"Hmm?" Qin Ge was puzzled, thinking, "Reward? He didn't do anything, did he?"
Seemingly noticing the boy's confusion, Huo Beiyuan succinctly reminded him: "The deposit for treating the leg."
Qin Ge, "But it wasn't agreed that we'd settle the debt..."
He still owed Huo Beiyuan two million, and the promise was to heal his legs to offset the two million debt.
Huo Beiyuan beckoned Qin Ge over with his finger. After Qin Ge came over, the man pinched his cheek and said, "Little kid, do you think my legs are only worth two million?"
Qin Ge, whose face was being pinched, was speechless.
Huo Beiyuan said, "My uncle's worth isn't that cheap."
Although Qin Ge was annoyed that his face had been pinched, he figured that since the other person was rich and powerful, he didn't need to be polite.
To be honest, in a certain ancient world, he was a divine physician. Even the emperor would treat him with the utmost courtesy, offering him ten thousand taels of gold and countless rare treasures.
Even if Huo Beiyuan had to use his black card to treat his leg, it would still be a worthwhile investment.
Therefore, Qin Ge accepted the black card without any psychological burden.
They also decided to put the treatment of Huo Beiyuan's leg on the agenda as soon as possible.
Just then, all the medicinal herbs were delivered to Jiyuan.
Qin Ge went to the warehouse to check the quality of the medicinal materials. They were well preserved, and their age and medicinal properties met his requirements. Huichuntang was indeed worthy of its reputation.
This also proves that his choice to cooperate with Huichuntang was the right one.
At least there's no need to worry about shoddy workmanship or using inferior materials, which could damage the reputation of his future projects.
Qin Ge nodded to himself, then reached out and began to grab the medicinal herbs.
Even the experienced craftsmen who have worked at Huichuntang for decades dare not handle medicine with their bare hands. They have to use a small scale to weigh each herb, for fear that shortchanging them might cause irreparable consequences.
Because traditional Chinese medicine is very mysterious, the medicinal properties of each herb are combined and complement each other. A small amount may be a good prescription to save lives and cure diseases, while a large amount may be a deadly poison. Therefore, one must be extremely cautious about the dosage.
However, the boy picked up the medicine with his bare hands.
If Dr. Jiang from Huichuntang saw this scene, he would be astonished, because the boy reached out and grabbed the medicinal herbs, and the amount was exactly the weight he wanted.
Even those weighed with a scale may not be as accurate as him.
After spending a few minutes preparing a dose of medicine, Qin Ge finally left the storeroom where the medicine was stored.
In the ranking of medicinal efficacy, pills are the best, followed by decoctions, and fumigation is the least effective.
A tiny pill can concentrate the essence of medicinal herbs, locking it all within. Of course, it also tests the alchemist's skill in controlling the heat, because if one is not careful, an entire batch of pills can be destroyed, burned to ashes, or even the furnace can explode.
Qin Ge knew how to refine pills. For a god-level alchemist from a certain fantasy continent, refining a high-grade antidote pill would be no difficult task. However, after examining Huo Beiyuan's physical condition, he realized that Huo Beiyuan's mortal body, tormented by the strange poison, might not be able to withstand the energy contained in the pill.
Therefore, Qin Ge felt it was best to proceed gradually and chose fumigation to expel the toxins.
He told Aunt Yun what he needed, and in less than an hour, Aunt Yun had already prepared it. The size, model, and shape of the fumigation bucket were exactly the same as Qin Ge's requirements.
He placed burning charcoal under the fumigation barrel, abandoning the more convenient electric heating method and adopting the most primitive method. Even the charcoal was made of sandalwood as Qin Ge requested.
The charcoal burned brightly.
The room was scorching hot, like a furnace.
The air was filled with a strong, ancient aroma of traditional Chinese medicine.
Qin Ge pushed Huo Beiyuan inside, and a wave of heat hit them in the face.
Huo Beiyuan glanced at the furnishings in the fumigation room and raised an eyebrow. "Little kid, aren't you going to explain?"
Qin Ge decided it was necessary to educate him and broaden his horizons... no, to impart knowledge.
He began by saying, "Fumigation is one of the common detoxification methods in traditional Chinese medicine."
"so?"
"So Uncle Huo, hurry up and take off your clothes and sit down."
As he spoke, the boy's expression was one of pure innocence.
The villain, true to his villainous nature, didn't even flinch at the question. He continued unbuttoning his shirt while slowly asking, "Just your shirt?"
Qin Ge shook his head and added, "Of course not, you have to take your pants off too!"
Huo Beiyuan took off his shirt.
Although he is unable to walk and has been in a wheelchair for a long time, he has a very attractive physique!
A thin layer of muscle is just right, the lines of the muscles are exquisite and smooth, the waist is strong and slender, without a trace of fat, nor is it gaunt, the skin is as sweet as honey, and he looks full of the sexy charm of a mature man.
Qin Ge glanced at Huo Beiyuan, then thought about her own weak body... and fell silent.
Men may have a particularly strong sense of self-esteem and competitiveness regarding their physique, no less than women.
The boy's mood immediately turned sour.
Saying he's straight is just a lie to Huo Beiyuan.
Qin Ge knew his sexual orientation a long time ago; he was gay.
Purely gay.
I don't like girls.
Although he has never met anyone who makes his heart flutter, Qin Xiaoge firmly believes—
He is number 1.
The expert is definitely number 1.
But with his current weak body, how can he possibly do anything?!
He embarrassed himself in the first round.
Qin Ge twitched the corner of her mouth, annoyed.
Huo Beiyuan could tell at a glance that the boy was unhappy, and couldn't help but find it amusing.
His thin lips parted slightly, his words teasing.
"Looking at your uncle like that, does it mean you like him?"
He spoke slowly and leisurely, like a nobleman in elegant gentleman's clothing, teasing a kitten in his palm.
"If you like, Uncle won't mind letting you touch it."
Qin Ge, "..."
The boy withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless, cool and aloof, but a suspicious blush appeared on the tips of his ears hidden in his black hair, making his tone sound somewhat agitated, "Like my ass."
When he criticizes someone, he is very sarcastic. "Uncle Huo, do older men like you often have delusions?"
As he spoke, Qin Ge pointed to his head.
Huo Beiyuan touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue, thinking to himself, "This seems to be the second time a kid has told me I'm old."
Is he really that old at only 27?
The man lowered his eyes, using the same mindset he used to discuss business collaborations worth hundreds of millions to seriously consider the issue.
Having silenced his opponent, Qin Ge won a round, and his mood instantly brightened. He didn't even notice that his usually indifferent and aloof personality had recently been fluctuating quite a bit.
Qin Ge urged, "Uncle Huo, don't waste time. Hurry up and take it off and sit inside to start the treatment. It'll take a full hour to steam him!"
The man's long, slender fingers rested on his belt as he asked unhurriedly, "What about the one underneath? Does it need to be taken off too?"
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[Author's Note]:
The information about traditional Chinese medicine mentioned in this article is entirely fictional; please do not take it too seriously.
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