"This is where the pharmacist mixes medicine. There is another floor on the second floor. As for the third floor, there are some books on medicine. The fourth and fifth floors are filled with medicinal materials. The sixth and seventh floors are some finished medicines."
Lord Yan said in a deep voice as he walked. He brought Feng Jiu to a room inside and said, "I had you kidnapped here to use your talent in refining medicine to research a medicine that can suppress the cold poison. As long as you can develop it, I can ensure that you return safely."
"Cold poison?"
Hearing this, she was a little surprised. What came to her mind was the thousand-year-old cold poison in Uncle Ling's body, but why did the Lord of Hell also want medicine to cure the cold poison
"Yes, in addition to the pharmacists here who are developing antidotes for the cold poison, there are also some who are helping us in Yan Palace to refine medicine. As long as they work seriously, I will not treat anyone unfairly. But if anyone makes trouble here, I will never let them off easily!"
Feng Jiu glanced at him and said, "This is not so easy to develop and prepare. There are many kinds of cold poisons, and the symptoms are also different. If you don't feel the pulse or check the physical condition, which pharmacist dares to prepare medicine casually?"
She spread her hands, shook her head and sat down at the table: "I can't prescribe anything without taking the pulse or seeing the person."
Lord Yan stared at him for a long time in silence, not knowing what he was thinking. He stood up and said, "Then you should get familiar with it here first. When your potion quality is higher than that of the pharmacists in the Medicine Building, we can talk about this later!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Fengjiu quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve and shouted, "Wait!"
Lord Yan frowned and turned around, his eyes fell on the white little hand that was grabbing his sleeve. His eyes flashed slightly and he shouted coldly: "Let go!" He flicked his sleeve, pushed his hand away, and pulled back his robe.
Feng Jiu didn't care and said, "Master Yan, you arrested me but didn't even prepare a place for me to sleep. You made me squeeze into a big bunk bed with others. Do you have the nerve to do that? And what's more, you have sealed my profound strength. You have such strict security here. Are you afraid that I will run away? You don't have to keep me from even leaving the courtyard gate all day long, right?"
She glanced at him, and seeing that he didn't leave in anger, she continued, "Since you invited me here to mix medicine, you should also treat me as a VIP. Go ask around, those people in the black market treat me like a grandfather. Don't you think your hospitality is too poor compared to others?"
Seeing that he was not afraid of death and was talking to the Lord of Hell about the art of hospitality, Old Lin and Gray Wolf on the side couldn't help but glance at him, thinking that he was too whimsical. After all, he was a prisoner, so what art of hospitality could he talk about!
However, what they least expected was that Lord Yama's tolerance for this kid exceeded their expectations time and time again.
The Lord of Hell glanced at the angry face of the young man and instructed, "Grey Wolf, arrange an independent courtyard for him later. He will be able to move freely in the Hell Palace."
“Yes.” Gray Wolf glanced at Fengjiu, not understanding why his master treated him so well.
Looking at his master walking out, Gray Wolf called out and whispered, "Master, please go back first. I feel unwell. Let's ask the Chinese doctor to see me."