Cao Qingcheng asked in surprise: "You can also make elixirs?"
"Have you forgotten what I do? I am a medical saint, and refining alchemy is a piece of cake for me." Ye Qiu's voice changed: "However, I still lack something, can you help me."
"What?" Cao Qingcheng asked.
"Cauldron." Ye Qiu looked at Cao Qingcheng with a smirk on his face: "I think you can be my furnace cauldron."
Cao Qingcheng understood instantly, and was so frightened that she clamped her legs together and said anxiously: "Don't do this nonsense. I, can't I beg for mercy?"
Ye Qiu said with a smile: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, are you scared so quickly? Who drugged me in Miao territory?"
"I, I was also at that time..."
"Okay, give me a smile."
Cao Qingcheng showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
She is really afraid of Ye Qiu now.
Once Ye Qiu's interest comes, it is not just for a while, but...
It’s noon on hoeing day!
Ye Qiu said: "I'm not kidding you anymore. Find me a quiet room quickly. I want to make elixirs and treat patients."
Cao Qingcheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Follow me."
After saying that, Cao Qingcheng took Ye Qiu to the backyard.
"This courtyard was originally where my eldest brother lived, and few people usually come here."
"You can make alchemy here!"
"If you need anything, just ask Qilin and the others."
After Cao Qingcheng finished speaking, she turned around and left.
"What are you going to do?" Ye Qiu asked.
Cao Qingcheng said: "I have to take a rest, my legs can hardly stand."
"Since you can't stand firmly, it's better to lie down." Ye Qiu said with a smile.
Cao Qingcheng turned around, glared at Ye Qiu, and then left as if running away.
As soon as she left, Ye Qiu walked into the room, opened the Qiankun bag, and took out more than a dozen century-old medicinal herbs.
Any of these medicinal herbs can be sold for a sky-high price.
However, in order to save Zhu Xiongying, Ye Qiu did not consider the cost, because every heroic act of a hero cannot be measured by money.
What's more, Ye Qiu is not short of money.
What troubles Ye Qiu now is the method of refining alchemy.
Although there are hundreds of methods of alchemy left in the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Ye family, the requirements for those alchemy methods are extremely demanding. For example, it requires a thousand-year-old elixir, and the alchemist needs to master the fire control technique. These are the most basic requirements.
In other words, in addition to medicinal materials, the alchemist must be an immortal cultivator.
Ye Qiu's cultivation is not enough, so he only has an alchemy method but cannot use it, which is really depressing.
"Since I can't make elixirs, I can only make potion mud."
Without any choice.
Ye Qiu had no choice but to use the most primitive method.
He crushed all the more than a dozen medicinal materials into powder, put them in a small iron pot, stirred them evenly with water, and finally set up a stove under the iron pot and simmered them over low heat.
While cooking, stir at the same time.
This process is lengthy.
In the middle of the process, Ye Qiu kept adding medicinal materials to it.
Ye Qiu stayed up from the afternoon until seven o'clock the next morning, and finally succeeded in cooking.
At this time, inside the iron pot, there was a whole pot of dark medicinal mud, filled with a strong aroma of medicinal herbs.
“The first time I made the potion, it went well, but it took too long.”
"Whenever I become an immortal cultivator, and have the skills like my master, I can directly refine elixirs."
"By then, it will be much easier to treat patients."
Afterwards, Ye Qiu carried the iron pot and hurried to No. 303 Hospital.
Enter the intensive care unit.
Li Chunfeng is having breakfast.
Zhu Chengyu and Feng Yulian were wiping Zhu Xiongying's face with hot towels.
"Medical Sage Ye, why are you here so early?" Zhu Chengyu saw an iron pot in Ye Qiu's hand and wondered, "What's inside?"
"I made the medicinal paste." Ye Qiu said.
Li Chunfeng was a little curious, so he leaned in front of the iron pot and took a few deep sniffs, with a look of surprise on his face.
"There are Panax notoginseng, Chonglou, musk, ginseng... Hey, they are all century-old medicinal materials."
Li Chunfeng said in surprise: "Xiaoye, where did you get all these century-old medicinal materials? Didn't you spend a lot of money?"
"These are all the medicinal materials I collected before." After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he walked to the bed and removed the gauze on Zhu Xiongying's leg.
Immediately afterwards, he took out a few more golden needles, sterilized them, and inserted them into Zhu Xiongying's right leg.
After doing this, Ye Qiu began to use the Tian Mending Hand to connect all Zhu Xiongying's broken bones.
While Ye Qiu was doing this, Zhu Chengyu and his wife quietly pulled Li Chunfeng aside.
"Old Li, how much does that pot of medicinal mud cooked by Medical Sage Ye cost?" Zhu Chengyu asked in a low voice.
"Why, you still want to give the money for the medicinal materials to Xiaoye? I advise you to give up this idea!"
Li Chunfeng said: "That pot of medicinal mud uses at least a dozen kinds of very precious medicinal materials that have been used for centuries."
"If measured in terms of money, it would be an astronomical figure."
Zhu Chengyu asked: "How much?"
Li Chunfeng replied: "No less than ten million."
hiss!
Zhu Chengyu and his wife took a breath of air.
Li Chunfeng said: "This is just the cost of medicinal materials, not counting Xiaoye's consultation fee. Xiaoye is a medical saint, and the consultation fee for such a special treatment from him is at least not less than one million."
Zhu Chengyu and Feng Yulian were so shocked that they were speechless.
"Lao Zhu, I know your family's situation. You two live a simple life, and you have donated your wages to poor students in mountainous areas over the years. Even if it is one million, let alone tens of millions, you can't come up with it."
"So, you better not think about giving money for medicinal materials to Xiaoye."
"Even if you can afford it, Xiaoye won't accept it."
"I know Xiaoye. He can become a medical saint. In addition to his superb medical skills, he also has noble moral character."
Zhu Chengyu said: "Medical Saint Ye has done so much for the Eagle, and we don't know how to thank him."
Li Chunfeng smiled and said: "Since Xiaoye is willing to treat Xiongying, it means that he does not need any thanks from you."
"But……"
"Hey, Xiaoye has been treated."
Li Chunfeng quickly came behind Ye Qiu, holding the medicinal mud with both hands, and quickly applied it on Zhu Xiongying's leg.
Ten minutes later.
Ye Qiu smeared a whole pot of medicinal mud on Zhu Xiongying's right leg, and then wrapped Zhu Xiongying's right leg with brand-new medical gauze.
Then, Ye Qiu began to remove the shrapnel from Zhu Xiongying's lungs.
He put his palm against Zhu Xiongying's chest, and circulated the innate Qi in his palm to forcefully suck out the shrapnel from Zhu Xiongying's body.
Li Chunfeng was shocked when he saw this scene.
He didn't expect that Ye Qiu would easily solve the problem that they thought was very difficult.
"Xiao Ye is really a miracle doctor!"
Li Chunfeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Ye Qiu was very careful, and it took him half an hour to remove all the shrapnel from Zhu Xiongying's lungs, and then gave Zhu Xiongying a few more injections.
