Chapter 1257 [1257] How dare you prescribe medicine for others?
However, unlike the busyness here, Ye Feng did not look anxious at all.

"Mr. Ye, what are we doing now?" the assistant asked in a low voice.

"Don't be in a hurry, wait a moment." Ye Feng instructed him while touching his belly.

The assistant thought he was feeling unwell and had to stand aside quietly.

At this moment, Ye Feng suddenly waved to Feng Jianwu in the audience.

Feng Jianwu was stunned for a moment, but she immediately trotted over and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

Ye Feng looked around, then slowly leaned close to her ear and said, "Can you do me a favor?"

Seeing his expression, Feng Jianwu thought he was going to ask her to make a decision that would go against her ancestors. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she still nodded and said, "You tell me, whatever you want me to do, I will agree to it."

Ye Feng touched her little face with satisfaction, "Xiao Wu is so well behaved."

Feng Jianwu's pretty face turned slightly red, and she quickly glanced at the assistant beside her, "Master, what exactly do you want Feng Jian to do?"

Ye Feng looked at her seriously, "Master came in a hurry this morning and didn't have time to eat. Now I'm a little hungry. Can you help Master make a bowl of egg fried rice?"

"Uh……"

Feng Jianwu was stunned.

But after a moment, although Feng Jianwu felt that Ye Feng's request was a bit strange, she still quickly asked someone to make a plate of fried rice and send it over.

Then, Ye Feng squatted in front of the male patient and started eating egg fried rice in big mouthfuls. That would have been fine, but he ate so happily that he kept smacking his lips.

The male patient stared at him with despair. He probably didn't expect that he would have to endure such torment while enduring the pain of the illness.

Seeing this funny scene, everyone in the audience looked at each other in surprise.

"What is this kid doing? Instead of treating his illness, he's eating fried rice? This is a competition!"

"I guess he knew he couldn't beat the clan leader's wife, so he just admitted defeat?"

"That shouldn't be the case, right? I heard this guy is very good at acupuncture. He cured the poison in Kazama and Hiko with just two needles."

"He only knows acupuncture, right? Now that acupuncture is banned, he probably doesn't have any other means, right?"

"It seems there is no need to continue the competition. The ending is already obvious..."

At this time, Chizuru Tsukahara had completed the diagnosis and started preparing the medicine, but Ye Feng had made no progress at all.

Feng Jianwu was also getting a little impatient. She didn't know what her master was doing. Was he sure of victory, or had he already given up?
Feng Jian Hayabusa turned around and saw his daughter's anxious look, and couldn't help but smile, "Be patient, stay calm."

Feng Jianwu glanced at him unhappily, "You hope he fails the trial, don't you?"

Fengjian Hayabusa did not deny it, but just smiled faintly, "Your mother...your aunt Tsukahara's medical skills are recognized by the family as the best. I don't believe that our Fengjian family's hundreds of years of accumulation are not as good as a young boy."

Feng Jianwu frowned immediately, "What do you mean by a brat? You are too disrespectful, aren't you?"

Feng Jian Shun snorted coldly, "He tricked my daughter into going to China, and I haven't settled the score with him yet. What's wrong with calling him a brat?"

Feng Jianwu was afraid that her father would get angry and do something bad to Ye Feng, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

At this time, Ye Feng finally finished eating the egg fried rice and touched his stomach, "Comfortable!"

The assistant next to him came over and asked, "Can we start the treatment now?"

Ye Feng waved his hand, "No hurry, I'll go to the toilet first."

After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving behind hundreds of people at the scene.

Everyone present was stunned, and after a moment, they all started cursing.

"Is this kid kidding us? He just ate fried rice and now he has to go to the bathroom. Why is he taking so long?" "I can't bear it any longer. I want to go up and beat him up. No one of you can stop me."

"Then go quickly. I will support you mentally. I heard that he just slapped Xishan's steward away with one palm. I hope you can avenge Xishan's steward."

"Uh... is this true? Butler Xishan is a master of dark energy, but he was slapped away by a palm?"

"I heard it from the people outside just now. It should be true."

"Well... forget it. Even the butler of Xishan is no match for this kid. I won't go up and embarrass myself."

"..."

A few minutes later, Ye Feng came back from the bathroom.

This time he didn't hesitate any longer. He walked straight to the male patient and felt his pulse.

Then he turned and walked to the table beside him, picked up a pen and started writing the prescription.

Seeing this, the assistant couldn't help but ask, "Is this... are we going to get the medicine now?"

The four diagnostic methods of traditional Chinese medicine are inspection, auscultation, questioning and palpation, which are the most basic diagnostic methods.

Ye Feng skipped the first three items and went directly to the fourth item. He only felt the pulse briefly, which took less than ten seconds in total. It felt like his hand was taken away as soon as it was placed on the pulse. Can this be called taking the pulse?

Besides that, he didn't check any other parts of the body, and didn't even ask about the patient's condition. How dare he prescribe medicine for the patient?
Ye Feng did not answer him, but wrote furiously. In less than half a minute, he wrote out a prescription and handed it to him, "Follow the prescription and get the medicine."

The assistant looked at the densely packed and illegible names of Chinese medicine on the prescription, and immediately looked at the clan leader in the audience in embarrassment.

If someone really takes the medicine according to this guy's prescription and ends up dying, he won't be able to take the responsibility.

Fengjian Hayabusa watched Ye Feng's every move and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He just nodded slightly to the assistant and asked him to follow Ye Feng's arrangements.

Anyway, the two patients he chose were already terminally ill and didn't have many days left to live, so now he could only try his best to save their lives.

Of course it would be best if the patient could be cured, but even if the patient dies on the spot, it doesn’t matter.

Seeing that the clan leader had nodded, the assistant had no choice but to get the medicine according to Ye Feng's prescription.

Fortunately, the medicines prescribed by Ye Feng were not rare herbs and were available in the Fengjian family’s pharmacy.

It took him about half an hour to get all the herbs according to Ye Feng's prescription and distribute them according to the proportions.
Then they started to work on pounding the medicine, cutting, etc.

The last step is boiling.

These processes are quite time-consuming, so Ye Feng naturally would not wait here, but instead found a shady place to cool off.

Although he had wasted a lot of time eating and going to the toilet before, he saved a lot of time during the diagnosis, so that both parties completed the work of boiling the medicine almost at the same time.

Smelling the strong aroma of medicine, the audience started talking again.

"Guess who will win this competition?"

"Need I say more? The Patriarch's wife will definitely win! Her medical skills are obvious to all of us. They are better than those of many famous doctors out there."

"Yes, didn't you see that the guy prescribed medicine without any diagnosis? It's good enough that he didn't eat a dead person."

"It's so hard to start the trial of our Kazama family, but I didn't expect it to end like this. It's such a pity."

"The family actually opened the trial for such a person. It wasted a great opportunity."

"How hateful! How deplorable!"

(End of this chapter)