"Is it time to start making medicine?"

"Yes."

The medicine for Lao Yun and Amu needs to be sent to them at the next transit station, and the ointment for the children's faces and hands also needs to be sent back.

She didn't want to go back to find faces severely chapped and almost disfigured.

Do you need any help?

Emmanuel asked upon hearing the sound.

Sang Ning paused for two seconds, then said, "I really hope you can help me, but unfortunately, you can't do the work of processing medicinal herbs."

"You can't do the pharmaceutical business either."

Recalling the scene of Mu Tao and the others helping on the desolate planet, only to have some of the medicinal herbs brutally dismembered, Sang Ning felt a chill run down her spine.

The amount of medicinal herbs she bought was not small, but it couldn't withstand their waste and squandering.

Forget about relying on their help!

"Me...me...me...me...me..."

The passing medical robot perked up upon hearing this, and even though it had already walked more than a meter away, it quickly retreated back to Sang Ning's side.

The inorganic, crystalline blue eyes stared intently at her, and said ingratiatingly—

"How about learning about medical robots? They have medical knowledge, strong hands-on skills, and are obedient."

"Trust me, I will be your best and most considerate assistant in your pharmaceutical work."

Sang Ning shamefully felt a flutter in her heart, but it was no use; medical robots are work robots, not service robots.

Therefore, she has no right to have the show's medical robots do her work.

Just as she hesitated, the little medical robot, as if knowing her worries, patted its chest and said, "Wait here, I'll go talk to Old Baldy."

Before the words were even finished, it drifted away like a metallic butterfly.