Meng Zhiyu looked at Zhao Shuanglian and He Zhida again, "If they can remember, why can't you?"
Meng Zhiyu was not polite at all. He jumped up and slapped each person hard on the head.
He Zhida covered his head with his hands, his face grim. Zhao Shuanglian no longer maintained her innocent smile and screamed, "Meng Zhiyu, what are you doing?"
Meng Zhiyu rubbed his sore palm and sneered, "Why? If I'm teaching you a lesson, shouldn't you learn about herbs from me and then teach the villagers? If you don't listen carefully, it means you don't care about the villagers' lives. Is it wrong for me to teach you a lesson?"
Then, with a serious expression, he said, "Listen carefully. Centella asiatica has a slightly cold nature and can clear away heat and dampness. It can be used for symptoms such as sore throat, fever, and dry mouth."
After finishing each word, he continued to ask questions, "Memorize it."
He Zhida was better this time and recited two short sentences. Zhao Shuanglian was so angry that she didn't remember a single word. Meng Zhiyu slapped her arm.
Zhao Shuanglian couldn't hold back her tears and burst into tears, "Sister Zhiyu, I know you are angry because we asked you to hand over the prescription, I..."
Meng Zhiyu didn't wait for her to finish her words and slapped her directly. The crisp sound of applause was heard, and Meng Zhiyu instantly felt calm. It turned out that when it is time to take action, you still have to take action, and you can't scare her and be reserved.
He Zhida shouted, blocking Zhao Shuanglian, "Meng Zhiyu, what are you doing?"
Meng Zhiyu was too lazy to pay attention to this arrogant idiot. Seeing that he would not move away, he just hit him as well and punched him directly.
He Zhida covered his aching chin and was extremely angry. He had never been treated like this before. He raised his arm to fight back, but a big hand grabbed his wrist.
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