Imperial National Treasure Class Medicinal Chef [Live]

Jian Zimo has always been a deep sleeper, and he is familiar with it when he touches the bed. When he wakes up at dawn, he doesn't know if he has something on his mind today.

In the dim room, there was only a little light coming in from the outside, and rustling sounded unscrupulously from the side. Jian Zimo turned his head, and what he saw was Zuo Qiuyan sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring at him. It's not important, it's important What's more, he was holding the can of ginger candy, chewing in his mouth and holding it in his hand.

Seeing Jian Zimo looking over, he loosened his fingers holding the ginger slices and dropped them back into the jar.

"Zuoqiu Xiaoyan," Jian Zimo got up from the bed, with a faint pain in his forehead, "What did you promise me?"

Zuo Qiuyan hugged the jar, looked down at the floor, and said nothing.

Jian Zimo held back a sigh, walked to his bed and sat down, imitating his cross-legged legs, looking at the ground: "What's wrong with you today?"

"The little mouse is dead, it died to save me." Zuo Qiuyan's pupils widened, staring at the light that was sprinkled on the ground. The scene 13 years ago seemed to repeat itself before my eyes, my mental strength fluctuated slightly, and I exhausted my best self-control to suppress it.

Jian Zimo was startled, little mouse?Save Zuo Qiuyan?

I thought it was absurd, but thinking about it, the current Quantum Beast is in the form of an animal. It would also make sense if that person's Quantum Beast was a mouse.

"It is your friend?" Jian Zimo thought hard for a while before finding the right words.

[Brother, brother, do you want to be my bride? 】

[Brother, brother, you must look good in red. 】

The immature voice screamed happily, as if to get the happiness of the whole world.

"He's very special." Zuo Qiuyan had never told anyone about these things before, but he unexpectedly wanted to confide in them tonight, "He said that he likes Chinese medicine very much. It's very cool that a single grass can save people."

"He asked me if I've heard of Sanyuan 28th. It's a star in the sky. It would be great if I could touch it."

Zuo Qiuyan turned his head and looked fixedly at Jian Zimo, his usually indifferent eyes were full of emotion, as if he was expecting something.His hands were clenched into fists, and he didn't feel pain when his nails pierced his palms.

"It's quite powerful," Jian Zimo spoke a little slowly, trying not to hurt Yan Yan with what he said, "It will definitely fulfill your wish, don't worry."

Jian Zimo patted Zuo Qiuyan's shoulder vigorously, for some reason, it wiped out the light from the eyes of the person opposite him, and he even felt that the person in front of him seemed to be about to cry.

"En!" Zuo Qiuyan looked away, his emotions were completely wiped out in an instant, he put the jar aside, and got out of bed.

"Where are you going?" Jian Zimo asked strangely.

"Brush your teeth." Zuo Qiuyan said calmly, turned and left.

The slender back disappeared, and Jian Zimo felt later: Did he treat me coldly?

Jian Zimo was puzzled, hugged the jar next to it, and stuffed a piece of ginger candy into his mouth as if in a fugue.

Jian Zimo thought of Zuo Qiuyan's tone just now, puffed out his frog's mouth, shook his head, inexplicably wanted to grab his skirt and ask loudly: I am more important or the little mouse.

These are not important, what is important is that he has to brush his teeth too.

As a result of the heart-to-heart chat in the middle of the night, Jian Zimo had two dark circles under his eyes, and Zuo Qiuyan had a small bean on his forehead, which hurt when he touched it.

"What were you two doing last night?" Zhang Xu turned his eyes around the two of them, with a wretched smile on his lips, and was hit by a black group, it was Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei became bigger with a "bang" and shot at the bastard master.

Zhang Xu didn't dare to say anything. He hid in a corner and watched the battle between humans and snakes.

Jian Zimo turned on the terminal, hung up the announcement of today's live broadcast in the live broadcast room, and wrote the name of the medicinal food "Angelica Stewed Lamb". As soon as the announcement came out, fans with special attention found it immediately, and there were hundreds of cheering comments. building.

After Jian Zimo left the live broadcast room, he found that he had a lot of private messages, most of which were businessmen looking for him to endorse and cooperate, and even the largest medicinal food company known as Emperor Star wanted to buy Jian Zimo's prescription.

Jian Zimo had no intention of cooperating, so he filtered out all of these. The remaining few messages were sent by Huang Chi and his team leader Chen Qu from the special police battalion patrolling in the imperial city. Earlier, Jian Zimo asked them if they were suffering from mania. Syndrome colleagues, friends.The other party replied, there are S-level, A-level, and B-level people. After asking their opinions, they are willing to contribute, but the premise is that they will keep their identities confidential.

Jian Zimo didn't mind, the name didn't matter, what he wanted was a pulse case.

In this way, the two parties chatted on the information, determined the number of people on the list, and agreed to go online for a pulse diagnosis at two o'clock in the afternoon.After the matter was finalized, Jian Zimo called a group of reserve medicated dietitians over to start the real teaching.

During this period of time, although Jian Zimo didn't teach them, many of them were studying Jian Zimo's video and learned a lot.

From about ten o'clock to twelve o'clock, Jian Zimo made almost ten medicinal meals, which really surprised everyone.It happened to be lunch time after the medicated meal was finished, so the ten medicated meals were divided directly.

Professor Jones and Professor Li also enjoyed this feast of food.Then it was time for Jian Zimo to discuss the context with Professor Jones, and they didn't stop until almost two o'clock.

Jian Zimo's profound knowledge of Chinese medicine shocked the two of them again. Among the twelve kinds of pulse conditions, there are 28 kinds. The two professors know these basic theoretical knowledge, but now let alone 28 kinds of pulse conditions, even Chen Lao I dare not say that I have twelve kinds.

As far as the floating pulse is concerned, there are six subdivided types in it. The floating, flooding, moistening, scattered, and leathery pulses are surprisingly similar, and they are completely indistinguishable.

Therefore, some people in the Chinese Medicine Institute questioned medical books, thinking how could there be 28 phenomena in the pulse of only two wrists?The evidence is that they can't even cut out the twelve pulses.

Now it is proved that there are no fake medical books, but that they are too weak.

At this moment, the two desperately wanted to go back to the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, and wanted to invite Mr. Chen over.

"I'm going to the xn world, you digest it slowly." Jian Zimo said too much information this time, both of them were confused.

"You're busy, you're busy." The two of them haven't come back to their senses, nor have they thought about going to see Jian Zimo for his on-site pulse diagnosis.They don't even understand this knowledge, so what if they follow along?Just for fun?

On the other hand, although Xiao Ji is also dumbfounded, he has not learned much about Chinese medicine, and he is not like the other two, stuck in the ocean of knowledge and unable to get out.

When Jian Zimo entered the xn world, [-] fighters arranged by Chen Qu were already waiting. They came over just after eating after changing shifts. They were all dressed in casual clothes, and their faces were provided by the system. They did not use their real faces. But Jian Zimo didn't mind, Huang Chi and Chen Qu were also the faces of the system before.

Lining up one by one, Jian Zimo read aloud while feeling his pulse: "The body is straight and long, both ends are tense...both floating and sinking...the qi and blood go up and go straight to Baihui..."

"Have you had heart palpitations or a headache recently?" Jian Zimo asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, you, how did you see it?" The other party was shocked.

"How's your mood lately?"

"I'm a little irritable. Although I opened my mental barrier, I still feel that my five senses are being attacked."

"Have you had a physical or mental examination recently?"

"Yes, the doctor said that it has not been induced yet, but it is a sign of mania."

The soldier of the special police battalion has a heavy face. The only possibility to prevent him from suffering from mania is to have a healer above S rank continue to sort out his mental and physical damage, but even so, it only reduces the induction rate, not 100%. can stop.

Thinking of suffering from mania, he would be tortured every night, and he might go crazy if he was stimulated. Thinking of this, he wanted to change his head.

"Is there any damage to the mental body?"

"As soldiers, our mental bodies are somewhat damaged. Some are caused by exhaustion of mental power in battle, and some are caused by criminals with higher mental powers attacking the mental body. There are various situations."

The other party may have been explained by the chief, and he could hardly say enough, and answered all the questions. This information is very useful to Jian Zimo.

Seeing 20 people in one afternoon, and chanting while feeling the pulse, so that it can be recorded, and sorting out the pulse case later, Jian Zimo not only suffers mentally, but also speaks with anger, his throat is already hoarse, and he desperately wants to drink water.

Fortunately, the effect is remarkable. Some of the soldiers here are on the verge of mania, some have just awakened their mental power, and some are mentally damaged but have not yet suffered from mania, and some have physical problems. But I haven't found it yet...

Various pulse conditions and symptoms provide Jianzi with a large amount of data.

Before bidding farewell to the soldiers, Jian Zimo promised them that he would get a large portion of ginger candy and send it to the inspection camp as a thank you gift.

They all knew about Jian Zimo before they came here, and the taste of ginger sliced ​​candy was also interviewed in the xn medicated dining room. They really liked the sense of comfort after being strongly shocked by the senses, so they all left a name and agreed to send it. Be sure to write this name at the time, and don't write a certain team in the inspection camp, otherwise the boss will definitely go along.

The name left seems very random, obviously no real name was left, but Jian Zimo doesn't mind, and the other party is willing to come, so thank you very much.

After Jian Zimo went offline, he almost screamed out in fright when he opened the holographic hatch.Zuo Qiuyan was squatting next to the holographic cabin, staring at him with burning eyes.

"What's wrong?" Jian Zimo came out of the holographic cabin with a long breath.

"Chrysanthemum tea is useless, it's not good." Zuo Qiuyan frowned, pointing to Xiaodoudou whose forehead was getting redder and redder.

"It can't be that fast, at least tomorrow." Jian Zimo glanced at Zuo Qiuyan, and laughed viciously: "This is punishment for stealing food."

Zuo Qiuyan: "..."

The depressed Zuo Qiuyan pleased Jian Zimo, but thinking of the mutton stew that was going to be broadcast live today, it seemed that he had to change it, and he didn't expect that Zuo Qiuyan's little peas were getting worse.

Jian Zimo went down from the second floor to the first floor, and then opened the live broadcast room, his smile never came down.

live audience

"Wake up, Sifang cake, Sifang cake."

"Hey, I don't even know how my yam got a high fever. Do you have a conscience? You're still laughing."

"Jane, do it again, blame that bastard Brown."

"Sifang Cake can be made, but high fever mochi yam is not." Jian Zimo was a little relieved when he saw the audience howl in the live broadcast.

The audience in the live broadcast room: "Why?"

"Because Yanyan has grown a little peas," Jian Zimo took it for granted, and said, "Sugar is warm, and it will make things worse if you eat long peas. I'll make it up for everyone in the future!"

Zuo Qiuyan's skin was too fair and tender, Jian Zimo saw that his peas were not pleasing to the eye, and thought he would get rid of it today.

Live audience: "..."

"If I remember correctly, Jian Jian, you said that mutton is also lukewarm, so is that why you brought winter melon up today?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"No, what about us? What about us? Just because we don't look as good as him?"

"Sure enough, Jian Jian's favorite is beauty Yan Yan."

"After all, we are going to beg for food under Yan Yanmei."

Jian Zimo: "..."