"I'm not crazy." Wang Jin frowned in dissatisfaction: "My last name is Wang, and my single character is Jin."
The man paused for a moment, then pulled the corner of his mouth: "It seems that the little lunatic is awake now."
“…” Wang Jin rolled his eyes. This man didn’t believe him at all.
The man said, "My name is Yuan Heng."
After a pause, the man said, "It's your man."
“…” Wang Jin’s eyebrows twitched. He held back his words of rebuttal and watched the man pick things in silence.
It was just a pile of weeds, nothing special to look at.
Wang Jin looked for a while, lost interest, and just as he was about to look away, he caught sight of something.
The thing was a wild grass with small purple flowers on the top. Wang Jin was sure that he had never seen such a weed, but the first time he saw it, an idea flashed through his mind.
This is one of the ingredients in Bisheng Paste.
Chapter 5
By the time Wang Jin reacted, he had already held the grass tightly in his hand.
"?" Yuan Heng looked at Wang Jin strangely.
Wang Jin said: "I want this."
Boil this grass and mash it into a paste, then add some herbs that can stop bleeding and dissolve blood stasis, and it will become Bisheng Paste.
This thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and Wang Jin himself was a little confused. He knew very well that he was not a doctor, so how could he know the recipe of this Bisheng ointment
I even firmly believe that this inconspicuous grass is a medicinal herb...
Wang Jin suddenly remembered the strange dream he had just had...
In the dream, the old man said that he would be able to know the recipes of all the food, medicines, tools, etc. that he had known...
Now he inexplicably knew the formula of Bisheng Paste and recognized the medicinal ingredients in the formula. Could this really be an ability bestowed upon him by the old man
Wang Jin was puzzled for a moment and felt that it was necessary to experiment. There were a few medicinal ingredients missing to make the Bisheng ointment, but it mainly depended on this one. If it could be made, it would have the effect of removing scars and stopping bleeding.
However, Wang Jin looked at the medicinal herbs in his hand and his expression turned grim.
He got the herb, but he didn't know how to make a fire to cook it, let alone pound it into a paste! He had already tried how delicate this body was in his previous life!
I watched the little lunatic in front of me become stunned again, his expression changing several times before he said nothing.
The man didn't know whether Wang Jin was daydreaming or had a relapse of madness. He shook his head slightly, picked out the small grasses with purple flowers from the weeds in front of him, handed them to Wang Jin and said, "Here you go."
Wang Jin came back to his senses and looked at the herbs in the man's hand. There were only about four or five in total.
Wang Jin looked at the herbs in his hand, then at the herbs in the man's hand. Following the man's hand, his eyes moved upwards and saw that the man's arms were strong and powerful...
A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he gently placed his herb in the man's hand.
Yuan Heng looked at the little madman in confusion.
Wang Jin ordered: "Boil them till they are soft and grind them into paste for me."
The tone was that habitual command. The man's hands froze slightly, and he looked at Wang Jin with great disapproval: "These are just weeds, you..."
The man didn't finish his words because the little lunatic in front of him was already stiffening his neck and glaring at him fiercely, looking like a willful and dissatisfied little beast.