"Treasure?" Ling Yongnian raised an eyebrow at him. "More treasured than Mo Yunzhao?"

To him, Mo Yunzhao was the real treasure.

“This is a real treasure! Do you know what kind of medicine this is?” Doctor Yang showed Ling Yongnian the pill whose surface he had scraped off.

Ling Yongnian sat down. "Stop keeping me in suspense."

Doctor Yang quickly told Ling Yongnian about the effects of the elixir he had developed.

This kind of pill is called Shenyuan Pill, which nourishes both the spirit and vital energy. However, it is not very effective for someone like Mo Yunzhao who has depleted his essence and blood.

But for ordinary people, it is an excellent elixir; for soldiers who will fight in the future, it is an even more miraculous medicine.

Because taking this elixir will give you excellent energy and you can go three days and three nights without sleeping.

Look at this old man, he studied it all night and was still full of energy, and he only took a small bite.

This shows just how good this elixir is.

Ling Yongnian raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, "It is indeed a good product, but are there any side effects?"

"After consulting ancient medical books, there is no record of any side effects, so it can be used with confidence."

Ling Yongnian looked at the small pill, then looked up and asked, "You refined this?"

Doctor Yang chuckled, "You're joking, aren't you? This was given to me by Mo Yunlan. It seems the City Lord's Mansion was attacked by men in black last night, and this medicine is probably for Mo Yunzhao."

"Then you know how to refine it?"

Doctor Yang felt that all the excitement and exhilaration he had felt that night had been dampened by the Third Prince.

But as he looked at the small pill, his cloudy eyes gleamed with greed. "If I could use this pill to conduct research, perhaps it would be possible, but..."

This pill was borrowed from Mo Yunlan, and we agreed to return it this morning.

"Can this kind of pill cure the plague?" Ling Yongnian looked at the pill with considerable anticipation.

Ling Jingyu has already gone to Sunjia Village to treat the plague. If he falls behind even further, who knows what will happen?

Dr. Yang pondered for a moment: "Give it a try, it might work."

“Then you refine it,” Ling Yongnian said without hesitation.

"But this is..."

"Now that a plague has broken out, you must set off immediately to treat it. As for the elixirs..."

Ling Yongnian paused for a moment, having already devised a plan, "Find a similar pill, and I will personally deliver it back."

After thinking for a moment, Dr. Yang quickly agreed.

As a doctor, I am naturally passionate about good elixirs.

If he could cure this plague, he would become famous.

The third prince can also win over a group of people.

After taking the pill, Mo Yunlan felt refreshed and energetic the next morning. The chest tightness and shortness of breath she had felt the night before from being slapped were gone by morning.

After confirming that it was not poisonous, she gave it to Mo Yunzhao and then distributed it to two maids.

Mo Yunzhao soon woke up from his deep sleep and his fever quickly subsided.

Mo Yunlan burst into tears of joy and started talking to her for a while, but didn't mention anything about what happened last night.

Fu Liu happily brought over the medicinal food, "Lord, this is red date and duck blood porridge that I cooked. Please eat it."

"Red date and duck blood porridge?" Mo Yunzhao raised an eyebrow.

Fu Liu nodded, "Yes, yes, you are deficient in essence, energy and blood. Eat duck blood for lunch, pig blood for dinner, and chicken blood for dinner. I will prepare different dishes for you."

Hearing about so much blood, Mo Yunzhao felt a headache coming on.

Mo Yunlan took the porridge from Fu Liu and said, "Make up for what you're lacking, A Zhao, eat quickly."

Mo Yunzhao glanced at her flat chest, "Then what should I eat to nourish myself, sister?"

"Mo Yunzhao!" Mo Yunlan roared, wanting to shove the porridge over her face.

In the end, Mo Yunzhao couldn't refuse and could only have a strange porridge that was both sweet and salty that night.

After struggling to finish eating, Fu Meng came in and said, "Miss, the Third Prince has come to return the pills."