When Dongfang Bubai returned to Chu Qinghe's courtyard, Chu Qinghe, who had gone out earlier, was sitting at the stone table processing some medicinal herbs.
On the stone table, some of the stones were still intact, while others had been ground into powder.
In Chu Qinghe's hand was a medicinal herb. His internal energy, which resembled a small sword, mixed with sword energy, shredded the herb into finer powder in just three breaths.
After placing the powder on the paper, Chu Qinghe looked at Dongfang Bubai in the courtyard: "Finished with your work?"
When he spoke, Chu Qinghe's tone clearly carried a hint of surprise.
Previously, when Dongfang Bubai had specifically informed him, Chu Qinghe thought that Dongfang Bubai had something complicated to deal with, so he deliberately asked Qu Feiyan to cook a little later.
To everyone's surprise, Dongfang Bubai returned shortly after Qu Feiyan entered the kitchen, much earlier than Chu Qinghe had anticipated.
Upon hearing the familiar, languid tone, Dongfang Bubai's coldness and domineering demeanor, which he had displayed when he left home, quickly dissipated, leaving only calmness and gentleness.
After giving a soft "hmm," he said, "It's not finished yet. I'll probably have to go out every day around 7 AM for the next few days."
After replying, Dongfang Bubai walked over and sat down next to Chu Qinghe.
He glanced at the large pile of medicinal herbs in front of him and asked, "What are you doing with all this?"
Upon hearing this, Chu Qinghe said calmly, "We're almost out of Rouge Wine, so we're preparing to make some other medicinal wines."
When he spoke, Chu Qinghe's voice was lazy.
I don't know if it's because I've gotten used to it, or if Dongfang Bubai has been getting lazy because of Chu Qinghe lately.
Hearing Chu Qinghe's lazy tone lately, Dongfang Bubai also felt a little lazy on several occasions.
In response, Dongfang Bubai rested her chin on one hand and raised the other.
After gathering all the unprocessed medicinal herbs on the table by channeling his inner energy, they instantly turned into powder as the energy circulated.
Seeing Dongfang Bubai's efficiency in processing the medicinal herbs, Chu Qinghe pondered for a moment and then decisively pushed the remaining herbs in front of Dongfang Bubai.
Dongfang Bubai was not at all surprised by Chu Qinghe's behavior of preparing to wash his hands of the matter.
While continuing to process the medicinal herbs, he asked, "There's not much left in that jar of Rouge Wine in the kitchen. Isn't it too late to make medicinal wine now?"
Chu Qinghe said calmly, "That kind of wine is simply made by mixing some medicinal herbs into the wine and then sealing it for a few hours."
For ordinary people, medicinal wines like Rouge Wine, which can enhance a martial artist's skills, are extremely precious.
But for Chu Qinghe, who possesses master-level medical skills, it's really nothing special.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe's mind was also filled with tens of thousands of prescriptions.
Among them, there are naturally some medicinal formulas, such as Rouge Intoxication, that can enhance the strength of martial artists.
Moreover, its effects are more comprehensive.
Dongfang Bubai raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does it only need to be sealed for a few hours?"
"Almost! But the effect will be better if it takes a little longer. But make more this time and drink it slowly, there's no rush."
Hearing what Chu Qinghe said, Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but look down at the table.
In Dongfang Bubai's vision, a precious medicinal wine like Rouge Intoxication, while not requiring as many rare and precious medicines as Shaolin's Great Rejuvenation Pill, still required extraordinary ingredients for its brewing.
However, putting aside the medicinal herbs on the table that had been pulverized, Dongfang Bubai could still recognize a few of the other herbs that had not yet been processed.
The most precious of them all is probably the ginseng root that has roots that look like two legs and tightly clamp together, giving it a strangely alluring appearance.
However, ginseng that is at most a hundred years old can be bought even in outside pharmacies, so it is not considered particularly precious.
This was quite different from what Dongfang Bubai had imagined.
Then, as he looked at these things, an idea suddenly popped into Dongfang Bubai's mind.
"If the ingredients needed to make these medicinal wines are merely ordinary things, then using them for my Sun Moon Cult..."
However, as this thought arose, when Dongfang Bubai's gaze fell on Chu Qinghe, he seemed to have thought of something. The thought that had just popped into his mind vanished instantly, and he turned to deal with the medicinal herbs in front of him with a normal expression.
With Dongfang Bubai's help, the remaining medicinal herbs were processed very quickly.
In less than a quarter of an hour, all the medicinal herbs were reduced to dust.
After processing the medicinal herbs, Chu Qinghe laid out some straw paper and began to mix the herbs in different proportions.
Perhaps Chu Qinghe's actions in preparing the medicine were too casual, because in the eyes of Dongfang Bubai, it looked as if Chu Qinghe had just grabbed a handful of different herbs and mixed them all together.
In response, Dongfang Bubai couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with the medicine you made this way?"
Chu Qinghe said calmly, "Don't worry! It won't kill anyone."
Through years of practice, doctors have developed a thorough understanding of medication dosages.
Some doctors can even develop a feel for "one-grab accuracy".
No matter what kind of medicinal material it is, you can grab the exact amount with just a handful of it. If you want to grab an ounce, you will never get an extra penny.
With medical skills at the Grandmaster level, Chu Qinghe naturally also mastered the skill of "accurate diagnosis with a single touch".
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