The two wounded soldiers followed Ling Luo's instructions and dripped the healing liquid on the wound. Surprisingly, the skin wound healed in an instant, without even a scar.
As for the knife wound that was so deep that the bone was visible, the surface of the wound healed, but the inside of the wound still did not grow well, but the symptoms of inflammation were obviously eliminated, and recovery was only a matter of time.
Ling Zhan was very satisfied and nodded: "Luo'er, the thing you refined is much more effective than the wound medicine our Ling family purchased from Yu Mingshen."
"Did all the medicine for the Ling family's army be purchased from Prime Minister Yu Zuo?" Ling Luo was quite surprised, "Isn't the only alchemist in the entire Xijiu Kingdom in Zhiren Pavilion?"
Ling Zhan narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Yu Mingshen controls more than 90% of the domestic medicinal materials market, and because Xijiu has a shortage of alchemists, most of the high-grade medicines are imported from neighboring countries.
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Ling Luo was secretly shocked and said, "Then the Yu family is a commercial monopoly."
"Yes, that's why that old guy Yu Mingshen raised the price in disguise. Even low-cost items like healing medicines raised the price from one tael of silver to ten taels." Ling Zhan had a faint look on his face.
Angry, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, handed it to Ling Luo, and said, "This is the healing medicine sold in the Yu family's pharmacy."
Ling Luo took it and studied it carefully, and found that it was filled with dark, viscous liquid and made of extremely cheap materials.
She frowned slightly and said, "Even a first-level alchemist can make countless bottles of this kind of thing every day."
The anger on Ling Zhan's face became even stronger, and he snorted coldly: "Sure enough, that old guy Yu Mingshen really tricked me!"
It should be noted that on the battlefield, a bottle of healing medicine may be able to save the lives of a dozen soldiers. Accumulated, the quality of the healing medicine will greatly affect the combat value of the entire army.
"This elixir is really magical." The two wounded soldiers looked happy.
Ling Luo turned her head, holding the bottle of healing medicine produced by Yu Family Pharmacy in her hand, and asked, "Have you ever used this?"
"I have used it." The wounded soldier with a bone-deep wound on his arm nodded, "That medicine is not good. It only has a slight hemostatic and anti-inflammatory effect, and it cannot heal deep knife wounds at all."
Ling Luo nodded, then summoned another three hundred bottles of healing liquid from the black jade ring, displayed them on the table, and said: "This is what Luo'er refined last night, a total of three hundred bottles. Some are missing.
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Ling Zhan's army was 800,000, and there were only 80,000 or 9,000 wounded soldiers. Three hundred bottles would not be enough.
"Three hundred bottles in one night, that's a lot!" Ling Zhan's expression was quite excited, his eyes burning hot, falling on those seemingly ordinary celadon bottles.
Ling Luo smiled calmly and said: "It's still a little short, and it can't meet the needs of grandpa's 800,000-strong army. So Luo'er wants to ask grandpa for half a month's leave."
"Take half a month's leave?"
Ling Luo explained: "Luo'er wants to go out for a while, find a piece of heavenly material and earthly treasure that suits her, and make a convenient medicine cauldron, so that she can refine this healing medicine in large quantities."
Ling Zhan thought for a moment and said loudly: "Okay, you go. Do you want Zichang to follow you so that you can take care of me?"
Ling Luo shook his head and said with a smile: "No need, if Yu is with me, he will protect me."