Wu Jiang looked at Jiang Qingyu. This Miss Jiang did seem to be in poor health, but it seemed to be just some malnutrition.

Wu Jiang: "Isn't using Fangxin Soup a bit of an overkill?"

Actually, what he wanted to say was that it was a waste of resources, since the recipe contained Sacred Heart Fruit!

The Sacred Heart Fruit is extremely sought-after in the ancient martial arts world; it can cleanse the marrow and strengthen the body!

Pharmacist Chen scolded: "Wu Jiang!"

He turned to Jiang Qing and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, my assistant is not good with words, please excuse the poor manners."

Jiang Qing had been clinging to Xie Li the whole way, appearing extremely withdrawn, but now she gradually calmed down and became more measured in her actions.

"It was my abruptness that led me here. If possible, we can use ordinary medicinal herbs instead; I can pay for it." Her face was somewhat pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, fearing that Xie Li would be put in a difficult position.

"Actually, I'm pregnant..." She unconsciously touched her belly, as if she was a little embarrassed, "I can just get some medication to prevent miscarriage."

Pharmacist Chen looked at Xie Li, and Xie Li nodded slightly to him.

Xie Li comforted her, "It's alright, these are just common medicinal herbs, they're good for you and the baby, don't worry."

Actually, back at the Nuwa Training Academy, Xie Li casually took Jiang Qingyu's pulse and discovered that she was not just malnourished.

Jiang Qingyu is nearly two months pregnant, and there are already signs that she may miscarry.

Wu Jiang felt sorry for Jiang Qing, but seeing how thin she looked, as if a gust of wind could blow her away, he knew that her pregnancy was in danger, so he remained silent.

In the end, under the arrangement of Pharmacist Chen, Wu Jiang obediently went to decoct the medicine.

The main problem is that the method of decocting this medicine is very particular and requires the use of internal energy to bring out 100% of its efficacy. Ordinary people cannot decoct it properly.

The Sacred Heart Fruit is a special medicinal herb that is difficult for ordinary people to process.

If Xie Li hadn't given Zhang Ma a special cooking recipe, she probably wouldn't have been able to eat it—and she wouldn't have been able to keep her teeth.

Because of his high merit points, the Merit Hall specially allocated a high-level pharmacy for Pharmacist Chen, where he can refine medicines.

Inside the alchemy room, Pharmacist Chen handed Xie Li a ring. "This is yours. With this, you can freely enter and exit the Traditional Chinese Medicine Base and exchange medicinal herbs using the merit points inside."

Xie Li picked it up casually and was about to put it on when he realized that the ring was a bit too big. It would fit on his thumb, but it would make him look too mature and not good-looking.

"Thank you." She asked casually, "How many merit points are there here? How many medicinal herbs can I exchange for?"

After Pharmacist Chen explained the points and the medicinal herbs that could be exchanged, Xie Li was speechless.

I can't help but exclaim in disbelief at how pathetic these country bumpkins are.

Pharmacist Chen suddenly added, "By the way, the hair growth pills you refined last time can also be exchanged for merit points. One intermediate hair growth pill can be exchanged for at least 500 merit points."

"Your ring can be exchanged for medicinal herbs worth nearly eight million!" Xie Li calculated it and was stunned.

Then why did she go through all that trouble buying medicinal herbs and reselling hair growth tonic? She worked so hard just to earn a little money. Suddenly, all the money she earned before doesn't seem so appealing anymore.

"You can have as many hair growth pills as you want!" Xie Li exclaimed. "I can practice making them on weekends; I could easily make hundreds a month!"

"So, does that mean I can easily earn hundreds of thousands a month?"

Pharmacist Chen suddenly looked up and stared at her, his pupils dilating in shock.

Wu Jiang was brewing medicine with a tattered palm-leaf fan when he heard this, and he almost lost his internal energy.

"You, you're bragging!"