His hand holding the food paused, his feet followed suit, and he looked at the people at the table.
"Are you ready to start refining medicine?"
"Get ready first, and then start refining the medicine tomorrow." An Jiuyue said with a smile.
Then she walked out from the inside of the table, went to his side and wanted to reach out to take the tray in his hand, but he dodged it.
"You go sit down and I'll serve it."
An Jiuyue was very obedient and went to sit down at another table, waiting for Qian Jiyun to put the food in front of her.
…
Time passed very quickly, especially when An Jiuyue was refining the antidote, five days felt like they passed in the blink of an eye.
Without the trouble of Gu Qingyu, the Qingyun Sect's group was very peaceful and never came out again. Usually when it was time for dinner, one of the senior brothers would go to the kitchen to get the food.
Of course, they had food to bring because they went outside to pick wild vegetables and other things in the forest and brought them to the kitchen.
Otherwise, how would those paper figures in the kitchen prepare food for them?
On An Jiuyue's side, after five days of unremitting efforts, the antidote was finally released, and there were not just one, but ten in one batch.
Holding the antidote, she fed the antidote into the mouth of Xiang Qiyan, who was unconscious.
Within a moment, Xiang Qiyan reacted, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth. Fortunately, An Jiuyue had made preparations for Sutang early in the morning, and helped Xiang Qiyan to sit half-sitting.
Otherwise, I would have vomited all over my face and neck.
One of the guards glanced at the basin he was holding. The blood inside was as black as ink.
"Change a basin."
An Jiuyue sat aside and gave orders to the guards.
As soon as she finished speaking, there was another guard carrying another basin, replacing the guard just now.
Just like this, after a while, everyone watched as the blood Xiang Qiyan spit out turned red little by little. Zhan Beiye stood aside and let out a sigh of relief when he saw this.
"Jiuyue..."
He turned to look at An Jiuyue, wanting to ask if it was almost done.
Although An Jiuyue did not look at him, she seemed to hear his inner voice and directly handed a porcelain bottle in her hand to Qian Jiyun.
"Jiyun, hemostasis pill, give Brother Qi Yan two pills."
"good."
Qian Jiyun responded, poured out two hemostatic pills and put them into Xiang Qiyan's mouth.
"Is two pills enough? How about a few more pills?" Zhan Beiye's voice sounded in the room.
He looked at Xiang Qiyan's posture of vomiting blood. Not to mention two pills, even five pills were not enough, right? In the past when Hua Yan was at his peak, whenever he was injured, he would have to take two hemostatic pills.
.
When An Jiuyue heard what she said, her head was covered with black lines, and she almost gave Zhan Beiye a slap in the face. Aren't two of her hemostatic pills enough?
"Taking too much hemostatic pills will coagulate the blood in your body." She explained in a deep voice.
"Well."
Zhan Beiye was choked instantly.
He had forgotten that this was the hemostatic pill refined by An Jiuyue, and it was naturally different from other people's pills.
"After the bleeding stops, can the injury be treated?" he asked again.
"Um."
An Jiuyue nodded.
It can indeed heal injuries, but her hemostatic pill also has a healing effect.
"We will sail tomorrow, you can let everyone prepare."
