Supreme Medicinal God

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The old dishes are very fast, and soon the table is filled with dishes. Ye Feng and Lu Qingqing do not consume a lot of energy like Zhao Dongqiang. They smell tangy dishes and feel hungry.

Fine wines and delicacies make wine a joy, a great luck in life.

Most of Tiantianle’s food stalls are mainly Jiangxian, fresh and delicious. No wonder the business is so good.

Ye Feng looked at more than a dozen stalls on the bridgehead square in Yushui, and this business was the best, full of seats, and soon came to ask if there was an empty table, some people even stood nearby and waited, and did not go elsewhere Others.

Also in Yushuiqiao Square, a customer came to stalls again. Although the lights were bright, the tables and chairs were clean and tidy, and the lights were shiny, there were no guests. The empty and the scene of the bustling scene formed a clear contrast.

On the occasion of a full meal, Ye Feng used the excuse to go to the toilet and leave the seat to smoke a cigarette. While enjoying the Xu Feng at night on the riverside, he suddenly heard the sound of chanting.

Looking down the line, there were three monks on the Yushui Bridge, wearing yellow monk clothes, sprinkling some white paper against the surging river, and chanting words in their mouths.

Behind them, followed by two sad middle-aged couples, middle-aged women twitched their shoulders constantly, crying into tears, obviously very sad,

Ye Feng's eyesight was high, and he saw three monks embroidering a mysterious character on their chests.

It turned out to be a monk at Xuankong Temple. The sound of chanting the scriptures was full of breath, and his face was calm and calm.

It seems that here is the super dead soul. In such a large river area, it is inevitable that some people will fall into the water and be traumatized. In the dead river, the monk of Xuankong Temple Chao Chao crossing the dead soul is also a good deed.

Zhao Dongqiang also came over and smiled and took a bag of Hard China and a strong fortress to Ye Feng.

"Master, seeing that you haven't been seated for so long, you know that you are smoking here. I have a pack of cigarettes here. Master, take it."

Ye Feng pushed Zhao Dongqiang's hand away: "I have so much smoke, you keep it yourself."

Zhao Dongqiang stuffed again: "Hey, Master, as a disciple of apprenticeship, you accept a pack of cigarettes, you just accept it. If you don't accept it, you don't give face."

Ye Feng put the cigarette in his pocket and smiled: "Your face is really not worth this pack of cigarettes."

He also saw the monk who was doing the practice: "A monk is coming. Alas, three days ago, a ten-year-old boy fell off the river and fell into the water. Later he was rescued but became a vegetable. Poor. "

Ye Feng said lightly: "Life and death have a life, wealth is in the sky, life and death, six reincarnations, there is no need to think too much."

Zhao Dongqiang was a little puzzled and said: "In the recent period, five people have fallen into the water and four people have died. This child has not died yet, but he is a vegetative. I don't know when to wake up."

"Oh, five people in a row?"

A question flashed in Ye Feng's mind. It was not surprising that one or two people fell into the water and fell into the water, but five people in a row made it a little suspicious.

At this time, A Song's voice came: "Master, A Qiang, come back quickly, A Qiang, are you afraid of drinking with me and ran out to hide?"

Stimulated by Asong, A Qiang urged: "Master, let's go back and have two more drinks. The guy in Asong is almost drunk. Haha, he just insisted that he could drink me, and I let him... …"

Ye Feng was about to return to his seat. Suddenly, when he heard the guests at the next table, he dropped his chopsticks and lay on the ground, making a painful moan.

Seeing that someone was lying under the table, Ye Feng thought he was drunk at the beginning, but when he rolled over his stomach, his forehead was covered with big beads of sweat, and then he knew that he was sick.

It's strange to say that when this person fell to the ground and groaned in pain, someone on the other table also had the same symptoms. Every day, there were dozens of tables, and all the guests groaned in pain while covering their stomachs.

It looks like symptoms of acute enteritis, acute appendicitis.

If this is just a guest, maybe this guest is in poor health and sick. More than a dozen table guests and more than ten people get sick together. It is easy for people to feel food poisoning.

The boss panicked. The dishes on the day and the day were fresh. The chefs followed them for several years. The kitchen was fully hygienic. How could so many people get food poisoning? Not enough.

Some people poured hot water, some people called emergency calls, and suddenly Tianle was in a mess. The crowds around were all talking, mostly guessing wildly.

"Boss, is your family using drain oil?"

"How is it possible, all salad oils bought in supermarkets, regular manufacturers, non-GMO oils."

"Have Jiang Xian deteriorated?"

"Ouch, all the fish and shrimps salvaged on the day, none of them are dead."

"It's impossible. So many people are responsible for food poisoning. You are responsible."

"Boss, if our friends have any shortcomings, I'll smash your shop."

The boss couldn't help but cry, "I can't help crying: "My food is the freshest and the best every day. I respect the opinions of each customer. What did I do, God will punish me. I took a loan Millions, just rented this store, now you will lose money."

Seeing the boss crying pitifully, Ye Feng felt a trace of sympathy in her heart.

For a time, the Tiantianle restaurant was like a frying pan. Those customers turned upside down and accused the boss of deceiving customers by using something bad and poisoning so many people.

Ye Feng had almost drunk their wine. Hearing that someone was poisoned by food, they dared not eat it anymore. Asong drank a little too much. He didn't care about it. Other people's food poisoning had nothing to do with himself.

"Asong, someone has food poisoning, and you dare to eat it."

"Fear of nothing, it is not my food poisoning. Come, no matter what, we drink ours."

The doctor's parents' heart, so many people are poisoned by food, and their expression is painful. Ye Feng intends to help.

One guest even rolled his eyes, almost comatose, and his relatives and friends hurriedly pinched him for him, but the effect was not very obvious.

Ye Feng quickly walked over: "I am a doctor, let me come."

I heard that Ye Feng is a doctor. Those people are just like seeing the suffering and relief of the Bodhisattva, and they are both in their hands. "Doctor, if you do well, you must rescue him."

"Don't make a sound, let me take a closer look."

Looking at the symptoms of these people, he also thought it was food poisoning, and his eyes swept across a patient's abdomen, but found that the patient's abdomen was not black.

He was stunned. The eye of the fatalist was opened from the beginning to the present, but he never misunderstood the situation of inefficiency. Is his eye of the fatalist today dead?

Impossible, these people are cold and sweating pain, never pretend.

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