Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

With the prescription in hand, the next step is to manufacture the medicine.

Li Cu remembered that Xiao Canglang had mentioned having finished medicine, so he made a phone call and asked how many there were, promising to buy them all.

Xiao Canglang smiled enigmatically, thinking to himself that he had guessed correctly; Seventh Master was just being stubborn.

He said, "Seventh Master, this medicine is very effective. One or two doses will do the trick. How many do you want?"

Because it is effective, the medicinal materials are precious and particularly difficult to obtain. He only had less than ten doses of the medicine, thinking that would be enough, but he never expected to hear an astonishing number!

Li Cu casually told him to start with a few dozen pieces, and to ask him for more if needed.

Heavens above!

What crime did this man commit?

Xiao Canglang even doubted whether he had misheard.

However, there is another possibility.

It's not just used by Seventh Master alone.

He asked incredulously, "Seventh Master, do so many people around you have hemorrhoids?"

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

understood.

Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.

Xiao Canglang is very pragmatic; money talks. He wants to make money, but he can't stomach it, so he can only tell the truth:

Seventh Master, I really don't have that many here. Who would hoard large quantities of hemorrhoid medicine at home for no reason? Besides, these herbs are so hard to find. Even if I wanted to make some, I couldn't make many.

So, a problem arose.

"We have the prescription, and we have the pharmaceutical staff, but we don't have enough medicinal herbs." Hearing Zhang Haike say this, Shen Mingchao couldn't help but chime in, "Your next step is to go find the herbs?"

"Yes." Zhang Haike nodded, then looked troubled: "But most of these medicinal herbs are unusual. Some can be found in our various warehouses, but others have completely unfamiliar names, and we don't even know where they grow."

This is a real problem.

Shen Mingchao asked, puzzled, "Why didn't you tell me about this? I could have helped investigate."

"No need." Zhang Haixia on the other side shook her head, turned her gaze to someone, and explained with a smile, "Because someone came to the rescue."

It was none other than that diviner.

He could simply calculate the location of the remaining medicinal herbs on his own and have them send people to collect them.

Just then, three copper coins were tossed into the air, spinning as they landed on the table with a crisp sound.

Qi Qiu stared intently at the copper coins on the table, quickly calculating a divination in his mind, and looked at Shen Mingchao with delight.

"Sister, it's auspicious."

"You're counting me again?"

Shen Mingchao frowned slightly and said reproachfully.

She wasn't afraid of fortune tellers, but Qi Qiu was too unrestrained. He used to give her a divination every day and then send the results to her phone, reminding her of good or bad fortune.

It's comparable to a human-shaped almanac.

But excessive wisdom can be harmful.

She feared that if things continued like this, even God might take it away.

So she repeatedly and firmly ordered him to reduce the frequency of divination. Of course, Qi Qiu couldn't persuade him to stop, and finally agreed to change from one divination per day to one divination per week.

"Sister, your results this week are auspicious."

Qi Qiu repeated it again.

Her voice was softer, and she lowered her eyes and looked demure.

The red dot on his forehead further accentuated the boy's unparalleled handsomeness.

Even the biggest temper melts away like cream.

Shen Mingchao sighed softly.

The medicinal herbs have been secured, but the quantity they need is too large for Xiao Canglang to handle alone.

Coincidentally, one of them happened to be an expert, and since he was idle anyway, he was captured and used as a slave.

Hodov: ...

He's a miserable doctor.

Those in their line of work are most afraid of being in the same line of work; if they study medicine again in their next life, they'll be struck by lightning.

These past few days he's been immersed in the lab, working day and night to make medicine, sometimes so busy he doesn't even have time to eat.

Therefore, he didn't participate in the conversation at the table at all, and just ate his meal with a gloomy face.

Shen Mingchao noticed this scene by chance.

That's such a rip-off of her persona.

He no longer resembles a "refined scoundrel" at all.

Curious and wondering what had happened, she tugged at her sleeve, gestured with her eyes, and whispered, "Why does he look like he hasn't had a proper meal in three days?"

Zhang Haixia wanted to say, "You've hit the nail on the head."

Before she could finish speaking, another voice interrupted: "Sister, I've figured it out. Don't be fooled by his usual respectable appearance; he was actually a reincarnated starving ghost in his past life."

The sound wasn't quiet.

Although no names were mentioned, it was still a face-to-face interaction.

Huo Daofu paused in his chopsticks, his cool gaze piercing through his glasses and shooting straight at Qi Qiu, who was spreading rumors.

Like a venomous snake poised to strike.

Qi Qiu was not intimidated.

He wasn't exactly a clean person to begin with.

They're all just pretty faces, but inside they're rotten inside. Who's more virtuous than whom?

"Oh!"

Hodorf snorted coldly, not reacting immediately. His stomach was finally full, and he slowly wiped his mouth with a tissue before abruptly saying:

"Years ago, I met a black-hearted fortune teller who lied and did dirty things; he was a complete charlatan. He died suddenly a few years later without any warning, and everyone said he was a short-lived ghost reincarnated."

Similarly, no names were mentioned.

Snickers occasionally rose from the crowd.

They were all watching from the sidelines, letting the fire burn as it pleased as it wouldn't burn them.

Only Shen Mingchao couldn't stand it.

"What ghosts and monsters? Just live your lives properly, you hear me!"

Seeing that Shen Mingchao was serious, the two of them immediately calmed down.

One remained silent.

Hordorf comforted himself by telling himself not to stoop to the level of a child.

The other one didn't dare to say a word either. After a brief silence, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into Qi Qiu's head. Qi Qiu smiled and inexplicably said, "Actually, I think being a ghost is pretty good."

Words that are hard to understand.

Qi Qiu seems to have gone mad.

But soon some people understood the deeper meaning behind it.

There were two successful cases present. Being a ghost meant much more freedom; being a ghost meant being able to haunt her for a lifetime.

Think it and do it.

Qi Qiu dashed over to Shen Mingchao and squatted down beside him, deliberately showing a weak and hopeful look in her eyes, and asked cautiously:

"Sister, if I really encounter misfortune, will you resurrect me just as you resurrected them?"

The entire room was eerily quiet.

Qi Qiu was probably not the only one curious about the answer.

"I can......"

Seeing that the light in Qi Qiu's eyes was getting brighter and brighter, Shen Mingchao swiftly tapped Qi Qiu on the head twice.

"Treat him to a good, mind-boosting punch!"

"Ah!" Qi Qiu covered her head, as if she had seen stars.

Shen Mingchao sneered, raising his fist in a show of force: "What if someone's brain is waterlogged and they're acting crazy? No problem, I can use my fist to clear their head. Don't worry, I guarantee it'll leave them dazed but not brain-damaged, the force will be just right! Anyone else want to try it?"

Death threat!

That's a death threat!

People's eyes scattered in all directions; some stared blankly, some chatted, and some ate.

Better to die for your fellow Daoist than for me.