The Returning Poison is made from the Five Poisons, which are traditionally snakes, scorpions, centipedes, toads, and geckos.

The Returning Fiend Poison is made from five poisonous insects: the Golden Toad, the Poisonous Fire Ant, the Corpse Beetle, the Diving Spider, and the Blood Fly. To cure this poison, these ingredients need to be refined again to fight poison with poison.

Su Bin and Liu Li were both stunned when Zhang Fan mentioned the five ingredients.

I've heard of fire ants, carrion beetles, and diving spiders, but I've never heard of blood flies. And golden toads usually refer to toads made of gold; can that really be used as medicine?

Liu Li couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

"It is a rare species, born with its own spiritual energy. Only one out of hundreds of millions of toads will be born. It is the main ingredient in this medicine, and it is indispensable. However, it only has a lifespan of 7 days, and it is extremely rare."

"How much longer can I live?" Su Bin asked subconsciously, then found it ridiculous.

No doctor can determine a person's life or death, so how could Zhang Fan possibly answer that question?

"Three months," Zhang Fan replied.

Su Bin's face turned pale, but it wasn't unacceptable. After all, he had been in poor health since childhood and thought he had some strange illness. He had long been mentally prepared for the fact that he wouldn't live long.

However, upon hearing this number, he still felt a sense of reluctance and longing.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down: "Dr. Zhang, is there any way to let me live a few more days? I want to see the Chinese medicine factory overcome its difficulties before I can leave in peace."

Zhang Fan: "It can be extended by six months."

Su Bin breathed a sigh of relief. He had long heard that Zhang Fan was a highly skilled doctor who could even bring the dead back to life.

He said that if he could live three more months, he could live three more months.

Su Bin accepted the result calmly and said gratefully, "Thank you for your help, Dr. Zhang. There is another matter I would like to ask you to trouble you with. I wonder if you could go and see my grandfather?"

Zhang Fan: "I'll go see it tomorrow and then we'll talk about it."

Thank you.

Zhang Fan suddenly turned his head to the corner: "Who is it?"

A man emerged from the shadows. He was about fifty years old, with small but focused eyes that exuded shrewdness. He bowed his head respectfully and said, "Mr. Su, I saw some guests earlier and wanted to ask if there was anything I could help you with."

Zhang Fan had a very bad feeling about his appearance. Although he had a smile on his face, his eyes were cunning, like a sinister fox.

Su Bin said, "So it's Uncle Da. We don't need any help here. You can go back now."

"Okay." Uncle Da glanced at Zhang Fan, then turned and left.

Su Bin was very satisfied with this cooperation, selling the medicinal materials that Liu Li needed at a price far below the market price.

However, it's still not possible for everyone in the entire Peach Blossom County to drink it.

Those who didn't get the medicine are just waiting to die.

On the way back, Liu Li kept thinking about this.

Zhang Fan noticed Liu Li's anxiety: "What's so difficult about that? My medicine doesn't require one person to drink a whole dose; just one sip is enough."

Liu Liru suddenly realized something and slapped his forehead: "That's right, last time my daughter and I drank a bowl of medicine, my daughter praised you for looking smart, and it turns out she really is. When I go back, I can just sell the pre-cooked medicine."

"Yes, I'll help too."

Without further ado, on the way back, Liu Li called Liu Ru and asked her to buy a large stainless steel pot.

Traditional Chinese medicine is best made from ceramic pots, but ceramic pots that big are not available on the market, so stainless steel has to be used instead.

When she returned, Liu Ru had everything prepared.

Zhang Fan also went to help, preparing the medicine into the required form.

Liu Ru was cutting herbs. She was wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt. Although it wasn't big, the shape looked full and perky, rising and falling with her movements.

Food and sex are human nature; since others openly display them, Zhang Fan will openly watch them too.

Feeling someone's gaze on her, Liu Ru subconsciously looked up.

Liu Li was fetching water inside, and Ji Zhi was helping him; the only source of their attention was Zhang Fan.

However, Zhang Fan was diligently grinding the medicine, his expression focused, so I must have misread it.

Liu Ru looked away and continued cutting the herbs, but Zhang Fan's face and his exaggerated abs suddenly popped into her mind.

She was on the volleyball team at school and loved sports. She couldn't help but take a second look at guys with good physiques.

Liu Ru secretly glanced at Zhang Fan, and seeing that he didn't notice her, she became bolder after glancing at him a few more times.

Zhang Fan has handsome features, and you can clearly see the weld lines from the side. He has a long neck, and his fingers holding the medicinal herbs have distinct and long knuckles, which is a real treat for hand fetishists.

He used his foot to grind the medicine with the millstone, his clothes swaying with his movements, occasionally revealing his muscular waist, adding a touch of mystery and making people want to take a second look.

Liu Ru kept thinking about whether the waist under the T-shirt was a male V-shape or a mermaid line.

"Ouch—" Without realizing it, Liu Ru cut her index finger while cutting the medicine.

When she felt the pain, before she could look away, she instinctively let out a cry of pain.

Zhang Fan looked over when he heard the sound. In fact, he had always known that Liu Ru was looking at him with a probing gaze.

Liu Ru felt incredibly embarrassed, her pretty face turning bright red. She forgot to look away and just stared blankly at Zhang Fan.

Until Zhang Fan's handsome face loomed large before them, his voice gentle: "Are you alright?"

"Huh?" Liu Ru said blankly, then immediately realized what was happening. Her face flushed red, even her neck turned red. She lowered her head and looked away. "I'm fine."

She didn't even have time to look at the wound on her hand before hurriedly putting it in her mouth. The wound on her fingertip instantly burned with pain, and her face contorted in agony.

Watching Liu Ru suck her fingers, Zhang Fan inexplicably had some inappropriate images flash through his mind, especially the red at the corner of her mouth, which had a wild and alluring feel to it.

"Let me show you." Zhang Fan pulled the finger out of Liu Ru's mouth. It was still covered with a glistening liquid, which looked even more suggestive under the fluorescent light.

The wound wasn't big, just a bit deep. Zhang Fan went to the medicine cabinet, found some Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine), sprinkled it on the wound, and the blood instantly congealed. He then wrapped it with a clean bandage: "Okay, go rest over there."

He didn't dare use his spiritual power; the spiritual energy stored in his jade gourd was almost gone.

Liu Ru: "I'm fine."

Zhang Fan's tone became more forceful, carrying an air of dominance: "Listen to me."

For some reason, Liu Ru sensed a hint of domineering CEO in his voice, and she obediently sat down beside him.

Zhang Fan worked very quickly, seemingly tireless, grinding all the herbs that needed to be crushed into powder and then cutting the other herbs into pieces.

Zhang Fan was working so hard because he wanted to verify something.