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Chapter 735 Yang Ling's Dreamland

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    Time seems to have passed through tens of thousands of years. In the eternal time, Yang Ling saw the god-man who only existed in legends.

    He wanted to run to meet him, but he seemed to be bound by something, unable to move.

    He wanted to shout loudly, but the throat still couldn't make the slightest sound.

    Just when Yang Ling was about to collapse, the old man suddenly looked up. He seemed to see Yang Ling, waved at him, and opened his mouth to say something.

    Afterwards, Yang Ling only felt dizzy for a while. After a while, he woke up, put his hands on the desk, lowered his head, and gasped for breath.

    Suddenly, there was a lot of information about medicinal materials and elixir in his mind. At the same time, there were also some secrets and anecdotes that were not known to the world.

    "Are you okay?" Zhang Jinmo asked after Yang Ling's breathing gradually stabilized.

    Yang Ling raised his head, squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm fine, it's just that I had a dream just now, and I saw a lot of things, and now I feel my brain is swollen."

    Zhang Jinmo bought a cup of tea for Yang Ling, and handed it to him: "It's okay, drink some water first, don't worry, take your time, there is plenty of time."

    Yang Ling took the tea, his hands were still shaking, and he drank it all in one go, not caring about the tea burning his mouth.  Then he took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, before he finally recovered.

    Gently and carefully picked up the bamboo slips, Yang Ling learned without a teacher, and the obscure characters on the bamboo slips were not a problem for him at all, he could understand them at a glance.

    Time seemed to stop at this moment, Yang Ling was fascinated by it, and Zhang Jinmo didn't bother.

    By the time Yang Ling finished reading all the bamboo slips, it was already 10 noon, the sun outside the window was scorching hot, and the calls of thrushes could be heard from time to time in the yard.

    "Grandpa Zhang, thank you." Yang Ling said sincerely.  Although he didn't know how to tell Zhang Jinmo the pictures he had seen before, he was able to have this opportunity thanks to Zhang Jinmo.

    Zhang Jinmo said with a smile: "Silly boy, why are you being so polite? To tell you the truth, the Zhang family has relied on this Shennong's Herbal Classic to save the world and heal people since their ancestors. If my guess is correct, your medical skills are also from Shennong's lineage."  Right? So we are a family."

    Yang Ling told Zhang Jinmo that he accidentally obtained Shennong's inheritance.

    People can show their family heirlooms to themselves, but they have no reason to hide them.

    Zhang Jinmo's eyes widened in astonishment after hearing Yang Ling's words, he looked at Yang Ling in disbelief and said, "If I hadn't seen your methods with my own eyes, I would never believe that you had such a chance.  The bamboo slips are a family heirloom of the Zhang family, and I cannot give them to you, but if you need them, you can come to me to read these bamboo slips at any time, or you can copy a copy yourself, but you must ensure that it does not fall into the hands of others. Now  These people, whose surname is She, but whose ass is facing abroad, are such treasures that they cannot be ruined."

    Yang Ling nodded and agreed with what Zhang Jinmo said. He said, "Grandpa Zhang, since it's so important, why didn't you hand it over to the country?"

    Zhang Jinmo listened, shook his head with a smile, and said, "Silly boy, have you not seen the past dynasties and dynasties, and at the end of the dynasties, are there still few treasures handed down from generation to generation overseas? Peacetime may be a good choice, but decades and hundreds of years later  Who can guarantee that it will last for a long time? The reason why the Zhang family has been able to pass it down for so many years is because of the Shennong Bencao Jing. Regardless of whether it is a peaceful or troubled time, people will always get sick. So the Zhang family relies on those high-ranking officials and nobles.  It was able to continue. If it is really like what you said, the ancestors handed over to the country, how can there be the current Zhang family?"

    "Grandpa Zhang said so." Yang Ling took it seriously.  Not to mention far away, it was the catastrophe a hundred years ago. In just one Old Summer Palace, countless rare treasures passed down from generation to generation were taken away by shameless foreigners, and only a few of them have returned.

    In the end, Yang Ling rejected Zhang Jinmo's proposal, and he said, "Grandpa Zhang, since this Shennong's Herbal Classic is the Zhang family's book, I don't dare to have any unreasonable thoughts.  Keep it in my mind. But I can guarantee that apart from me, no one else will know about it, and it will not fall into the hands of those who are not part of it."

    Zhang Jinmo was very satisfied with Yang Ling's attitude. While carefully tidying up the bamboo slips, he said, "I'm relieved if you can say that. By the way, there are still some herbs in stock at home that were used in the Prime Minister's Mansion last time. Can you help refine them?"  How many pills came out? This person, the older he gets, the more he fears death, and I want to see more years of this peaceful and prosperous world."

    "No problem." Yang Ling agreed wholeheartedly, and then asked: "Grandpa Zhang, do you have any news that the medicinal materials needed for alchemy have survived? The collection is always used a little less, and there will always be a time when it runs out."  ?"

    Zhang Jinmo knew what Yang Ling meant, shook his head and said, "I really don't have this one. If there was, the Zhang family would have found it a long time ago. But we have an ancestral medicine garden, which contains many rare herbs in the world. I'll find them later.  Go and have a look, if you find it useful, pick some."

    "Then I would like to thank Grandpa Zhang first." Yang Ling was seldom grateful.

    Zhang Jinmo said with a smile: "You child, you say you are a family, so please speak politely. Let's go eat first. You can only enter the medicine garden after sunset in the afternoon. It's still early."

    The two of them left the room and came to the hall. Yang Ling saw that Sun Qi was chatting vigorously with a middle-aged man in his forties.

    Yang Ling saw that the man looked very similar to Zhang Jinmo, and thought that it should be his son.

    Sure enough, when Yang Ling entered the hall, Sun Qi and the man stood up together. The man came to Zhang Jinmo and called out, "Dad."

    Zhang Jinmo smiled and introduced Yang Ling and the two of them to each other. The man's name is Zhang Xuanhu. He is currently the vice president of Peking Union Medical College Hospital. He is second only to his father in the Chinese medicine field.

    Zhang Xuanhu held Yang Ling's hand enthusiastically and said: "Yang Ling, I've heard your name like thunder these days, you are too good. I came back today because I was entrusted by the leader of the hospital, and I want to invite you to the hospital  I'm going to give a speech here, do you see if you can spare some time?"

    He was afraid that Yang Ling would refuse, so he said, "Of course, it's okay if you don't have time. I'll talk about it later. Seriously, I've heard your name before. Aren't you the honorary vice president of Beijing Medical University now? If not  Now that I see you with my own eyes, I can't believe you are so young."

    Yang Ling smiled and said: "Uncle Zhang, I really don't have time now. I have been in the capital for many days, and there are a lot of things waiting for me in Liuye Village. But I promise you, next time I come to the capital, I will definitely go to your courtyard  Give a speech here, even though I don't know what to say." After speaking, Yang Ling scratched his head in embarrassment.

    "No problem, let's talk about it next time." Zhang Xuanhu agreed without hesitation, for fear that Yang Ling would go back on his word.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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