Looking at the herbalist in front of her, who was standing with his hands tucked in his pockets and looking miserable, Zhen Wanwan's lips twitched.
"Divine Herbalist, where can I get the elixir from?"
Zhen Wanwan was speechless. What kind of quack doctor was this? He was just trying to scam her!
The herbalist also felt that he was being too shameless, after all, such pills could save lives in critical moments.
“Madam Zhen! I’m not taking this from you for nothing! I don’t want it for personal gain. You know we do this to save the world! I promise you, if I develop the formula for the hemostatic pill, I’ll give you half of the profits!”
Zhen Wanwan looked at him silently, but in her heart she was thinking about the reality of this matter.
After all, she doesn't know how to make these pills, so she has to buy them from Tmall Genie every time she wants to use them.
The main problem is that Tmall Genie is a money-devouring beast!
Although everything inside is of top quality, the price is really too high.
She always saves her money to spend wisely.
If there's a war to fight in the future, she can't possibly spend all her money on medicine!
Thinking of this, Zhen Wanwan looked at the herbalist and felt a pang of anxiety when she saw his unserious manner.
I don't know if he could make it if I gave him the pills!
After thinking for a long time, Zhen Wanwan finally gritted her teeth and spent money to buy another hemostatic pill.
To get a return, you always have to invest.
"Okay! But I have one condition!"
The herbalist was delighted and quickly nodded: "Go ahead!"
Zhen Wanwan pursed her lips and said calmly, "I can give you the pill, but you must fulfill two of my requests!"
"First, if you develop the formula for the elixir, you must give me a copy! Second, you must provide me with one thousand hemostatic pills every year free of charge!"
"No..." The words that Bai Caoshi was about to say were swallowed back down his throat.
He looked troubled and hesitated, saying, "A thousand! Isn't that too many?"
Zhen Wanwan looked at him innocently: "Is there a problem?"
The herbalist awkwardly fiddled with his fingers and honestly explained, "It is somewhat difficult. All the pills I develop each year, all added up, don't even amount to a thousand!"
After thinking for a while, Zhen Wanwan's gaze fell on Hua Yan, who was lying on the bed, and suddenly a wicked thought arose in her mind.
"Medicine Master, I can forgo every penny of the profits from selling Hemostatic Pills, but you can't lose a single one of the thousand pills!"
"If you can't finish it all by yourself, don't you have an apprentice? You can have him share the workload with you, right?"
The herbalist's eyes lit up; the gloom had turned into sunshine.
That's right! Doesn't he just happen to have a free source of labor here?
"Okay! I promise you!"
The herbalist readily agreed, but poor Hua Yan was unaware that her master had secretly sold her out.
Zhen Wanwan remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was overjoyed.
She gestured for A-Yue to bring out the writing implements, and smiled at the herbalist.
"Since it's a collaboration, let's put it all in writing to avoid any misunderstandings later!"
The herbalist nodded and readily signed his name. After thinking for a moment, he pressed Hua Yan's thumbprint on his hand.
Looking at the fingerprints from the three people on the paper, the two of them smiled in relief.
"This is your copy. We will each keep one copy of the contract. I have an extra copy here, which I will take to the government for filing."
After signing the contract, Zhen Wanwan returned to her room, pretending to go to get medicine, but actually secretly entered her spatial dimension and spent money to buy medicine.
The transaction was only considered complete after the herbalist checked the pills and confirmed they were correct.
"That's right!"
Suddenly, Zhen Wanwan thought of something and turned around to remind the herbalist.
"Hua Yan's wound behind his ear is too big. If you don't want it to leave a scar, you should find a needle and thread to sew it up for him."
She could tell that Hua Yan cared a lot about his face.
If he gets disfigured, he'll probably go crazy...
The herbalist raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and couldn't help but look at Zhen Wanwan.
How did she, a mere woman, learn the art of sewing?
He knew this method because it was taught to him by his perverted master.
Zhen Wanwan didn't care whether he sewed it or not. Anyway, she had reminded him, so if Hua Yan woke up later, it wouldn't be her fault.
If it weren't for the fact that her master had been hit by her own durian, Zhen Wanwan wouldn't have gone to such lengths to save him.
Zhen Wanwan sighed silently and went out to find Wang Fu.
"Uncle Wang, take a few men and try to harvest the durians!"
She was afraid that if she waited a few more days, someone else would be unlucky enough to get hit.
Wang Fu was also startled by Hua Yan's experience, and felt a bit more afraid of the durian covered with barbs.
I don't know what kind of precious plant it is, but that made Zhen Niangzi willing to take the risk to plant it.
It must be a rare fruit in the world!
Because of Hua Yan's incident, the servants in the household rarely went to the back mountain, for fear of smashing a hole in themselves.
Seeing this, Zhen Wanwan remained silent, after all, she was also afraid of being hit.
When it was time for dinner, Zhuyuan returned.
He heard about Hua Yan, but his face remained expressionless.
He frowned slightly and advised Zhen Wanwan, "The durian hangs high in the air. Madam, it's best to avoid going up the mountain unless you have something to do."
After all, he wasn't there. What if that thing fell and hit his wife?
Zhen Wanwan felt a warmth in her heart and happily agreed.
"Don't worry, my husband, I've had them all picked. We'll eat them together after dinner!"
Realizing she hadn't eaten durian in a long time, Zhen Wanwan couldn't help but wipe away her drool.
Looking at the little glutton in front of him, Zhu Yuan found her exceptionally cute.
The two children, Guabao and Tianbao, also looked on with longing. Judging from their mother's expression, the durian must be very sweet and delicious!
Tempted by the durian, everyone in the mansion ate their rice much faster.
Just after they finished eating, a servant came to report that Hua Yan had woken up.
Zhen Wanwan and the others went with Bai Caoshi.
In the guest room, Hua Yan sat up against the bed, not as weak as one might have imagined.
He looked around and felt terrible.
Today, having nothing to do, he noticed many strange things growing on the back hill, so he went up the hill to investigate.
Everything was fine up ahead, but when we got to the durian tree area, something suddenly fell from the sky and hit us.
He instinctively used his hand to block it, thus avoiding a direct hit to the top of his head.
He just didn't expect that thing to be so sharp; suddenly, he felt a sharp pain behind his ear and passed out.
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the herbalist comforted him, "Don't be angry. Why did you go to the back mountain for no reason?"
Upon hearing this, Hua Yan felt even worse. He said helplessly, "Master! Can't you comfort myself? I'm still lying in a hospital bed!"
"Hmph! Wasn't I just trying to comfort you?"
Hua Yan rolled his eyes, then had nothing more to say to his master.
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