"I have solved half of it, but not all of it."
Feng Jiu said, looking at the man in the hospital, "He is not only poisoned, but also has internal injuries. If the poison is not removed, the internal injuries cannot be cured. Now we can only save his life and prevent him from dying. If he wants to get out of danger, he needs to completely remove the poison and treat the internal injuries before he can be safe."
Her voice paused, and her eyes fell on the Sect Master: "Besides, I still need medicine to detoxify."
Hearing this, the sect leader felt relieved. Hearing him say this, it should be that Yuan Qing Zhenjun's life was saved. He immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry about the spiritual medicine. We in Huaxian Sect have it. I will send it to you if you need anything."
Seeing this, Fengjiu looked at Murong Yixuan: "Do you have paper and pen?"
"Yes." He took out a set from the space and placed it on the table in front of her. She immediately wrote down 20 to 30 kinds of spiritual medicines and handed them to the sect leader: "The spiritual medicines I need are all here. The years are also noted on them. They must be delivered according to the instructions."
The sect leader took it and looked at it, and was stunned for a moment. The elixirs on it were not that precious, but they all had to be more than 500 years old, and some of them were relatively rare.
So, he raised his eyes to look at the young man in red and asked, "When do you want these? Do you want to boil them into medicine? Or refine them into pills? Do you need help from my sect?"
"Does your sect have an alchemist who can refine a sixth-grade pill into a precious item?" Feng Jiu asked slowly.
The sect leader was stunned for a moment. A sixth-grade pill, and it had to be a rare product? How was that possible? There were alchemists in their sect who could make a sixth-grade pill, but there was no guarantee that the finished product would be a rare product.
"Perhaps, you have a pharmacist who can prepare a top-grade antidote?" she asked again.
Hearing this, the sect master did not speak, while the peak masters could not help but ask: "Can you do this? For the same spiritual medicine, can't you just refine a drug to detoxify it?"
Fengjiu smiled and shook her head: "You are not an alchemist, nor a doctor, nor a pharmacist, so naturally you don't understand these things." Since he didn't understand, it would be useless for her to tell him.
She stood up and said to the sect leader, "Please prepare all the medicines on the list and send them to me tomorrow! It's getting late now, everyone, go back and rest!"
"Master, peak masters, I'll see you off." Murong Yixuan said, making a gesture of invitation to everyone.
Seeing this, everyone turned around and walked out. When they were outside, the sect leader said to Murong Yixuan, "Arrange a place for the ghost doctor to rest and see if he needs anything."
"Yes, I will." Murong Yixuan nodded in response. After sending everyone away, he returned to the cave and saw Fengjiu walking around inside, pointing at one of the rooms.
"I see no one lives here, so I'll stay here tonight! It's close so I can be the first to know if your master has any situation."
Hearing this, Murong Yixuan glanced at the room and said, "This is where my master usually entertains his friends. Since you want to stay here, I'll have someone change the bedding for you and clean it up. You can sit here first."
"Okay, just tidy up casually." She said, and walked to the side and sat down.