"His injury hasn't been fixed yet, so you should try not to move him when he is lying in bed. In addition, don't let other people see him recently, so as not to miss the treatment and displace his lumbar condyle."
As Feng Jiu confessed, he didn't hear him reply for a while, so he raised his head and looked at her blankly, with a strange look on his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Luo Heng returned to his senses, took a look at the medicines, and asked, "Where did you come from those things? Don't tell me you made them yourself."
Although those are not medicinal pills, they are medicinal liquids, and only a pharmacist can make medicinal liquids. He is a handyman, how can he even do things that their alchemists do not know?
"Oh, this!"
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? The secret recipe from my family’s ancestors, this ointment is useless, it can only treat broken hands, feet, and bones. As for the other liquid medicines, they are all Someone gave me the pill, even if I don’t know how to make alchemy, but there is the pill that you gave me in my Qiankun bag! And there are a lot of them."
Hearing this, Luo Heng was puzzled, but he also knew that he was right.Although he was only a handyman, but because of his good job of running errands and his sweet mouth, many alchemists would send out some lower-grade pill as rewards.
With that said, it is no surprise that Feng Jiu will have a medicinal solution that the alchemist can't dispense.
"Well, okay! I've written down what you said." He nodded, put the medicines on the table into categories, and then said to Feng Jiu: "Brother Chen is here to leave me. I've written it all down, don't worry!"
"Okay." Feng Jiu nodded, and then talked to him about some other things before leaving first.
The next day, she wanted to go to the eighth peak in the name of sending the elixir to her mother. Who knows, she just walked out of the cave and saw her mother walking not far away.
She was taken aback for a moment, and quickly stepped forward: "Uncle Shi, what's wrong with you?" It's funny to think about it. She is a real mother, and she knows her identity, but she is worthy of her uncle.
"You live here?" Shangguan Wanrong glanced at the humble cave house behind her, frowning slightly.
"The handyman disciple lives here." She said with a smile and narrowed her eyes, and asked, "Should I go in and sit?"
"Yeah." Shangguan Wanrong nodded and entered the cave with her.
When I entered it, I found that the cave was not only small, but the equipment was not complete, and there was no place to take a bath. I felt guilty when thinking that she didn't even have a place to take a bath with confidence.
She lived in such a place only to find her, and became a handyman of Sanyang Peak.Not only did she not take care of her as a mother for so many years, but she also let her go through such a life.
"Sit." Feng Jiu gestured, poured her a cup of tea, then looked at her with both eyes, and asked expectantly: "Can I call your mother kiss?"
Hearing this, Shangguan Wanrong's heart twitched. She raised her eyes and looked at the expectant daughter in her eyes. She couldn't help but feel hot. She stretched out her hand, stroked her face, and asked softly: "Then you can listen to my mother. One thing?"
Hearing that, Feng Jiu showed a pleasant smile on his face, and said briskly: "Mother, what do you say." If her father finds out that she has found her mother, he will be very happy.
"Get out of here, get out of here, and go back to your dad."