Song Yan suddenly remembered something else. "Although Xia Mingjiu was a bit infuriating, he wasn't a bad person at heart. He was originally planning to let me go."

Even if you asked him to sift sand for five months, it wouldn't be that bad.

Besides, considering how many years Grandpa Yueyue and her father have worked together, we should let him off the hook!

Shen Qian didn't agree; he felt that Xia Mingjiu deserved a beating.

If a vagrant is caught and doesn't have the money to get back, some are sent to a sand quarry to sift sand until they earn enough for their return ticket before being sent away.

Xia Mingjiu was then left among the migrant workers.

Five months of hard work would peel off a layer of his skin.

Political Commissar Xia may not say it, but he is definitely heartbroken.

Besides, this was arranged by Lao Zeng, so Political Commissar Xia really couldn't help his son get out of the mess.

He couldn't handle the possibility of Lao Zeng turning hostile.

To get Xia Mingjiu out, Song Yan will need to step in.

"Xia Mingjiu can't come out easily either. Let me think of what to do!"

"Take the medicine seriously!" Shen Qian said.

Song Yan nodded, saying she would study it when she had time.

Song Yan's words about Xia Mingjiu's matter were not without merit. Shen Qian wanted to ask his father what he meant.

...

Song Yan would spend his time looking for prescriptions in books, which the old man found very interesting.

Song Yan read a book, and he followed suit.

Because the old man's body is still just a shadow, he can't touch real things.

Song Yan: "Why are you looking at these things?"

“I should be saying that to you! What’s the point of a perfectly good doctor learning all this stuff?” the old man retorted.

"Fight righteousness with righteousness, and evil with evil."

"This is how to deal with evil!" Song Yan didn't even look up, intently reading the book.

"This is too much trouble, and the methods are too crude!"

The medicine has to be added to tea or food... What a hassle!

If you're clumsy, you won't be able to get the medicine in!

"Besides, what can you do to someone if they don't eat or drink?" the old man said disdainfully.

"Who said you have to eat it?"

"I want to turn it into mosquito coils!" Song Yan said defiantly.

"Then it can't be used in winter either. Who uses mosquito coils in winter?" the old man complained.

"You're capable of doing something even better, aren't you?" Song Yan was annoyed by the old man's nagging.

"Sure! Tell me who you're going to give this medicine to!"

"What kind of medicinal effect do you want to achieve?" the old man asked.

Song Yan thought the old man was just lonely and making noise. He hadn't expected the old man to actually know anything about it.

Song Yan: "You really know how?"

"Tell me quickly, who do you want to use it for? I'll consider it for you!" The old man's tone was somewhat arrogant.

Song Yan then told him about Liu Hua and Jiang Zhijun.

"People like this really need to be dealt with; we can't let them live, they're too infuriating..."

"Does Jiang Zhijun have a wife?" the old man asked.

Song Yan genuinely didn't know if Jiang Zhijun had a wife. "At his age, he should have one by now!"

Let me put it this way!

I have a prescription here that works similarly to this one.

But it works better than this.

It's not difficult to make; you already have the most important ingredient here.

It's a white mushroom!

The woman is not a virgin, and the man is not a virgin; using them will only lead to embarrassment.

"Hehe! How could it not work for those two?" the old man said smugly.

Back then, Lao Han gave all his ancestral possessions to Song Yan, and white mushrooms were among them.

Song Yan never imagined that there was such a miraculous medicine in the world.

Putting aside the fact that he needed to prepare the medicine now, Song Yan was curious about its unique function.

Under the old man's guidance, Song Yan easily made the medicine, along with the antidote.

However, the pills are sealed with wax. If the aroma dissipates, they won't work.

"These pills are small and inconspicuous; they look just like ordinary Chinese medicine pills when placed there."

Moreover, the smell dissipates after twenty minutes. The medicinal effect is gone!

"This stuff is pretty good," Song Yan said.

Seeing that Song Yan was very happy, the old man said, "I can make other pills too, I'll teach you."

The old man was bored, so he tricked Song Yan into his spatial storage to make medicine. He would banter with Song Yan whenever he had free time, which made his days a little more interesting.

He became more and more addicted to teaching because Song Yan really had a talent for it and could grasp things very quickly.

Song Yan was also willing to learn. With the old man's guidance, the mosquito coils became more fragrant and more effective.

There are also sachets worn on the body, which are very effective at repelling mosquitoes and insects.

Song Yan made a whole bunch of pills, including those for relieving hangovers and calming nerves.