As soon as Su Chenwei opened her eyes, she transmigrated to the 1960s, a time of material scarcity and famine.
The original host was a pampered rich young lady who, to spare her from the hard...
She lowered her voice, afraid that the people outside would hear her.
Shen Qianfan took it, paused for two seconds, unscrewed the cap, and took a light sniff.
A slightly bitter and cool medicinal aroma wafted into the air.
"Qingzhi...did you really make this?"
He has been tinkering with medicinal herbs since he was a child, and he knows every single herb and tree inside and out.
You can tell the authenticity, age, and quality of medicinal herbs just by smelling them with your eyes closed.
Even whether it's a high-quality product or a low-quality one.
But the small bowl of ointment in front of him gave him a jolt.
The smell wasn't as strong and pungent as ordinary ointments; instead, it had a subtle fragrance.
Upon closer inspection, it exudes a spiritual energy that nourishes muscles and bones and promotes blood circulation.
Even after decades of working in the pharmacy, he rarely encountered such a wound medicine.
But now, this medicine was actually made by Su Qingzhi?
He stared at her blankly, filled with astonishment and doubt.
Su Qingzhi had mentioned before that the medicinal herbs and vegetables that grew in her space tasted different.
At first, her family didn't believe her, thinking that the little girl was just praising how good their crops were.
But after everyone actually tasted those vegetables, they were completely convinced.
And the water in that space was so clear you could see your reflection in it.
Upon taking a sip, the tip of the tongue first feels slightly cool, followed by a hint of sweetness.
Just then, she brought out a glass of water from the space.
Then he looked up at his father.
"I figured out this prescription little by little by going through all the old medical books at home."
“When A-Chuan was in a coma, I couldn’t sleep at all, night after night. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I would hold those medical books and read them, thinking... if I could find a way to save him from them.”
"Later, I saw several ancient prescriptions, which were all secret medicines for treating serious injuries and reconnecting broken bones. But the original prescriptions were too potent and could easily damage the body's vital energy. So I tried to modify them. I experimented many times and failed countless times."