When the audience were excitedly guessing what kind of pills Song Tiantian would make this time, someone suddenly asked in the barrage.
[By the way, does everyone know about the limb regeneration drug trial that the Song Family Pharmacy has been running lately?]
[I know. There was a streamer who was trying out some medication recently, and he was live-streaming his reaction after applying it.]
[Yes, yes, I've tried it too, but it's been three or four days now and I haven't seen any effect.]
[How could it possibly happen so quickly? This is limb regeneration. If it can grow back within a few years, it's considered pretty good.]
[Indeed, as long as it truly can regenerate a severed limb, I think it would be worth it even if it took ten years, let alone several.]
[Yes, compared to a lifetime of no recovery, ten years is nothing. The only worry is that this project will fail, which would be a huge blow to the patients involved in the trial.]
"That shouldn't be the case. This project is jointly organized by the Song Family Pharmacy and the government. If it wasn't effective, they wouldn't have started this limb regeneration project."
[Yes, I believe the Song Family Pharmacy will not let us down.]
[Yes, Tiantian has developed such magical pills as protective pills and tungsten gold pills. Regenerating a broken limb is definitely no problem.]
"Damn it." Han Shengli, the representative of the Great Hanming Kingdom's cold doctors, kicked the chair away.
I watched in disbelief as they sent people to post comments in the live broadcast room, trying to stir up conflict with the audience against the Song Family Pharmacy. In a few seconds, they were flooded with comments from the audience who believed in the Song Family Pharmacy. I couldn't help but curse: "Have they been brainwashed by the Song Family Pharmacy? They actually believe that they can really develop a drug that can regenerate severed limbs!"
"Impossible! If even we Han doctors can't do it, Chinese medicine will definitely not be able to do it!" An old Han doctor said with a decisive look on his face.
"That's right, Han Yi is the top doctor. Chinese medicine cannot surpass Han Yi. Regenerating severed limbs is simply a scam in China!"
"It's a scam. Then tell me, what exactly is going on with the protective pills!" Han Shengli looked at Doctor Han with an angry look on his face.
All the cold doctors present looked at each other.
Han Seungri continued to ask, "A little girl who's not even four years old made pills on a variety show. What's going on?! How can a child make something that you can't?"
"Also, I asked you to research the traditional Chinese medicine that appeared in the livestream. How effective is that? You're not going to tell me you haven't come up with the formula for the protective pills and the tungsten gold pill yet, are you?"
Hearing this, all the doctors present lowered their heads and remained silent.
Upon seeing this, Han Shengli's eyes became even more vicious.
At this moment, a picture of Song Tiantian processing herbs appeared on the giant screen in the conference room.
Upon seeing this, Han Shengli immediately shouted to Doctor Han in the conference room, "Why are you all still standing there? Hurry up and write down all the herbs she used."
"Also, let's talk about the order of boiling the medicine. If you make a mistake again this time, don't blame us for expelling you from the Han Medical Community!"
Upon hearing this, the people present hurriedly picked up the paper and pen placed aside, and some even took out their mobile phones to record the broadcast, not wanting to miss any scene of the live broadcast.
After all, for the cold doctors of the Great Cold Nether Country, if they really became famous in their cold medical community, then no hospital or cold medical clinic would accept them.
Not only that, the industry will also downgrade his credibility. As long as he shops, buys a house or pays taxes in any corner of Han Country, the price will be one to five times higher than that of others.
In other words, if they really became famous in the Han medical community, they would not be able to survive in the Han country.
For this reason, these cold doctors must not be expelled from the cold medical industry even for the sake of their livelihood.
For a moment, the entire conference room was filled with the sounds of them taking notes, taking photos and recording videos.
And they will never know that under the manipulation of the system, the footage of Song Tiantian processing herbs will always be reviewed by the system first, blurring some details or skipping a few Chinese herbs and related key steps.
So even if they recorded all the herbs used by Song Tiantian and copied them according to the order of decoction in Song Tiantian's live broadcast room, it would be impossible to make pills with the same effect as hers.
What's more, Song Tiantian would use her mental power to assist when boiling the medicine. In the face of such absolute strength that could not be cheated, even if these cold doctors could see through the live broadcast, they would only go further and further down the road of failure.
In addition to Han Yi, many medical institutions and private research institutes in other countries are also conducting research on Song Tiantian's live broadcast room, trying to copy the cooking steps she used in the live broadcast room, but without exception, they all failed.
Song Tiantian, who was unaware that her video had caused countless people to go crazy, washed the picked herbs and placed them on a rack outside the kitchen to dry.
At the same time, Xu Qi's dinner was ready.
A series of chestnut banquets filled with chestnuts, including chestnut rice, chestnut stewed chicken, chestnut braised pork, chestnut braised spare ribs, chestnut syrup, etc., were all served on the big kang table in the main room.
As soon as the meal started, Song Tiantian, He Jingnian and others couldn't wait to take a sip of the chestnut syrup. The syrup was sweet and full of the aroma of chestnuts. Then they ate a few chestnuts that were stewed until they were soft, glutinous and sweet. A sense of satisfaction from eating dessert suddenly came to their hearts.
There is also the chestnut braised pork. The chestnuts are stained with the oily color of the braised pork. It tastes meaty and has a soft texture that makes people want to eat it again and again.
The same goes for the chestnut stewed chicken. Although I had eaten it once last night, I was still amazed by this dish when I ate it again, especially when the corn tortillas that Xu Qi specially stuck to the edge of the pot were dipped in the stewed chicken broth. The taste was so good that even a god would not change it.
Not to mention their staple food, chestnut rice. Although it is just chestnuts cooked with rice, the taste is not inferior at all.
Especially the soft and sticky chestnuts and the distinct grains of rice. When you put them together, you can taste the sweet aroma of chestnuts and the soft and sticky taste of rice. Paired with a table of delicious dishes...
After another day of eating and drinking, Song Tiantian, with a full belly, took a few walks in the courtyard to digest the food before returning to the kitchen to start processing the herbs that had been dried.
I saw the little girl picking and choosing on the winnowing basket where the herbs were drying, and in a short while she had picked up all the herbs she needed.
Also because of this, many people who wanted to record what medicine Song Tiantian took and how much of it was were stuck at the first level.
In addition, Song Tiantian’s process of boiling medicinal materials is also incomprehensible.
Because, during the process of boiling the medicine, she did not add a drop of water into the medicine pot, but directly threw all the medicine she had prepared into the small medicine pot and boiled it directly.
At the same time, during the cooking process, Song Tiantian never opened the lid of the pot once, which made those who wanted to see what herbs she used through the herbs being cooked in the pot stuck again.
The central figure of their attention, Song Tiantian, was currently using her mental power to purify the herbs in the medicine pot.
Sitting in front of Song Tian, facing south as the fire burned, he felt the active fluctuations of Song Tiantian's mental power around the medicine pot, while silently exercising his mental power.
It was not until a burst of medicinal fragrance came from the medicine pot that Xiang Nanchao came to his senses and looked into the medicine pot.
Song Tiantian opened the lid of the pot and looked at the pills that had been successfully boiled. When she saw the pills, which were no bigger than her little finger, lying at the bottom of the pot in a round and cute manner, the little girl immediately took out the medicine bottle she had prepared in advance and put all the pills in it.
When they saw the pills in the medicine pot, those who had been staring at the live broadcast room without blinking for fear of missing anything, shouted in disbelief.
"Impossible! How could she possibly make it? This is unscientific!"
"How could it be a pill? This is impossible and shouldn't be the case!"
"Aren't they saying that Chinese pills are made by kneading? But after she threw the herbs in, she didn't even touch it. How could these pills appear in the pot?"
"Impossible, there must be something wrong!"
No matter how these people questioned her, Song Tiantian, who had already boiled a pot of pills, put away her small medicine pot, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went to bed.
On this very night, Qiu Luo, a patient at the military hospital, was sleeping soundly when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm that he had not felt for a long time. Qiu Luo had been hit by a car overtaking from behind and had half of his palm amputated because he was naughty as a child and stuck his hand out of the car window while his parents were driving.
"hiss"
Qiu Luo, awakened by the pain, quickly used his intact hand to grasp the broken end of his palm.
"What's wrong?" Lu Qian, a fellow patient in the same ward, turned on the light and looked at Qiu Luo hurriedly after hearing his cry of pain.
Qiu Luo looked at Lu Qian with sweat on his forehead: "My hand hurts."
"Your hand hurts?" Lu Qian hurriedly stood up and looked at the severed hand that Qiu Luo was holding. After seeing this, Lu Qian almost suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.
He hurriedly closed his eyes and looked at Qiu Luo's severed hand again. He saw that half of his palm was originally cut off, leaving only the thumb and the palm of his hand, but now it was actually partially bulging.
Seeing this, Lu Qian's heartbeat quickened: "Old Qiu, you, you look at your palm..."
Qiu Luo, completely absorbed in the pain, hadn't noticed the changes in his palm at all. At Lu Qian's reminder, he looked towards the severed palm...
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