The head of the family snorted coldly, and beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of these people.
They thanked Ye Xiangyang profusely before they understood the matter.
Seeing Ye Xiangyang disappear into the manor, they were still frightened. Fortunately, they saved their lives and suffered no losses. This chapter was finally over.
Thinking about what had just happened, they all felt cold sweat breaking out on their backs.
It's like being at the gates of hell and almost unable to come back.
After walking through gardens planted with various tropical flowers and plants and where beautiful ornamental birds were raised, and through lakes where colorful fish were raised, Ye Xiangyang and his companions finally arrived at where Baker Boyu lived.
Thirteen or fourteen Flying Donkey Patella Demon Pharmacists were discussing Beck Boyu's illness.
"Mr. Baker is in this state now because there is a problem with his hematopoietic function. The problem with his hematopoietic function has caused his blood to become less and less."
"There is not enough blood. We just need to transfuse some blood into the young master to make up for it."
"In three years, a person has become so thin. What is the reason? I think it is caused by heat and toxic infection."
"Use white cardamom, mica screen to open, pearl curtain to close, windproof to blow away agarwood, separation and depression. How about refining some blood-increasing pills?"
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They were studying when Ye Xiangyang entered the room.
The person who came in with Ye Xiangyang was actually the high and mighty head of the Baker family, Baker Anbai. Behind him followed a fishman, a master with the cultivation level of a demon general.
Baker Anbai invited Ye Xiangyang to the inner room.
These pharmacists stood up and greeted Baker Anbai, who nodded and greeted them indifferently.
Beike Boyu has been ill for three years. The pharmacists he hired cost at least eight thousand dollars, if not ten thousand. The more he was treated, the worse his condition became. The treatment provided by these pharmacists was not very effective, and many of them even cheated him for free.
As a father, Baker Anbai was extremely anxious. Baker Boyu was his only son. If this kid couldn't survive, according to the rules here, the daughter-in-law would be the controller of the family business.
It is hard to say what kind of impact it will have on the family once the daughter-in-law takes control of the family business. At least Baker Anbai believes that the family's future is not optimistic.
Even with a glimmer of hope, Baker Anbai wanted to save his child.
When Ye Xiangyang entered Beike Boyu's room, he saw that Beike Boyu was just a skeleton with skin and bones. All the muscles and flesh on his body had degenerated.
My body is as thin as a piece of paper and I feel like I have no weight at all.
Baker Boyu lay on the bed without any strength at all, and it was even difficult for him to turn over.
There was also a beautiful woman in the room serving him. She fanned Bek Boyu gently, appearing extremely tender.
She glanced at Ye Xiangyang out of the corner of her eye, her eyes full of coldness.
She bowed to Baker Anbai and walked out leisurely.
"Miss Christie is such a rare good girl. During the three years that Mr. Baker was ill, she came to see him every day. It's rare to see such a loving and gentle woman."
"Yes, Miss Christie has to pray to God for the young master every day, hoping that he will get better soon."
"Alas, it's a pity that good people don't get good rewards. Young Master Baker Boyu hasn't recovered yet."
Watching Christie leave, the pharmacists outside expressed their feelings.
They all came to Young Master Xiang's house. They wanted to see what new tricks this new young man could come up with.
"Humph, I dare say this guy is a liar. Have you ever seen such a young pharmacist?"
"Pharmacist? How many medicines does such a young man know? He wants to treat Mr. Kerry. He is just trying to cheat the Kerry family out of some money."
"Hehe, let's see what this kid can say."
These people spoke in a low voice, and Ye Xiangyang could just hear what they said.
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly, came to Mr. Kerry's bed, stretched out his hand, and placed it on Mr. Kerry's wrist.
The Xuanwu spiritual power slowly entered into Master Kerry's body.
This is the diagnosis and treatment method of Xuanwu Continent, which these pharmacists have never even seen before:
"Hey, I say this kid doesn't look at the young master's mouth, doesn't look at the young master's eyes, doesn't check the young master's urine and feces, what is this kid doing?"
"This is a trick. Let's see what this kid can come up with."
"Hey, hey, why does this guy look like an amateur to me?"
Ye Xiangyang tapped his fingers slowly, then stood up and said, "Mr. Baker has been ill for two years, ten months and twenty-one days. I don't know if what I said is right."
Mr. Baker, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. This was the first time that he could tell so accurately the time when he fell ill.
The oldest man in the pharmacist team stroked his beard and smiled coldly: "This is something that everyone knows. I don't know where this kid got it. What's so strange about it?"
"This kid is very good at hiding himself. You must be careful, family masters. Maybe he is a big liar."
"Hehe, I want to see what other tricks he can come up with."
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: "When the disease broke out that night, the young master had his first orgasm in his life, and vomited blood afterwards."
As soon as these words were spoken, the young man lying on the bed actually nodded.
Ye Xiangyang smiled slightly: "Sir, this is not a disease, but someone is plotting against you."
The pharmacists laughed loudly: "Ridiculous, really ridiculous, none of us can tell whether the young master is ill or not."
"That's right, this kid from nowhere is talking nonsense here, the head of the family must not believe what he says."
"It's a lie that confuses people. If it's not an illness, how can it last so long?"
Ye Xiangyang smiled and said, "There was a five-day period a year ago when you felt much better. Then someone invited you to have a drink, and you vomited blood again. Since then, you have never gotten out of bed."
These secrets are unknown to these pharmacists.
Even the head of the Baker family doesn't know these secrets.
Beike Boyu looked at him and said in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible: "Dad, let these pharmacists go back."
Baker Anbai's eyes lit up, knowing that what the young man said were the secrets buried in Baker Boyu's heart.
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: "Master, prepare an adult thorn bird for me. I want to do some conditioning for the young master."
The thorn birds are very common birds. As soon as he spoke, someone sent over a dozen thorn birds.
Ye Xiangyang picked out a thornbird, asked for a bowl of water, went outside and waved his hand, and a large black tripod appeared in front of him.
He poured the bowl of water into the cauldron and flames began to burn.
The golden flame licked the cauldron, and when the water boiled, some of the thornbird's blood was drawn out and slowly dripped into the cauldron from the corner of the thornbird's mouth.
After a while, Ye Xiangyang threw at least seven or eight kinds of medicinal leaves into the big cauldron.
After half a quarter of an hour, Ye Xiangyang clapped the cauldron, and it rang with a melodious sound.
Half a bowl of potion that was neither red nor black, I didn’t know what color it was, was poured into the bowl.
The head of the family, Baker Anbai, looked at the abundant energy in the medicine bowl and was shocked. He wondered what was added to this bowl of potion that it had such rich energy.
Baker Anbai took it and drank a small sip slowly. As soon as he drank it, his face suddenly turned red, then turmeric, and then green.
He wanted to spit it out, but Ye Xiangyang said, "Swallow it."
Baker Anbai swallowed the medicine with a gulp.
He felt all kinds of tastes coming up at once: sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, fragrant and smelly. He didn't know what it tasted like.
Baker Anbai was so angry that he couldn't even make a sound. "What the hell is this drug? Is it going to kill people? Someone, pour this disgusting drug out for me."
As soon as he finished saying this, he felt streams of blood rushing out of his veins, and the blood volume increased.
The blood volume has increased. I really didn't expect it to increase so quickly. The increase is not much, and the medicine I took is not much.
Suddenly, a light appeared in his eyes, and he shouted, "Come back, come back quickly, and bring me the medicine."
Baker Anbai carefully took the bowl of medicine and took another sip.
Once again, his face turned red, then ginger, and then green.
He did feel his blood flow increasing, and his whole body felt more concentrated.
He was surprised and asked Ye Xiangyang with a sad face: "Master, what kind of medicine is this? It's so unpalatable."
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: "This is the medicine that can be used to recuperate the young master."
Baker Anbai personally held the bowl to feed the medicine to his child, and Baker Boyu actually drank the medicine in one gulp without any reaction on his face. As he drank the medicine mouthful by mouthful, everyone could see that Baker Boyu's face gradually became rosy, no longer the sickly pale color he had before.
After a while, there was a smell of blood on Baker Boyu's body.
Finally, a faint stream of blood could be seen flowing quietly through his body.
This was the first time in half a year that he felt his blood flowing.
Baker Anbai knew that it was working. He couldn't believe that a bowl of medicine from this young man who was only sixteen or seventeen years old was actually effective.
He bowed to Ye Xiangyang and said, "Master, I don't know how long it will take to cure my son."
Ye Xiangyang smiled faintly: "If there are no accidents, it will take half a month at the fastest and a month at the slowest to fully recover."
Baker Anbai bowed to Ye Xiangyang and said, "As long as you can cure my son, I am willing to give one-third or half of my family property to the pharmacist to thank him for saving my life."
After all the pharmacists left, Ye Xiangyang said solemnly: "Master, let me tell you, the poison that the young master was poisoned with was the Xiaoxue Powder, which originally did not have such a strong effect. So, this person gave your young master wine and water, and the woman's sexual intercourse promoted the further changes of the Xiaoxue Powder."
"The young master originally had a very strong constitution. Half a year ago, a pharmacist treated him very well and saw good results. However, someone persuaded the young master to drink alcohol once, and he was poisoned by the blood-dissolving powder again. Since then, the young master's condition has become more serious."
"Think about it carefully, is this true? If so, you must exclude this person. If he is poisoned by the blood-dissolving powder for the third time, even a great immortal cannot save him."