For someone like him who doesn't understand pharmacology, it's okay to let him know about a medicine, but I beg your pardon, he really can't understand this prescription.
"Of course, if the medicine on this prescription is prepared, it can cure many diseases. Even some severe diseases cannot be cured directly, but they can also delay them."
Shen Zhuxin raised her chin high and boasted.
In fact, what she said was not bragging, it was a fact. An Jiuyue's prescription was not just for treating diseases, but could also cure many kinds of chronic poisons.
"Really?"
Several people didn't believe it and asked again.
"real!"
Shen Zhu nodded solemnly, looked at them angrily, and asked in a deep voice.
"This is the prescription sent by the young master. If you don't believe that I can do it, don't you even believe in the young master?"
Hearing this, several people immediately shook their heads. How dare they question the young master's ability?
"Then let's prepare some more medicinal materials. When the incident in the Eleventh Village is over, how about you stay and refine some more elixirs based on this recipe?"
Qiye suggested.
Since the medicine on this prescription is so good, wouldn't it be a pity not to refine more elixirs?
"Of course you can, that's what I thought just now." Shen Zhuxin nodded decisively.
Refining more elixirs will make them easier to use. When you need to use them in the future, you can take one right away without having to prepare medicinal materials.
"It's just a pity that I have studied medicine for so many years, but I am still not as good as one ten thousandth of the young master."
She sighed lightly. If it were her, would she be able to give such a perfect prescription? The answer is definitely impossible.
Therefore, the young master is still the young master and cannot be compared to them.
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Yangzhen, in a pretty good house.
This was originally the home of a wealthy businessman in Yang Town. Because King Thunder took a fancy to it, he had to move out with his family. With tears in his eyes, he held the house that his family had lived in for several generations and gave it to King Thunder with both hands in his hands.
And King Thunder, who got the house, settled in with peace of mind.
Such a house may be a considerable fortune for a wealthy businessman, but for the aloof Thunder King, it is just a thorn in the old man's body, and it is simply insignificant.
If it were not for the convenience of waiting here for the Eleventh Village to come to ask for help, he would not have lived in such a small house, which was simply an insult to his status as a prince.
"Is there any news from the Eleventh Village?"
The sun was shining brightly, and King Thunder was sitting on a rocking chair in the courtyard, eating grapes while closing his eyes and asking his subordinates.
"Back to my lord, due to the epidemic, the Eleventh Village has been more closely guarded in recent days. I have sent people to contact us several times, but they all returned without success."
The subordinate lowered his head and answered the Thunder King's question.
A few beads of cold sweat were streaming down his forehead, as he was afraid that if he said these words, he would be scolded by his master.
But now he really knows nothing about what happened in the Eleventh Village, nor does he know what happened to the people who were inserted into it? Not even a bit of news has been spread!
"Um?"
Sure enough, after hearing what his subordinate said, the Thunder King immediately opened his eyes and glanced at him with sharp eyes.
When the subordinate saw this, his legs unconsciously softened and he knelt down with a 'pop' sound.
"This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me."
"never mind."
Although King Thunder was angry, he thought that it was the Eighteen Villages on the border, and he no longer thought about punishing his subordinates.