Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

Hearing this, He Simiao nodded and hummed softly: "There is a stream over there, let's go and rest by the stream for a while!"

Yang Xiaobao had no objection to this, so he came to the side of the stream with He Simiao and others to rest.

After resting for a while, He Simiao suddenly startled: "Brother Yang, what do you see?"

While speaking, He Simiao pointed towards the grass not far away.

"Ok?"

Yang Xiaobao was surprised, and then followed He Simiao's gaze.

Looking at it, I saw many spike-shaped plants growing under the wet grass not far away.

"Mr. He, as a medical expert in the provincial hospital, you don't even know Prunella vulgaris, do you?"

Looking at it, Yang Xiaobao asked back, and then looked at He Simiao meaningfully.

What made him feel strange was that this He Simiao was a medical expert at the provincial capital hospital, so it was impossible for him not to be able to recognize the traditional Chinese medicine Prunella vulgaris.

He Simiao smiled awkwardly when he heard Yang Xiaobao's questioning.

It's not that he doesn't know that Prunella vulgaris, it's just to test Yang Xiaobao.

Unexpectedly, Yang Xiaobao recognized Prunella vulgaris at a glance, and even questioned him, which somewhat caught He Simiao off guard.

Seeing that He Simiao didn't respond for a long time, Yang Xiaobao smiled calmly and said: "Old He, this Prunella vulgaris clears the liver and purifies the fire, clears the eyes and clears the fire, dispels stagnation and swelling, we came into the mountain, it is considered to be a good match." The first Chinese herbal medicine, why don't people pick it?"

Hearing this, He Simiao's mind was shocked, and the shock in his eyes flashed away.

Although Prunella vulgaris is just a very common blind Chinese herbal medicine, Yang Xiaobao can describe it as accurately as several treasures here. This undoubtedly shows that Yang Xiaobao is not as incompetent in medicine as Zhou Jianguo and his wife said.

"Okay! You guys, go pick the Prunella vulgaris under the wet grass!"

He Simiao nodded, and then ordered several people who came with him to pick the Prunella vulgaris.

Those few people didn't hesitate, and hurried forward to pick them.

Taking advantage of this gap, He Simiao chatted with Yang Xiaobao again: "Yang Xiaobao, I can't see that you are so familiar with Chinese herbal medicine."

"Ok?"

Hearing He Simiao's question suddenly, Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it, he responded with a smile: "Mr. He, when I was young, I used to come to this back mountain from time to time. There are many things here. I am familiar with Chinese herbal medicine!"

"Is that so?"

He Simiao was startled, and looked at Yang Xiaobao suspiciously.

"Otherwise, what do you think?"

Yang Xiaobao asked back.

He Simiao was taken aback, and opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

After that, the two of them didn't say anything more, and they waited quietly.

Not long after, the accompanying people had finished picking the Prunella vulgaris.

Then, Yang Xiaobao and his party continued to set off.

After walking for a certain distance, the group came to a small grass field.

Looking at it fixedly, I saw clusters of flowers and plants growing on the grass.

These flowers and plants are densely clustered, the flowers are gorgeous, and the color is lavender.

Seeing this, He Simiao looked at Yang Xiaobao who was beside him meaningfully, and said with a smile: "These flowers are so beautiful!"

"Oh?"

Hearing He Simiao's words suddenly, Yang Xiaobao was startled, and thinking of the look in He Simiao's eyes when he looked at him, Yang Xiaobao was even more surprised.

"Mr. He, these flowers and plants are called Scutellaria barbata. The whole herb is used as medicine. It has the functions of clearing heat and detoxifying, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, reducing swelling and pain, and anti-cancer."

"Ha ha!"

What surprised Yang Xiaobao was that He Simiao suddenly burst out laughing after hearing what he said.

"You...what are you laughing at?"

Yang Xiaobao asked in surprise, with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's nothing."

He Simiao responded, and looked at the people who came with him: "What are you still doing? Why don't you hurry up and pick those banzhilians?"

After what He Simiao said, those people didn't hesitate, and went to pick those banzhilians in a hurry.

Next, Yang Xiaobao continued to lead He Simiao and others forward.

What puzzled Yang Xiaobao was that whenever He Simiao encountered Chinese herbal medicine, He Simiao would intentionally or unintentionally lure him to explain it.

"What does the old man mean?"

"He...he seems to be testing me!"

For a moment, such a thought suddenly flashed in Yang Xiaobao's mind.

As soon as he thought of this, he was very sure in his heart that He Simiao was testing him here.

If not, how could He Simiao, a medical expert who was born in a large hospital in the provincial capital, not even recognize those Chinese herbal medicines?

The only thing Yang Xiaobao couldn't figure out was why He Simiao was testing him like this?

After thinking back and forth, he couldn't come up with a reason, but instead messed up his thoughts.

"Brother Yang, what are you thinking?"

Just when Yang Xiaobao was lost in thought, He Simiao suddenly looked at him.

Hearing this, Yang Xiaobao regained his composure, smiled slightly and said, "No...it's nothing! By the way, Mr. He, it's getting late, let them take you down the mountain and back to the village quickly! It will take a few days before we go back. It's an hour's journey!"

"Ok?"

He Simiao was surprised when he heard Yang Xiaobao's words suddenly, and asked in puzzlement: "What? Brother Yang, won't you go back with us?"

Yang Xiaobao smiled lightly, and explained: "My sister has rheumatism on her body, I have to pick some chicken vine grass, and use it as medicine after returning home to treat her rheumatism."

After Yang Xiaobao's explanation, He Simiao relaxed his frowning brows, and said with a smile: "How about...we will stay with you."

Yang Xiaobao shook his head, and replied: "No need, I know where there are chicken vines and weeds, but the journey is still a bit far away! Mr. He, you'd better go down the mountain quickly, the sun is about to set!"

When he said this, Yang Xiaobao took advantage of the opportunity to look at the melting gold sunset.

He Simiao was taken aback for a moment, and his whole body seemed to be thinking about everything.

While thinking about it, he nodded and hummed softly: "In this case, then we will go down the mountain first, brother Yang, be careful yourself."

"Don't worry, Mr. He, I'm not very familiar with this back mountain, so there won't be any problems!"

After saying this, Yang Xiaobao didn't wait for He Simiao's response, so he got up and left on his own.

Looking at Yang Xiaobao's Quyuan figure, He Simiao nodded with satisfaction, his eyes full of admiration.

Along the way, he has tested Yang Xiaobao, and Yang Xiaobao's knowledge of medicinal materials is not much inferior to some old Chinese medicine practitioners.

He even couldn't name some relatively unorthodox Chinese herbal medicines here, but Yang Xiaobao's was very familiar with them, and he was very familiar with them, and the efficacy and so on were clearly explained.

"Such a talent, placed in the depths of this mountain, is simply buried!"

While staring, He Simiao suddenly sighed.