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Although all three doctors sent by the Su clan family were eliminated, the Su clan family did not seem to have been affected.

Su Xiangyue, the eldest son of the Su clan family, seemed to have no regard for him. He did not stay in the Su clan family, but instead reached the location of the Ye clan family and entangled with Ye Feishuang.

"Fei Shuang, long time no see, are you okay?" Su Xiangyue put her on with a smile on her face.

"Get out!" Ye Feishuang said coldly.

Without saying a word, Ye Feishuang turned her eyes after saying "get out" and twisted her body to the other side.

Ye Wushuang, who was standing beside him, was already happy that Miao Duzong, whom he sent, entered the third round of competition. At this time, he saw Su Xiangyue's face pressing on his cold butt, and was even more happy. He stood aside proudly and said sarcastically:

"Su Xiangyue, Su Xiangyue, you really have healed your scar and forgot the pain. Be careful of your finger being cut off. You doctors can't cure it."

Listening to Ye Wushuang's ridicule, Su Xiangyue shook her head and sneered at Ye Wushuang who was watching the show:

"Ye Bashuang, what are you? Is there any part of your conversation here?"

Ye Wushuang's face changed and he said with a grin:

"Su Xiangyue!"

"Ye Banshuang!" Su Xiangyue did not give in.

Just as the two of them were facing the wheat rays, an old voice sounded, scaring them to the point of trembling.

"Su Xiangyue, Ye Wushuang, I will tolerate the last time you two again. I dare to make loud noises and cause commotion. I will immediately hit you with sticks and never enter my Red Ye Pavilion!"

Mr. Hongzhu, who was on the shelf, used the technique of sound transmission to send a final warning to Su Xiangyue and Ye Wushuang.

Immediately, Su Xiangyue and Ye Wushuang were taken away by the elders of their respective families...

Seeing that it finally became quiet, Ye Feishuang sighed softly and thought silently in her heart that it would be better to drive both of them out...

On the shelf.

Jing Rulin recalled the suction palm prints used by Zilong to absorb the medicine box just now, locked his eyebrows tightly, and asked Mr. Hongzhu beside him, and said:

"Old Hongzhu, have you seen the palm prints used by the child to grab the medicine box just now?"

"I saw it myself. I know what you want to say. The palm prints that the child used came from that place."

"Then will he be that person's disciple?"

"Let's take a look..."

"Um……"

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On the other side, Cheng Feier suddenly remembered something and took out the small pot of medicine that Zilong had given her before from the storage ring and handed it to Honglin.

"Sister Honglin, give it!"

Looking at the kettle handed by Cheng Fei, Honglin waved her hand and said:

"Fei'er, I'm not thirsty."

"This is not thirst-quenching water. This is the medicine prepared by Zilong for you, which is specially used to treat your throat."

"The medicine for treating throat?"

Honglin took half-believingly and half-doubtedly half-doubtedly half-doubted medicine liquid handed over by Cheng Feier.

Honglin's throat was very uncomfortable before, but she had just taken their Hongyezhai's special elixir in the background. Although it still hurts a little, it has improved a lot.

"Sister Hongling, this is a love medicine. Please try it if it's good."

Honglin gently pinched Cheng Fei'er, who was unrestrained, and then said coquettishly:

"Don't talk nonsense! Besides, there is no good medicine."

After hesitating for a moment, Honglin opened the plug of the kettle and sniffed it lightly at the mouth of the kettle.

Smelling the faint fragrance and unable to tell what the medicine was, Honglin hesitated for a moment, then raised the kettle and drank it lightly.

With one mouthful of mouth, Honglin felt an unprecedented sweet and cool feeling. Her throat, which was still a bit painful and hoarse, was moisturized with coolness and gentleness.

Feeling the sweetness, Honglin immediately raised the kettle and drank the remaining half of the pot of medicine.

After Honglin finished drinking the medicine in the kettle, she was surprised to find that her throat was completely unhindered at this moment.

Looking at Honglin's surprised look, Cheng Feier knew that it must be Zilong's medicine that had played its role, and then asked with a smile:

"How is it? Love Medicinal Liquid is not bad."

Honglin smiled and shook her head, then hung Cheng Feier with a small nose and said:

"Thank you for helping me."

"I won't help, I want to thank Sister Honglin, please thank you yourself." Cheng Fei'er said with a wicked smile.

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Hong Danqing walked up to the square auction table with her hands, walked through the remaining four doctors, and came to the front of the four.

"It's the last question. I won't say what it means to win. You are also here for this. This is the soup that is placed in front of you in the first difficult question using the best medicinal materials you just selected.

Remember, the decoctions you make must be consistent with the decoctions placed in front of you in the first problem on the temperature, the medicinal materials and ingredients... and must be boiled with hand heat to determine the final winner based on the speed of time. If none of them can be completely restored, then the closest one is the winner."

Hong Danqing's words shocked the four doctors, including Zilong. At this time, nearly three quarters of an hour had passed since the first problem. Most of them had forgotten the specific situation of the decoction before them. The time and heat and medicinal materials were even more blurred in their minds...

At this time, several maids came to the square auction table with casseroles, water and other things.

"You can get the tools used to make soup medicine in front, or you can use your own, start now!"

Although Hong Danqing has announced the beginning of the last problem, the four doctors including Zilong are all silent. They are all recalling the specific details of the decoction placed in front of them in the first problem...

About three minutes later, Miao Duzong, the medical genius known as the Little Medical Saint, took the lead in action.

He went up to retrieve the casserole and water used to make soup medicine, rinse the medicinal materials on the table with clean water, place them in the casserole in different proportions, put them in the casserole in an appropriate amount of water, then place the casserole on the palm of his right hand, mobilizes the original true qi from the source of the Dan to gather in the palm, and then the palm caught fire, control the temperature of the hand fire, and started boiling the decoction...

Miao Duzong thought silently in his heart that it was almost impossible to completely recover, so I won by speed and made a soup according to my own understanding...

Immediately afterwards, Master Huang Zhongren also began... followed by Master Guo from the Cheng clan...

At this point, among the remaining four, except Zilong, they had already controlled the fire in their palms and started to boil the decoction...

At this time, Zilong's eyes were closed and he sat on the ground, and he even started to sit on the auction table.

Zilong finally understood why he felt that the bowl of soup was weird before.

Zilong guessed that Hongyezhai must have tampered with the proportion of the medicinal materials in the decoction... Zilong closed his eyes and meditated, calmed down, and tried hard to recall, analyze, and guess how Hongyezhai changed the proportion of these medicinal materials...

Seeing this, the onlookers had different expressions and had their own ideas.

Ye Wushuang saw that the doctor he sent was the first to make a decoction, so he was so happy that he was filled with joy.

He glanced at Zilong who was meditating on the auction table and thought fiercely:

"I didn't expect you to be able to survive until now, but your good luck is over. I'm waiting for the Lotte auction to make you look good..."

Ye Feishuang looked at Master Huang with a heavy face and Zilong who was meditating with her eyes closed, and was full of worry, as if she was even more nervous than the people on the stage.

Su Xiangyue looked at Ye Feishuang's nervous and worried look, and she looked like a silly girl and murmured alone:

"Fei Shuang is so beautiful, even her anxious look is so beautiful..."

...

Honglin and Cheng Feier were facing each other, each with their own worries. They all thought that Zilong, who was frowning at the square auction table, was in trouble when he was sitting up...

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"Isn't it okay?" The ghost's voice came into Zilong's mind and urged him.

"It's getting soon, let me confirm again... One silver crowned grass, remove the roots, one Yingling flower, and only take the petals... Two cents of aconite, three cents of Huangting Shepherd... OK."

With a certainty in his heart, Zilong suddenly opened his eyes.

Zilong stood up and left, came to the front and quickly took the casserole and water used to make soup. He removed the rhizomes from the silver crown grass, washed them with clean water and put them in the casserole. Then he picked seven petals from Yinglinghua...

Zilong's right hand was turned back, raised the hand fire, controlled the temperature of the hand fire, and began to make soup...

...

Seeing that Zilong finally took action, Cheng Feier, Hong Lin and others breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Zilong, who was half a beat late, Miao Duzong's mouth turned a little disdain and thought silently in his heart, you finally took action, but it was too late, my decoction was about to be ready...

Half a quarter of an hour later.

Miao Duzong shouted lightly, and the fire in his hand was instantly extinguished. He controlled the boiling casserole and placed it smoothly on the ebony table in front of him.

Ebony is extremely fire-resistant. The table made of ebony will not cause any deformation under high temperatures. It was specially prepared by Hongyezhai for this competition.

Miao Duzong took out a blue and white porcelain bowl and poured the soup out of the casserole. After finishing everything, he immediately spoke:

"I'm done!"
To be continued...