Is this?" The old witch doctor looked at the paper one by one, then looked at the precautions written on it. His hands shook, and then said, "Wait first, these herbs are a bit strange. I'll go to the medicine garden in the backyard to see if I can find it.

Messi was naturally very happy when he saw the old witch doctor willing to help him find herbs. He heard this and sat down. The old man took the blank paper and turned to the back hall, then walked onto the third floor with his old legs. However, at this time, he walked faster and faster, and finally started trotting.

"Brother, I found something strange."

He rushed into a study room, and there was an old man studying at his desk, but his hair was still golden and shiny, with a white face but elastic. If it weren't for the few wrinkles on his forehead, it wouldn't be obvious that this was an old man who was older than the old witch doctor.

"I'm so old, I'm still drinking like a child." The old man in the room raised his head and scolded him.

"Brother, you can take a look at this first, and it's not too late to scold me." The old witch doctor threw a few pieces of white paper on the table, looking hurried.

The blonde man picked up the paper in doubt and moved after two seconds. He looked carefully for a while, then put it down and said, "Who brought this thing?"

"A civilian man." The old witch doctor licked his mouth: "Based on my years of experience in practicing medicine, this is definitely a good prescription. I don't know how he got it, nor do I know what disease it is used to cure, but I can definitely be a serious disease. Ordinary minor illnesses cannot use something like Dang Qihua that can strengthen the body."

The old blonde nodded and handed the paper to his younger brother, saying, "Pesali, go and stabilize the man and see if he can get this prescription out of his mouth to cure what disease. If it doesn't work, just put his address out. Let's find a way to figure it out. If he has no power behind him and is indeed a unique prescription, just give him it."

The blonde old man made a move to wipe the slut.

Pisari hesitated for a moment: "Brother, this is not very good. We can buy his recipe, and we don't have to kill him."

"We can buy it, and others can buy it." The blonde old man laughed: "If it is really a recipe for treating serious illness, it must be exclusively owned by our Triple Leaf Crocodile Clinic. In addition to us, there is also the clinic that has this qualification."

"Brother, this is Sun City, the closest place to God." Pesari stumbled: "It's not good to use these methods."

"Hahaha! God!" The old blonde man's face was full of mockery: "If there is really God, why would it make our sister die? If there is God, why would the murderer who killed our sister still live well now? If there is God and it is so fair, why could that damn duke give birth to so many descendants as treacherous as him?"

Pisari seemed to have thought of something, sighed, then took the prescription and retreated. He went to the medicine garden in the backyard, picked some Dangqi flowers, and took a few other herbs, and then went out to the front hall. Messi was already a little impatient. When he saw Pisari, he immediately stood up and greeted him.

"This is a rare prescription, and the herbs used are rare." Pisali said in a gentle manner, a calm and steady manner of a master of medical skills: "The medicinal properties are a bit fierce, especially this party. Although it has the effect of strengthening the body, if the person's body is weak, it will have bad results. Friend, can you tell me what disease your patient has committed?"

Messi did not doubt it and answered directly: "Health Implantation, my wife has been ill for fourteen years. Today, a...a very powerful doctor came to my home. She prescribed this prescription for me. It would be effective."

"So that's it." Pisari lowered his head, and the joy in his eyes disappeared, and Messi didn't see it. He then raised his head and said with some admiration: "This doctor is indeed very powerful. This is the first time I have seen me taking medicine like this. However, according to my experience, this prescription can be used for a period of time, but if it is not cured, it will quickly weaken the patient's body."

The old witch doctor was quite famous in Zhuri City. When Messi heard his words, he hesitated for a while, but when he thought of Bai Min's identity, he immediately became confident in the prescription: "It's okay, dear doctor, please pick me up some herbs on this prescription. How much does it cost? Even if I sacrifice my life, I will help you get it all."

"Haha, it doesn't cost much." Pisari smiled and said, "There are two kinds of herbs that are rare and we can't get them for the time being. Where is your address? Maybe we will be able to pick the herbs you need tomorrow. I'll send them to you when the time comes."

Although Messi was a little disappointed, he honestly told his address.

Pisari returned a few pieces of paper to Messi and said, "This recipe is very important, you can keep it yourself."

Messi was even more grateful when he heard the other party's kind reminder. After he bowed, he left the Triple Leaf Crocus Clinic. Pisali watched him leave, then gently knocked on the counter counter, and two ordinary servants followed. At this time, it was already dark, and there was no curfew in Zhuricheng. People were going out for a walk and shopping. There were many pedestrians on the road, and Gessi didn't know that there were two small tails behind him.

Messi returned home and was about to thank Ma Huameng, but was blocked by his wife. She whispered: "There is now the place where noble people live, and there are still one man and two women. If they are doing things on it, you will bump into them. As servants, we should wait, wait for them to find us and give us orders, instead of asking directly, which is unruly."

Geshe smiled and followed his wife's opinion.

As night fell, Chen Xiansong washed up and lay on the bamboo bed. He looked at Ma Huameng sitting on the balcony, admired her back, and said, "Why, aren't you going to take a shower?"

"Let's go." Ma Huameng looked at the pillar of the sun in the distance, and her right fingers kept touching each other, as if she was calculating something. Although she was not very beautiful, her figure was very good, slim and tall.

As if he felt Chen Xiansong's gaze, Ma Huameng turned around and said with a strange expression: "I have learned some fortune-telling. Although I am not very good at calculating, I can't calculate myself or relatives, but I can still calculate something by calculating other people. But I just calculated you... but found that I can't calculate anything. This is very strange. There are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that your strength is much higher than mine."

Chen Xiansong shrugged: "Do you think I look like a strong man?"

"The second type is..." Ma Huameng's expression became even more strange: "Are you a lifeless person?"

"No one?" Chen Xiansong was stunned for a moment: "Do you mean dead people?"

"Fate refers to the general term for opportunities, fate, fate, destiny, and other things." Ma Huameng tsk twice: "You are still an East Asian person, and ancient literature is a mess. The indestiny people are very strange. They can change the fate of others, and others cannot calculate their destiny. The most important thing is that indestiny people are generally favored by 'opportunities', for example, my father."

"Actually, I'm quite curious about your father." Chen Xiansong laughed: "Can you tell me his story?" (To be continued...)
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