"I need a large number of high-quality medicinal herbs that can strengthen the neck bone. In addition, I want to buy some good old medicines.”
Ye Hao nodded, looked at Elder Hong, and told him what he needed.
From his appearance, Elder Hong should be in his seventies or eighties, but his body was still very strong.
"I have the best prescription and herbs to strengthen the neck bone, but the effect is very strong. It is not recommended for those who have not trained for a long time.”
Elder Hong looked at Ye Hao again and then said.
Obviously, he didn't think that Ye Hao, who was so delicate and pretty, would be a martial artist who practiced in the morning and at night.
Ye Hao smiled and did not respond directly. Instead, he walked to the wooden stake in the corner of the pharmacy and said,""Do you mind if I practice here?”
Elder Hong was stunned when he heard that. He understood that Ye Hao wanted to use his own strength to speak.
However, he really didn't think that Ye Hao would be a bitter martial artist. At least, Ye Hao's figure didn't look like it.
Compared with normal people, Ye Hao's figure was moderate, neither fat nor thin, but compared with a martial artist who practiced all year round, he looked a little thin.
Moreover, his wooden stake was made of old wood, and its hardness was not inferior to a solid wall. When his fist hit it, it was like hitting a wall. Ordinary people could not withstand the pain.
Hearing this, Ye Hao didn't say anything more and directly punched the wooden pillar.
"Boom!"
With a punch, the wooden stake made of solid wood directly hit the wall, making a loud bang.
Elder Hong was stunned.
He was the only one who had hit this wooden stake to train his neck bones, so he was extremely clear about the situation of this wooden stake.
The wooden stake wasn't big. It was about the same height as a person. It was about 1.7 meters tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds. It was possible to shake the wooden stake, but Elder Hong couldn't send it flying with a punch.
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the other people in the shop, causing a wave of discussion.
"Master, this wooden stake…has been punched!”
"What is it? Fist mark?" Elder Hong was also shocked and quickly walked over to check.
There was indeed a fist mark on the wooden stake. Although it was very shallow, it was real.
What kind of concept was this? It was equivalent to punching a hard wall and leaving a mark.
If this were to hit a person, his bones would definitely be broken. It was just a matter of how many bones were broken!
Ye Hao's punch was now almost as powerful as a professionally trained medium-weight boxer. When ordinary people encountered a medium-weight boxer, they would naturally be crushed!
"Please forgive this old man's poor eyesight, but I didn't recognize that Mister is actually a martial arts master!”Elder Hong cupped his hands at Ye Hao and said apologetically.
Ye Hao, who was a master but not a master, didn't know. Apparently, it was a name used by some martial artists, but he had proved his strength.
Such responsible doctors were rare even in today's society, let alone in the apocalypse. Some unscrupulous doctors would not care about the specific conditions of their patients and would recommend whichever medicinal herbs could make money.
"Master, you've said it. The wooden stake is originally used to be hammered, and it's not just for show. There's no need to talk about compensation. This old man will prepare the corresponding medicinal herbs for Master!”
Elder Hong saw that Ye Hao did not pursue the inappropriate words he said before. This temperament of not bothering about trifles made him have a good impression of Ye Hao.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Hong. May I ask if there is a corresponding grading for this medicinal effect?”Ye Hao asked.
From Elder Hong's words, one could deduce that some medicinal ingredients were suitable for people who trained all year round, while some medicinal ingredients were not suitable. In fact, it might even cause adverse effects if used inappropriately.
Mr. Hong told the shop assistant to fetch the herbs, then turned to Ye Hao and replied.
"Master, you might not know this. As the saying goes, the right medicine suits the illness. It doesn't just refer to the illness, but also the strength of the person's physique and the body's absorption ability. No medicinal herb can match everyone.
The same is true for the medicinal herbs for body tempering. The medicinal herbs that my disciple gave you yesterday are only for people who usually like to exercise and keep fit. It is effective, but the medicinal effects are not very good. I think Master has experienced this.
The medicinal herbs I'm giving you are specifically for martial artists. Considering your strength, I've increased the medicinal effects. I think you'll have a good effect after using it.”
But it was very simple. How long had Western medicine been passed down? How many years had Chinese medicine been passed down?
It was said that Western medicine was not as good as Chinese medicine, but this society was different. They wanted a fast pace and ignored the fact that Chinese medicine could strengthen one's body.
In addition, Western medicine was good at propaganda, while Chinese medicine was more inclined to save people.
In fact, many cancer patients were not treated well by Western medicine, but there were many successful cases of Chinese medicine treatment. It was just that the publicity was not enough. Moreover, the treatment of cancer was not 100% successful, but there were indeed successful cases.
Not long after, the shop assistant brought the wrapped prescription over and handed it to Ye Hao.
Ye Hao shook his head and said," Give me a truck full of this medicine!"”
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