Chapter 82 Prescription

As soon as the aura entered, Qin's father felt something.

His calm face showed a shocked expression again. He wanted to turn his head to look at Shen Zhiyin, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he could only hold it in.

"What's wrong?"

After all, they were an old couple. Qin's mother was the first to notice the change in his expression and asked hurriedly.

Qin's father: "I feel something entering my body, it's warm and a little comfortable."

Shen Zhiyin pursed her lips: "Uncle Qin may be a little painful, you hold on."

Shen Zhiyin had found the bullet and began to attack with aura.

Father Qin didn't take it seriously. When he was young, he didn't make a sound when he was injured on the battlefield. How could this little pain be...

Before he could finish thinking, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, as if his bones were broken in an instant.

His face turned pale and he almost cried out.

He hissed and gritted his teeth.

He almost lost face in front of the younger generation!

Mother Qin picked up a scarf and stuffed it in her mouth in a panic.

"Don't bite your tongue when you bite this."

Father Qin, who was stuffed in his mouth: …………

"Auntie, come to the side."

Mother Qin obediently went to the side. Seeing her old man sweating in pain, she felt a little distressed.

Everyone saw a small bulge on Father Qin's shoulder, and the next second there was a pop and something flew out.

A vase placed in front was broken.

Shen Zhiyin had no spiritual energy left. She sat on the sofa and quickly held the bottle to suck some milk.

She was so tired, even more tired than refining medicine.

After all, she had to control several different spiritual energies to attack the bullet embedded in Qin's father's bone, and she had to attack it all at once or it would hurt for a long time.

Too much spiritual energy was consumed.

Qin's father's shoulder was bleeding and it was still painful.

Shen Zhiyin took out two pills and handed them to him.

"Hemostatic pills and recovery pills."

She spoke weakly now.

Qin Zhen quickly stuffed all the pills into his father's mouth.

The pills were very effective. In less than a minute, the bleeding had stopped completely.

Shen Zhiyin also took a few pills, and his spiritual energy recovered a little bit.

Qin Zhen had already gone to pick up the bullet that had flown out, his mouth wide open.

"It was really taken out."

The bullet embedded in his father's bone was taken out without surgery.

Although he knew that Shen Zhiyin was extraordinary, Qin Zhen was still shocked at this moment.

Even more shocked than him were Qin's father and mother.

They stared at the bullet with shock and confusion in their hearts for a while.

"This...how did this get out?"

They watched the whole process, but they only saw the little girl tapping Lao Qin's shoulder a few times.

Qin Zhen: "The little ancestor must have paid a heavy price, his face turned pale."

Of course, Shen Zhiyin's skin was originally very white.

Shen Zhiyin explained: "It is a kind of power that you can't see. I use that power to attack the bullets."

Qin's father's shoulder was bandaged: "Is it similar to internal energy?"

He once saw a person from an ancient martial arts family who could split a bamboo in the air.

But he felt that the power controlled by Shen Zhiyin might be more powerful than the internal energy of ancient martial arts.

Shen Zhiyin: "It's almost the same. Mine is aura."

Qin's father: "Aura?"

Qin Zhen: "It's the aura in the fairy tale TV series. My aunt can draw talismans to catch ghosts. She said she can fly with a sword in the future. Dad, what you eat is the same as the elixir in the fairy tale TV series."

Shen Zhiyin interrupted: "It's still different from the elixir. You can't eat the elixir. What I gave you is the pill I rubbed with my hands."

Whatever it is, the effect is much better than those medicines in the pharmacy, even better than the medicines used by their troops.

Qin's father felt his wound and it didn't hurt that much now.

His eyes lit up.

"Xiao Zhiyin, how much of this medicine can you make every day?"

Shen Zhiyin: "About ten pills a day."

Qin Zhen saw his father's thoughts at a glance: "Dad, you can't let the little ancestor supply medicine to the army. This medicine has also been reserved in our bureau. This amount is not enough for our bureau."

Qin Zhen's main point now is to handle official business impartially, and his own father can't snatch it.

After all, there are only so many medicines.

Fortunately, my father didn't see the effect of the talismans of my aunt, otherwise he would have to snatch them from their bureau.

They only have so many in a month.

Shen Zhiyin alone, so much medicine is indeed not enough to supply.

Qin's father glared at his son.

After hesitating for a while, he still asked: "Can this medicine be made with modern machines?"

He quickly said: "Don't worry, I will definitely not ask for the prescription in vain."

The thing is good, he is just worried whether this medicine can be prepared with modern means.

"It should be possible if it is a pill."

Shen Zhiyin thought about it and casually explained the method of refining this pill.

In fact, the most important part is the control of the fire.

There is a difference between pills and pills.

"I will write out the prescription for you to see."

Hemostatic pills and recovery pills are the most common and popular pills in the cultivation mainland. Any pharmacist can know the recipe. It is not a secret at all.

This recipe that has been passed down for who knows how many thousands of years is not Shen Zhiyin's, so there is no scruple to take it out.

There are some spiritual plants that are not available in this world. Now, the ones Shen Zhiyin brought out have all been modified by her.

Some medicinal materials can be used as substitutes, and the required medicinal materials are not expensive.

Even one of the plants in the Recovery Pill is only available to her.

The Recovery Pill is more important than the Hemostatic Pill, which can save lives even when the internal organs are damaged.

"This Lingchun Grass is the most important medicinal material for making the Recovery Pill. Only I have it. I can take out some of the seeds this year. Do you want to try to cultivate it?"

She found the Lingchun Grass in the deep mountains near Shenjia Village. After cultivation, it has grown to a small scale.

"My master also has it there. He doesn't know how to make pills, so he can give you some Lingchun Grass for your research."

Even a stable person like Qin's father was excited at the moment when he saw the prescription.

If it can really be made, then the soldiers of the army will have more guarantees when they go on missions in the future.

Especially the recovery pill.

Father Qin didn't know how to thank Shen Zhiyin.

"Don't worry, if the pill recipe works, the military will definitely not treat you or the Shen family unfairly. Finally, I thank you on behalf of those soldiers."

Father Qin looked at Shen Zhiyin with a gentle look.

Shen Zhiyin: "You guys can try it first, and you don't have to pay too much."

She just changed a few of the herbs.

"Aunt Qin, this is for you."

Shen Zhiyin took out another bottle of medicine: "Take one pill every three days."

Mother Qin accepted it without refusing.

"Uncle's hidden injuries need to be treated with a medicinal bath. I don't have the medicine yet. Let Qin Zhen get it when it's ready."

Qin Zhen nodded: "Okay."

After having lunch at Qin's house, Shen Zhiyin received a considerable reward.

Fifteen million.

In fact, it is not necessary to have so much, but Father Qin insisted on giving it to me. Regardless of whether the pills can be copied or not, the Lingchun grass seeds given by Shen Zhiyin alone are worth it.