Mr. Pang's sleepiness was completely driven away by Mr. Wen's roar.

No, I can't admit it.

Old Pang sat up, looking even more annoyed than the other man, and shouted angrily, "What do you mean? What did my apprentice do to you? Just let me teach you."

"Yan Hao is not suitable for learning mecha manufacturing at all. He is the talent we need in pharmacy." said Mr. Wen.

"You're talking nonsense!" He was indeed here to steal his apprentice. "I'm his teacher. I don't know better than you whether he is suitable for mecha manufacturing. Get out of here."

When old man Zhong came to snatch his apprentice, he gave half of it to others. First, Yan Hao had indeed received the teachings of old man Pang at that time, and second, learning from old man Pang would allow Yan Hao to have a higher attainment in mecha manufacturing, so he reluctantly gave half of it. But old man Wen was just a student of pharmacy...

Wait, it seems that Yan Hao’s potion is also quite powerful. No matter what, I can’t lose in face. And Yan Hao also said that he doesn’t want to learn potion anymore.

Seeing that Old Man Pang was speaking in a tough tone, Old Man Wen softened his attitude unconsciously: "Old Man Pang, I'm telling you the truth, he really has a talent for pharmacy. Not just a talent, he might be a genius. Do you remember the little cutie who created the advanced sedative formula we discussed last time? Yan Hao's talent is not inferior to his."

Nonsense, the little cutie is Yan Hao.

"If I hadn't known that your apprentice had been learning mecha manufacturing since elementary school, I would have doubted whether he was the little cutie himself."

Mr. Pang looked away guiltily.

"In previous years, I asked you to find your apprentice to help calculate the medicine formula. It would take ten days or half a month to calculate it, and then continue to revise it. Adding it all up, it would take at least two months. But this time, your little apprentice only took four hours to calculate it." Elder Wen excitedly stretched out four fingers, "Four hours, calculate it yourself, how much faster is it?"

"Isn't it because the recipe this time was prepared by your apprentice, so it is a little simpler?" Old Pang knew nothing about pharmacy. When he heard Yan Hao say it was simple, he didn't think much about it. However, he didn't know that the simple that Yan Hao talked about was different from the simple in the ordinary people's sense.

"It's a simple recipe, do I need to ask you for someone to calculate it?" Asking someone to calculate it means leaking the prescription. Unless it's absolutely necessary, who would be willing to reveal their prescription?

"Even if your formula is not simple, you can't steal my apprentice, right? I kindly asked my apprentice to help your apprentice with the calculations, but you turned around and stole him. That's not fair of you," said Mr. Pang.

Elder Wen paused, obviously at a loss for words, but still said, "But Yan Hao is really a good candidate for pharmacy. If you give him to me, I will make him a ninth-level pharmacist."

"Haha, a ninth-level pharmacist is amazing. If he follows me, he will definitely be a tenth-level mecha maker in the future."

"Learning pharmacy can save countless patients."

"Curing diseases and saving lives is great, but what is the purpose of my mecha manufacturing? It is the Federation's strongest weapon against the Zerg and the backing of mecha warriors. You let a mecha genius study pharmacy, have you asked all the mecha warriors in the entire Federation?" asked Old Pang.

“……”Why is old man Pang so good at talking today?

"Stop talking, or you'll be dead. You want to steal my apprentice? No way."

"Wait a moment." Seeing that Pang was about to hang up, Wen Lao hurriedly stopped him and said, "Then... I won't compete with you for an apprentice. You can ask him to help us calculate the formula."

Old Pang raised his eyebrows.

"Don't worry, I won't treat him unfairly. From now on, if he needs any medicine, I can make it for him for free at any time. Moreover, as long as I can calculate a new formula, I can let him sign his name on it." Mr. Wen said as a second choice.

"Then let me ask for you." Out of some unspeakable guilt, Mr. Pang did not refuse this time.

When Elder Wen saw Elder Pang was willing to give in, he was delighted and said, "Okay, ask now."

"What time is it now?! You woke me up and I want to wake up my apprentice." Old Pang said angrily.

"That's right. You are an old man and you don't sleep much, while children sleep a lot. Then ask tomorrow."

"..."Mr. Pang.

"By the way, the formula that Yan Hao calculated this time is an improved formula of the Phantom Potion. After the improvement, the efficacy of the Phantom Potion will increase by at least 20%. You can ask Yan Hao, if he has extra Phantom Beast blood, you can bring it to me, and I will ask Tianyi to help him make it." Elder Wen was afraid that Elder Pang would not try his best to persuade him, so he couldn't help but throw out another bait.

Although Xia Tianyi was nominally only a seventh-level pharmacist, his strength had already surpassed that of an eighth-level pharmacist, and he was currently the youngest seventh-level pharmacist in the entire federation. Moreover, although Old Wen said that his apprentice Xia Tianyi would make the potion, he would definitely come forward to give guidance. To put it in context, this phantom potion was made by Grandmaster Wen.

"Okay, I'll ask tomorrow." Mr. Pang agreed.

"Ask him tomorrow morning. What time will he report to the lab?"

"Hang up!" Mr. Pang couldn't bear it anymore and hung up the phone directly.

The next morning, Yan Hao arrived at the laboratory on time with breakfast, but saw his teacher sitting at the table with a tired look on his face, yawning from time to time, as if he had not woken up yet.

"Teacher, did you not get enough rest last night?" Yan Hao asked worriedly.

"Yeah." Teacher Pang nodded dejectedly.

"Then go back and continue sleeping for a while." Yan Hao said.

"As people get older, they sleep lightly. Once they are woken up, it is difficult for them to fall asleep again. Bring me breakfast. I am a little hungry." Old Pang waved to Yan Hao.

Yan Hao hurriedly delivered the breakfast, but after putting it down, he did not leave immediately, but went around to the back of Pang Lao and started massaging him. From the top of the head, the temples, the cervical vertebrae, all the way to the shoulders, Yan Hao's movements were skillful and smooth, and soon Pang Lao squinted his eyes in comfort.

"Where did you learn this massage skill?" After Yan Hao massaged the top of his head, Mr. Pang felt that his headache, which was caused by lack of sleep, was relieved a lot at once.

"I used to study pharmacy, so I have a good understanding of the meridians and acupoints of the human body." In the previous life, when he was in the military sanatorium, many soldiers would have trouble sleeping all night because of the sequelae of mental power. At that time, Yan Hao often gave them massages like this. Sometimes he would even add his own mental power, which would have a better effect.

Hearing this, Elder Pang unconsciously recalled the phone call that Elder Wen made in the early morning, so he asked, "Do you know what the formula of the medicine you calculated yesterday is used for?"

"It's an improved formula of the phantom potion." Yan Hao replied without thinking.

Yan Hao recognized him as expected.

"Last night, Old Man Wen, the one who asked you to calculate the formula for the medicine, called me."

Yan Hao knew Xia Tianyi, so he naturally guessed who the old man Wen was that his teacher was talking about. Wen Feng, one of the three great pharmacy masters of the Federation. This person has always been at the top of the pharmacy field, and does not belong to any force in the Federation, so although he is famous, he is very low-key. He is also the only one who doesn't like Yan Fei. Although outsiders say that the reason he doesn't like Yan Fei is because Yan Fei overshadows his apprentice Xia Tianyi, Yan Hao has always had a good impression of him.

"Is there any problem with the value I calculated?" Although Yan Hao asked this, he was very confident in the value he calculated himself.

"He said that you have a talent for pharmacy and wants to take you as his apprentice." Although Mr. Pang had rejected Mr. Wen, he did not hide this matter from Yan Hao.

"Master Wen, you said I have a talent for potions?" Yan Hao was so shocked that he even stopped massaging his teacher.

If someone else said this, Yan Hao would not find it strange. After all, he was already an eighth-level pharmacist in his previous life. For an 18-year-old college student now, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is a genius. But it was different for Master Wen. Master Wen was a master of pharmacy, and he had never seen him make a potion. What he saw was just a calculation formula.

This set of calculation methods was an auxiliary method he came up with when he started learning pharmacy. In order to quickly understand various pharmacy, he relied on his understanding of mathematics. Many people knew about this, but no one praised him for his talent in pharmacy. They just acknowledged that he was good at mathematics. Because in the field of pharmacy, innovation and perception are the most important. His calculation method is just some strict logical operations, without any innovation.

When Old Pang saw Yan Hao's expression, his heart skipped a beat: Oh no, my little disciple might change his mind and go back to learn alchemy.

Mr. Wen's position in the pharmaceutical industry is the same as his position in the mecha manufacturing industry. Who studying pharmacy would not be tempted after hearing this?

"You won't change your mind and go back to study alchemy, right?" asked Old Pang anxiously.

Yan Hao came back to his senses and quickly said, "No, I like mecha manufacturing. I was just shocked just now. I didn't expect that Mr. Wen would think I have a talent for potions."

When Master Pang heard that he still liked mecha manufacturing, he was relieved. Then he became dissatisfied with his disciple's self-deprecation: "What are you talking about? Have you forgotten that you were included in the mediocre list of pharmacy last time? If you didn't have talent, why would those people from the pharmacy college come to snatch you?"

"Ke Wen is the master of medicine, he..."

"What's wrong with being a master of pharmacy? I'm also a master of mecha manufacturing, also at the master level. Moreover, there are three masters in pharmacy and only two in the mecha manufacturing department, and both of them are your masters. Can't I be better than him, who is one-third as good as you?" Old Pang said angrily.

Yan Hao blinked in confusion, unable to follow the old man's train of thought. One third, what does that mean?

After Pang Lao finished speaking, he immediately realized that he had lost his composure, coughed, turned around, and motioned Yan Hao to continue massaging. Then, he told Yan Hao the conditions that Wen Lao had given him to continue to help calculate.

"Sure, the calculation doesn't take time. If Mr. Wen needs it, you can contact me anytime." Yan Hao agreed immediately.

Whether it was for the sake of his teacher's face or Wen Lao's original identity as a master of alchemy, it was worth it to help him.

"Besides, I have a friend who is preparing a phantom potion. If it's convenient..."

"What's the inconvenience? He is now eager for you to ask him for help. Not to mention one, he can agree to ten requests." Old Pang said directly.

All ten are fine?

Yan Hao immediately thought of Sheng Heng, wondering if he had any potions he needed, so he changed his words and said, "Then I'll go back and ask if anyone else has any potions they need."

"Go and ask more questions. We can't let Old Man Wen get away with it. He disturbs my sleep and tries to steal my apprentice." Old Pang said with a snort.

After giving Mr. Pang a massage, Yan Hao sent a message to his three good friends, telling them roughly what had happened, and then said that he could ask the pharmacy master Mr. Wen to help each of them refine a potion.

Although Old Pang said that it would be okay with ten people, Yan Hao was shy and it was impossible for him to really get ten people or ten kinds of potions together.

Cheng Wenkang was the happiest person to receive this news. He took two milliliters of the blood of the phantom beast and was wondering whether to go to the Federal Research Institute to find a senior pharmacist or go to the School of Pharmacy to find a professor to help make it. He was having a hard time deciding when Yan Hao sent him this news. The pharmacy master, that's the pharmacy master. With his status and position, he could only meet him if he held a whole living phantom beast in his hands. He actually had the opportunity to ask the pharmacy master to help him make a potion?

Even Sheng Heng was surprised. This time, when he got the blood of the phantom beast, he had thought of leaving a portion for his family to make phantom potions. But his father and elder brother's mental power were both A+, and they had been on the battlefield for a long time, so their mental power fluctuations were more intense than those of ordinary people. There was a great chance that the phantom potion would fail to stimulate their mental power again.

But what if the master of medicine used the blood of wild phantom beasts and added an improved formula? Sheng Heng was also unconsciously tempted.