"His injury hasn't been fixed yet, so he's lying there. Try not to move him. Also, don't let anyone else see him recently, to avoid delaying treatment and causing his lumbar vertebrae to dislocate."
Feng Jiu was explaining this, but after a while she didn't hear him reply, so she looked up and saw him staring at her blankly with a strange look on his face, so she asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Heng came back to his senses, took a look at the drugs, and asked, "Where did you get those things? Don't tell me you mixed them yourself."
Although those are not pills, they are liquid medicines. Only pharmacists can prepare liquid medicines. How can he, a mere servant, know something that alchemists can't
"Oh, this one!"
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? This ointment is a secret recipe passed down from my family. It has no other uses. It can only heal broken hands, broken feet, broken bones, etc. As for the other liquid medicines, they were given to me by others. Even if I can't make pills, I still have the pills you gave me in my Qiankun bag! And there are quite a few of them."
Hearing this, Luo Heng was puzzled, but he also knew that what he said made sense. Although he was just a errand boy, because he did a good job of running errands and was sweet-mouthed, many alchemists would give him some lower-grade pills as rewards.
Come to think of it, it’s not surprising that Fengjiu has a medicine that even alchemists can’t prepare.
"Well, okay! I've written down everything you said." He nodded, sorted the medicines on the table and put them away, and then said to Fengjiu: "Brother Chen, leave the matters here to me. I've written down everything, don't worry!"
"Okay." Fengjiu nodded, and explained some other things to him in detail before leaving.
The next day, she wanted to go to the Eighth Peak to visit her mother under the pretext of delivering elixirs, but as soon as she walked out of the cave, she saw her mother walking towards her not far away.
She was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward quickly: "Uncle-master, what's wrong with you?" It was funny to think about it. She was obviously his biological mother, and everyone knew her identity, but he still called her uncle-master.
"You live here?" Shangguan Wanrong glanced at the simple cave behind her and frowned slightly.
"The errand disciples live here." She smiled and squinted her eyes, and asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down?"
"Yes." Shangguan Wanrong nodded and entered the cave with her.
When she entered, she found that the cave was not only small, but also had incomplete facilities. There was not even a place to take a bath. She couldn't help feeling guilty when she thought that she didn't even have a place to take a bath safely.
She had to come to find her, so she had to live in such a place and become a handyman in Sanyang Peak. As a mother, she not only failed to take care of her for so many years, but also let her go through such a life. It was really wrong.
"Sit down." Fengjiu gestured, poured her a cup of tea, and then looked at her with eyes, asking expectantly: "Can I call you mother?"
Hearing this, Shangguan Wanrong's heart tightened. She looked up at her daughter, whose eyes were filled with expectation. Her eyes became hot. She reached out her hand, gently stroked her face, and asked softly, "Can you listen to one thing from your mother?"
Hearing this, Fengjiu showed a happy smile on her face and said in a cheerful tone: "Mother, tell me what's the matter." If her father knew that she had found her mother, he would definitely be very happy.