Wu Lei was picked up by an ambulance, and he struggled to climb several times, but he couldn't get up from the ground.

In the president's office, Feng Yuzhi giggled happily, and she asked, "Xiaoyan, he shouldn't come to harass me again, right?"

"Not anymore. Xuan Yan said lightly.

"With such confidence, will he trouble you?" Feng Yuzhi asked again.

"As long as he dare, but I think-" Xuan Yan smiled faintly and said, "He is going to take care of himself, he is not even a man now." ”

"Huh?" Feng Yuzhi sighed puzzled, even if Wu Lei was frightened, he shouldn't be a man.

"A scumbag like him, I don't know how many little girls he will harm, but in the future, he won't have the ability to harm even if he wants to. Xuan Yan said with a light smile, he naturally would not let Wu Lei go easily, this kind of person, just scare and scare, the punishment is too light.

"Y-you're going to abolish him?" Feng Yuzhi asked with wide eyes and a cute look.

Xuan Yan nodded indifferently.

"Giggles, it's too bad for you, a scumbag like him can't let him be a man!" Feng Yuzhi laughed evilly, she seemed to think of something, and asked again: "Then what if it is cured?"

"Rest assured, there are only a handful of people who can cure him in the whole of China. Xuan Yan said confidently.

Unless it is a descendant of the Yellow Emperor Mingtang faction like him, and his medical cultivation has also reached the level of a virtuous doctor, it will be difficult for Wu Lei to regain his strength.

"Haha, I really want to see what kind of expression he has when he finds that he can't get up. Feng Yuzhi laughed heartily, Wu Lei's trouble was finally solved.

With Xuan Yan making a move, it is different, what she has nothing to do with herself, when she comes to Xuan Yan, it becomes extremely simple.

"Xiaoyan, my sister really wants to thank you. Feng Yuzhi thought about it, approached Xuanyan with a smile, she licked her lips with a slightly red face, and said, "Now there are only two of us left, do you want to continue to prove it?"

"Uh-" Seeing Feng Yuzhi's appearance of eating the marrow and knowing the taste and being hungry, Xuanyan fled in despair.

"Giggles—" Feng Yuzhi laughed happily behind him, she snorted coquettishly and muttered:

"Hmph, coward, dare to do anything murderous, but don't dare to let my sister kiss again-"

Back at Yushan No. 1, Xuan Yan began to prepare the heirloom prescription.

All the thirty-two kinds of herbs needed for the heirloom prescription, Xuan Yan has been classified according to the proportion, and the boiling of the heirloom prescription is more complicated, and it is not like other Chinese medicine prescriptions, which can be boiled with water in one go.

Heirloom recipes don't require water at all!

Because there are several herbs of the five elements of water, which can perfectly replace the action of water.

After lighting the fire and controlling the temperature of the fire, Xuan Yan put each medicinal herb into the newly purchased ceramic jar in turn according to the order she figured out in the painting of the god of medicine.

The first time it was boiled, it took more than two hours, but in the end, all I got was a paste that smelled of mush.

Xuan Yan didn't need to look to know that this time the boiling failed.

Fortunately, there were enough medicinal materials at hand, so Xuan Yan cleaned up the ceramic jar without discouragement, and then took out the second medicinal material and continued to boil.

This time, Xuan Yan boiled more finely and more slowly, because he found that every time he added a medicinal herb, he needed to change the temperature in the ceramic jar, which can be found in the paintings of the god of medicine.

But because during the Ming Dynasty, there was no clear unit for quantifying temperature, so Xuanyan could only rely on her own feelings to explore.

Not surprisingly, the second boil also failed, but it was noticeably better, because what he had boiled was no longer a mixed pulp, but four or five lumps.

Looking at the wasted herbs in the ceramic jar, Xuan Yan felt a little distressed, it doesn't matter if the other herbs are too expensive, they can finally be bought.

Only the natural treasure of the rising tail grass can not be found, and it will be less if you use a little.

Fortunately, the demand for the heirloom prescription is not large, and only one grass whisker about five centimeters long is needed each time, and the tail grass looks very much like the dog tail grass seen every day, and there are countless grass whiskers on it, and Xuanyan is allowed to waste some of it.

The third attempt was still a failure, and this time, the paste in the ceramic jar took on the appearance of 12 parts.

Xuan Yan lowered her head and groaned, wanting to start the fourth boiling, but Liu Quan came to the door at this time.

Xuanyan was so involved in boiling that she forgot that today was the day to treat Song Lao, Liu Quan couldn't wait, so he could only come to Yushan No. 1 in person when it was getting dark.

Stepping on the moonlight, Xuan Yan followed Liu Quan to Song Lao's sanatorium.

Song Lao looked at Xuan Yan in his eyes, and his dissatisfaction was even worse, but he still didn't say anything, only after Xuan Yan finished treating him, he got up and went to rest.

Xuan Yan could clearly feel that Song Lao had a great opinion of him, and he didn't feel the need to explain anything to Song Lao.

He shook his head indifferently and asked Liu Quan to send him back to Yushan No. 1 directly.

The process of boiling heirloom prescriptions is a learning process, and it is also a process that fascinates Xuan Yan, so Xuan Yan made a phone call with Han Bing, took a day off, and continued to go back to Yushan No. 1 to make heirloom prescriptions.

According to Xuan Yan's estimate, if a person who is proficient in pharmacology comes to brew a heirloom prescription, it is estimated that he will be able to find out the experience in three times and successfully brew the heirloom prescription.

But Xuanyan doesn't understand pharmacology, there is a Master Zhu by his side, but Xuanyan doesn't trust him.

The fewer people know about such a thing, the better it will be, so as not to keep trouble.

After all, the heirloom prescription is also related to the true inheritance of the medicine god!

Xuan Yan thought about it while boiling it, and until the back, even he couldn't remember how many times he had failed.

The lollipop came into the house to see Xuan Yan a few times, and saw that his master had fallen into the kind of madness that was like the cultivation of the law, and the lollipop threw him a big white eye, so he ran to Xuan Yan's bedroom alone to rest.

Lollipop seems to have always despised Xuan Yan, but he likes to sleep next to Xuan Yan, there are so many rooms in Yushan No. 1, and lollipops can't look down on them.

The sky gradually turned white, and Xuan Yan's boiling was coming to an end, and he threw the last straw whiskers that needed to be put into the ceramic jar, and waited patiently.

Ten minutes later, a strong medicinal fragrance came, and Xuan Yan looked down and saw twelve mellow pills lying quietly at the bottom of the ceramic jar.

"It's done!" Xuan Yan's delicate face was full of excitement at this moment!

(End of chapter)