"Nothing, I just want to know how Vice President Su made 95% purity. I have done hundreds of experiments, but the highest purity can only be 90%."

"90% of the time you're still not satisfied."

Mr. Fang yelled angrily.

It's not that he's angry, it's that in the past, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, even old men like them, could only make pills with a purity of 85% at best.

Even 85% is a matter of chance. It can happen only once in 10 times.

Since his apprentice Su Ya pointed out that there was a problem with their method of refining pills, they were able to make pills with 90% purity.

"Don't interrupt, I'm asking Vice President Su now, not you."

Mr. Fang wanted to say something else, but Su Ya stopped him.

"I wonder what Xiang Lao is made of? What kind of pills are they made of?"

"What I am refining now is what you submitted to the association last time. It is similar to the key-protecting product."

Xiang Lao answered quickly, fearing that Su Ya would change her mind the next second.

"What equipment was used to refine it?"

"Of course I am using the medicine stove passed down by my family. To tell you the truth, this medicine stove has been passed down since the time of my family's Taizu. As for it, it has a history of five hundred years."

"Then Mr. Xiang, can you show me this medicine stove?"

"But, you can't watch it here. You have to go to my office to watch it."

"Please ask Mr. Xiang to lead the way."

Su Ya also wanted to see what kind of medicine refining furnace Xiang Lao used.

It stands to reason that it has a history of 500 years, so it is no ordinary medicine furnace.

If you want to refine an ordinary pill to a purity of 90%, it is not a big problem even if you don't use the refining method given by Su Ya.

After all, Su Ya used to directly use a rice cooker to make medicine.

Su Ya followed Xiang Lao to his office.

Then Xiang Lao waited for Su Ya to come in and closed the door.

This is his family heirloom and cannot be seen by outsiders.

Those people didn't have the key to Mr. Xiang's office, so they could only wait outside the door with blank eyes. Why didn't they think of this?

Xiang Lao opened the safe in his office and took out a medicine stove from inside. This medicine stove looked larger than Su Ya's.

Mr. Xiang carefully placed the medicine stove on the table.

"Xianglao, can I pick it up?"

"Okay, then be careful."

After Su Ya picked up the medicine stove and looked at it, she found a problem. The copper content of this medicine stove was obviously insufficient.

If there was enough copper, the color wouldn't look like this.

You must know that there are actually regulations for medicine furnaces. It is important to make what material it is made of and what it is made of. These are all requirements.

Xianglao's medicine stove looks like it is made of copper, but it is obviously much lighter than copper.

So Su Ya threw the medicine stove upwards.

He caught it with his hand again.

Looking at Xiang Lao, he felt a pain in his heart. This was a family heirloom, and it would be bad if he bumped into it.

Fortunately, Vice President Su caught it.

Xiang Lao took a long breath.

As I get older, I can't stand being frightened.

After Su Ya finished throwing the medicine stove, she put it on the table.

Then he kept looking at Xiang Lao.

She tried to find a way to tell him the truth in a way that Xiang Lao could accept, so that he wouldn't faint after knowing it.

Xiang Lao's scalp felt numb when Su Ya looked at him, and he always felt that nothing good was going on.

"Vice President Su, if you have something to say, just say it and don't keep looking at me."

In the end, Xiang Lao couldn't help but speak.

"Xiang Lao, I don't know if any of your children are here at the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."

"No, my children don't like Chinese medicine. They have never touched it. They don't know it exists."

Xiang Lao said somewhat unhappily, in fact, their profession has always been passed on to their children. Unfortunately, none of his children like Chinese medicine. He can only pass on his lifelong medicine to his apprentice. Fortunately, his apprentice is now himself.

half son.

Even though he is a bit stupid, his medical skills will not be ruined by future generations.

"What about your apprentice? Does he know that you have this ancestral medicine furnace?"

"I know, but he only came into contact with it a few times. I didn't tell him the origin of this medicine stove."

"Then Mr. Xiang, can you call your apprentice in?"

"Vice President Su, is there something wrong?"

"It's better to call your apprentice in and talk about it."

Xianglao had no choice but to open the door and shout Douyaer outside.

Soon a man who was slightly fat and looked honest came in.

He closed the door and asked: "Master, did you call me?"

"Dou Ya'er, I'm not calling you, it's Vice President Su who wants to see you."

"Vice President Su, I wonder what you want from me?"

"Dou Ya'er, I wonder if you have any other names?"

Su Ya felt that it was always inappropriate to call others by their nicknames.

"It's okay, just call me Dou Ya'er. I used to be very thin, as thin as Dou Ya'er, so everyone called me that. Later, after I followed the master, my life got better, and my weight also increased, but everyone

I’m used to it, and I’m used to hearing it, so I won’t change it.”

Douyaer explained.

"That's right, do you know that your master has a medicine furnace?"

"I know, I've had contact with him several times."

"In addition to you and your master, who else do you know from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association who has come into contact with this medicine stove?"

Dou Ya'er thought about it carefully and then said: "There should be no one left. The master is usually very precious. This medicine furnace is not used to refine ordinary pills. Even I have only touched it a few times."

"Xiang Lao, Dou Ya'er, I have something to tell you."

"you say."

Dou Ya'er wasn't too nervous, but Xiang Lao was a little nervous. It couldn't be that there was something wrong with his family heirloom.

"Xianglao, please adjust your mood first. Take a few deep breaths."

Su Ya knew as soon as she told Xiang Lao that there was something wrong with the medicine stove, but she didn't know what the problem was.

"Tell me, at my age, I have never seen any big storms."

Su Ya saw that Xiang Lao's mood had improved a lot.

Then he said: "Mr. Xiang, the medicine stove you have now is fake. If the medicine stove you had before is real, it was manipulated by someone."

"It's been transferred. It's impossible. This medicine stove never leaves my body. I usually put it in the safe when I come here. When I go home, I take it back and put it in the safe at home. It has never left my side."

sight. Moreover, the medicine stove in my house has a word "Xiang" engraved on the inside."

Su Ya put her hand into the medicine stove and indeed touched the writing inside.

Then she opened her backpack, took out something from the bag, pinched the handle, and put it into the medicine stove. She found the word and pressed it hard.

After a while, he took it out again and handed it to Mr. Xiang, "Is this what you meant by the word "Xiang"?"

Xiang Lao took it over and examined it carefully, and then said: "No, that's not the case. The bottom horizontal bar of the word "Xiang" in my house is not closed, but this word "Xiang" is obviously closed."
Chapter completed!