Tang Ping frowned angrily when he heard this, saying, "Are you interrogating me? Do you want me or not? If you don't sell it, I'll leave."

"We can sell you medicine. We have 100-year-old Ganoderma lucidum powder. Although Polygonum multiflorum is not a century-old, there are only 80-year-old Polygonum multiflorum. There are all other medicinal materials. But I must know who made this ginseng pill," said the old man.

Tang Ping, who looked at the old man's slightly silent, nodded slightly and said, "Okay! Let me tell you, this pill was prepared by me. Now, you can sell medicinal materials to me, right? Don't worry, I won't waste these medicinal materials. These medicinal materials are ruined in the hands of ordinary doctors!"

"This is impossible. Only the Zhang family members will match this licorice, Poria, ginseng, unless you are from the Zhang family, but this is absolutely impossible!" The old man was obviously surprised when he heard this, and then stared at Tang Pinglian.

When he heard what he said, Tang Ping's face suddenly changed, then he suddenly stood up, looked at him seriously and said, "How do you know the name of licorice, Poria, ginseng? Who are you?"

"This is the question I will ask you first. How could you prepare licorice, Poria, ginseng? Are you from the Zhang family or what does it have to do with the Zhang family?" The old man still stared at Tang Ping and asked quickly.

Tang Ping also frowned and looked at the old man and said, "Let me talk first, what does it have to do with the Zhang family? Why do you know the existence of licorice, Poria, and Ginseng?"

"I'll ask you first, you must say it!" The old man slapped the table suddenly and screamed in anger.

Tang Ping, who was silently looking at him, did not say a word of nonsense, turned around and left. A family that did not even dare to admit their own origins was so afraid of the Medical Saint lineage, but coveted the secret recipes he passed down from the Medical Saint lineage. What else can I say to them?

"You can't leave..." The old man was anxious when he saw this and hurried forward to stop Tang Ping, which also made Tang Ping's eyes suddenly cold.

Zhang Song, who was standing beside him, hurriedly walked over and said, "Sir, please stay. We have no malicious intentions when we ask about these things."

"No malice? Then answer my question," Tang Ping continued with a sneer.

The old man also asked Tang Ping to sit down again in a gentle tone, and then said with a slightly complicated taste: "My grandfather turned out to be an orphan, adopted by a very powerful miracle doctor. When he grew up, he became the miracle doctor's medicine boy."

"What's the name of the miracle doctor you mentioned?" Tang Ping asked.

"Zhang Zhian!" After the old man said this name, Tang Ping couldn't help but frown slightly. He was not unfamiliar with this name because it was the name of Zhang Daoqian's father. Hua Tuo lived in the Zhang family, and it was indeed related to the lineage of the Medical Saint.

Tang Ping also knew about that medicine boy from Zhang Yang’s memory in his previous life. It can be said that Zhang Zhian trained the medicine boy as his apprentice. In addition to the secret recipes he passed down from ancestors, he taught almost all the medical skills he could teach.

"I have said everything I should say, it's your turn," the old man asked.

Tang Ping seemed to ponder for a while before slowly saying: "I have a master. Everything I have learned is taught to me, including the preparation of licorice, Poria, ginseng, and many other medicinal materials."

"Lying, this is the secret recipe passed down from the Zhang family's ancestors. It is passed down by men but not women, and it is passed down by sons but not disciples. You cannot know this unless you are from the Zhang family," the old man shook his head when he heard this.

Tang Ping smiled without comment: "Since you have guessed it, what else can you ask? Do you care so much about this licorice, Poria, ginseng? Do you want this recipe?"

The old man who was stunned when he heard this, looked at Tang Ping's face and changed for a moment. Tang Ping, who felt that the temperature was almost the same, also got up and left.

This time, the old man and Zhang Song, who was beside him, did not say anything to stop him. Speaking of this, could they still force Tang Ping to force Tang Ping to hand over the prescription?

In the evening, Tang Ping went to treat Wu Yan again. After the treatment, Mr. Wu told him about taking Wu Yan to the hospital for examination today. As a result, the tumor was indeed controlled and did not continue to spread, and there were even signs of improvement.

If Tang Ping only applied acupuncture, it would naturally not have such a good effect. However, every time he applied acupuncture, he would input a little spiritual energy in his eyes into Wu Yan's head, which made Wu Yan's illness improve at a slow speed.

However, Tang Ping also found that the effect of spiritual energy seems to be limited for this terminal illness. No matter how much spiritual energy is consumed, it is difficult to truly cure it. Therefore, it is still necessary to combine the Immortal Fruit Pill, and perhaps there is a possibility that it can be cured in the future.

At the same time, Mr. Wu also took out a file bag and handed it to Tang Ping, which was a real estate transfer contract, which was the villa in the suburbs of Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu said that he handed over the house to Tang Ping, but to put it bluntly, it was given to Tang Ping, which was his medical fee to Tang Ping. Tang Ping simply accepted it. After all, he had to spend a magic medicine for the fairy fruit pill, but something that could not be measured by money and real estate.

In fact, in addition to being grateful to Tang Ping, Mr. Wu did this, and was also worried that Tang Ping would not do his best to treat Wu Yan. This is also a common problem for the patient's family. If he didn't give some benefits in advance, he would be worried.

The next day, Tang Ping did not go anywhere, but stayed in the hotel room to prepare a batch of pills and practiced them specifically to reach the peak of his internal energy. After everything was ready, he came to the presidential suite where Mr. Wu and Wu Yan lived.

Tonight it will be time for Wu Yan to take the Immortal Fruit Pill. The final effect is and how well Wu Yan’s condition can recover depends on the effect of the Immortal Fruit Pill.

The spiritual medicine is not only as simple as treating diseases. After absorbing the medicinal power of the Immortal Fruit Pill with the help of Tang Ping, although it cannot be transformed, it can also improve physical fitness.

The medicinal properties of the Xianguo Pill are stronger than those of Thousand Years of Ginseng. Even if it cannot completely cure Wu Yan's brain tumor, it can still make her health much better. Some minor illnesses will stay away from her in the future.

After routinely applying the needle, Tang Ping took out the box containing the Immortal Fruit Pill, and a mellow smell of medicine immediately spread out, making Old Wu who was standing beside him unable to help but look shocked.

Although I had known that Tang Ping would give Wu Yan a precious spiritual medicine today, the fragrance could make people excited, which still made Mr. Wu feel a little incredible.

At this moment, Mr. Wu finally realized what the spiritual medicine was. To him, it was simply a magic medicine!

Wu Yan, who took the Immortal Fruit Pill, quickly turned red and looked a little painful.

The effectiveness of the Immortal Fruit Pill is too powerful. If it weren't for Tang Ping's injection of acupuncture to regulate her body a few days ago, she wouldn't be able to withstand the power of her medicine at all.

But even so, Tang Ping still consumed his internal energy and used the needle-ejecting technique to help Wu Yan completely absorb the medicinal power of this immortal fruit pill.
Chapter completed!