C33 With Such a Long Mouth No Wonder You Can't Catch the Goddess

A meal had brought their relationship closer. Before Zhao Sanlang left, he insisted that Tang Yue write a recipe for him, especially the Zhuge grilled fish. He wanted to go back and let Chef cook it every day.

Tang Yue did not know how to write and was too embarrassed to invite guests over, so he begged Tang Ya to write for him. He promised to make delicious osmanthus cake for her tomorrow, so she reluctantly agreed.

But after Tang Yue reported more than ten dishes, Tang Ya's eyes lit up and asked, "Brother, do you know how to make all these?" Crispy Duck and Lychee meat looked very delicious.

Tang Yue put on a cool pose and said, "Of course. These are just common dishes. It's very simple."

Zhao Sanlang took a rough look at the menu and said with a smirk, "Yo, young master from the Tang Family. Your handwriting is so delicate, just like a woman's!"

Tang Yue's face was stiff as he laughed. No matter how he heard it, he felt guilty. "Well, it's getting dark. You should go back quickly."

Take the things and get lost!

Zhao Sanlang went back happily. The next day, he even announced his shocking discovery. For a moment, many people knew that there was an extra young master in Yueyang Marquis's Mansion. Moreover, young master could cook a good dish and write a delicate handwriting.

If these two things were placed on women, it would definitely be a good thing, but it just happened to appear. When it came to a man, he would be a bit of a woman.

Some people had to doubt it. Did Yueyang Marquis want his son to go crazy, so he raised his daughter as his son?

Of course, those who had seen Tang Yue would not doubt his gender. Even if he changed into a female outfit, it would not mislead anyone.

Tang Yue stayed at home and studied the medical cases. He did not hear these rumors. Otherwise, he would have asked Zhao Sanlang to spit out the dinner he had eaten.

A man with such a long mouth, no wonder he could not catch the goddess.

He thought hard all night and could not think of any materials or materials to replace stainless steel and titanium alloy. So he decided to use plaster to fix the wound. Although TCM's exoskeleton technique was profound, it was hard to achieve 100% reduction.

He repeated the surgery process in his mind and recorded all the tools and materials he needed. Some of these things could be prepared by Prince Zhao's Mansion, but some required him to find someone to do it himself.

He slept soundly before dawn. As soon as the sun rose, he could not wait to call the housekeeper over. He made a list and sent it to Prince Zhao's Mansion. He asked Prince Zhao's Mansion to prepare the things on the list.

The housekeeper probably got Yueyang Marquis's instructions and ordered someone to take care of this matter. As for the herbs that Tang Yue wanted and the plaster that he was looking for, he did it himself.

Tang Yue stayed in the kitchen on the third day and fried the herbs over and over again. Although he remembered the formula of the anesthetic, he still needed to verify the effect of the drug.

In addition to the anesthetic, he also brewed a large pot of ointment to stimulate blood circulation and remove blood stasis. He directly gave the injured driver a portion. After observing the situation for a long time, he found that there were no skin allergic side effects or other side effects. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

To be honest, this was his first time making medicine. There were always some errors in his theory and actual operation. It was already very rare for him to succeed in one go.

Before dinner, the butler brought all the tools he had made. They were wrapped in cloth and were quite heavy.

Tang Yue checked them one by one. He took two scissors and a scalpel back to work. He put the rest into the cloth bag he asked the maid to sew.

If he found a decent small wooden box, he could carry the signboard, ring the bell, carry the medicine box and go out as a doctor.

Of course, it was impossible. If he really dared to do it, Yueyang Marquis would most likely shove him back to the border and reforge him.

During dinner, the whole family looked at him with complicated looks, making Tang Yue almost unable to eat.

The youngest Tang Yun ran over with a plate of sugar and said in a childish voice, "Brother, this sugar is for you to eat. The matron said that eating this will give you strength!"

Tang Yue did not know whether to laugh or cry. He pinched her chubby cheeks and asked, "Brother is very strong. There is no need to replenish it."

Tang Yun tilted her head and looked at him. "But they all said that Brother is going to do something big tomorrow. If he does not do well, his life will be in danger. Ah Yun wants to continue eating the dishes cooked by Brother. She does not want Brother to be in danger."

Tang Yue looked at her clear eyes and felt touched. He rubbed her soft hair and said gently, "Ah Yun, don't worry. Brother will be fine. Come back and make a cake for Ah Yun, okay?"

Tang Yun put away the plate and put it in her arms. She asked curiously, "What is a cake? Will it be better than sugar?"

"Of course. You will know after you eat it."

"Ahem..." Yueyang Marquis coughed. He planned to talk to the brother and sister in a non-nutritious way.

Tang Yue looked at him and joked, "Father, you can eat more pears if your throat feels uncomfortable. Why don't I make you some pear soup to moisturize your throat?"

"Don't be so cheeky!" Yueyang Marquis said with a stern face. "Are you sure about tomorrow? "If you didn't tell me earlier, I would have used my old face to talk to Wang Zizhao."

"Why do you have no confidence in me?" Tang Yue saw that everyone was looking at him with worry. Even Marquis's Wife was like this. He didn't know if she was worried that he could cure Wang Zizhao, or she was worried that he wouldn't be able to cure Wang Zizhao.

Tang Ya frowned and scolded, "Brother, you are too arrogant."

It was rare that the old mistress did not help her precious grandson. Instead, she said, "doctor, you should prioritize morality. Medical skills are second to none. The younger you are, you must not be arrogant."

She spoke carefully, and Tang Yue could also understand her intentions. He stood up and said, "Ah Mu is right. I have been taught a lesson, but I am really confident in Wang Zizhao's injuries."

The old mistress nodded. "That's good. Treating illnesses and saving people is also accumulating kindness and virtue. You don't have to worry about the consequences. Could it be that every doctor is not confident in curing illnesses and saving people?"

Only then did everyone put aside their worries and quickly replied. "You're right."