Elixir Supplier

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Have you returned to Lianshan?"

"Yeah," Wang Yao replied. Before going to Beijing a few days ago, he had called Pan Jun to say that he would be leaving on a trip and would not be able to go to Renhe clinic for a while.

"When will you be coming back to work? There's quite a number of patients looking specifically for you."

Pan Jun was speaking the truth. Over the past few days, there were about three to five people who asked for Wang Yao. However, it definitely could not be considered many.

"I'm still busy. I don't think I can go back anytime soon. I hope you understand," Wang Yao replied apologetically.

He needed to settle the matters on hand first. He just came up with an idea regarding Zhou Wuyi and Su Xiaoxue's problems and needed some time to work on them. Over the past few days, he had also been traveling from east to west and needed a respite. Therefore, he had no intention of going to work at the clinic anytime soon.

"Sure, come back soon!"

"I will."

...

Miles away, in Beijing.

In a particular villa, a middle-aged lady dressed gracefully in luxurious looking clothes was pacing back and forth, looking somewhat anxious. Beside her was a middle-aged man standing quietly.

"Boyuan, how long has Dr. Wang been gone for?"

"Five days."

"It's already been five days. Why hasn't he come back yet?"

The middle-aged man had no way to reply. He could understand a mother's anxiety. However, Dr. Wang was also not their family's personal doctor. He definitely had other patients to tend to besides Su Xiaoxue. Other people would do anything to get a chance to work for the Su family, but this young man didn't seem to care less.

These types of people could only be invited and not forced.

"Give me his phone number; I want to give him a call," the middle-aged woman said, stopping her pacing.

"Madam, I suggest we wait a little more."

"Wait! How much longer do we have to wait for? We can wait, but can Xiaoxue wait?"

The middle-aged man was put in a spot, and he could only hand Wang Yao's contact info to the madam.

...

On Nanshan Hill, a gentle breeze was blowing.

After using Blood Deblocking Powder, we can try the Muscle Revitalization Powder, Wang Yao thought.

He was deep in thought. Before he went to Beijing again, he definitely wanted to brew this decoction so that he could try it out on Su Xiaoxue.

Ring ring. The phone rang again, and he picked it up. A call from Beijing?

"Hello."

"Hello Dr. Wang, this is Song Ruiping, Su Xiaoxue's mother." From the other end of the line came a gentle feminine voice.

"Good day to you, Mrs. Song."

"Dr. Wang, when would you be coming back to continue Xiaoxue's treatment?"

"I will need some time to prepare the herbs for her before coming back. What's wrong? Is her condition unstable?" Wang Yao asked.

"No, no, it is stable. I'm just worried," Song Ruiping said.

"Okay. I'll head to Beijing immediately after I'm done with the preparations."

Ultimately, Song Ruiping could not get a reply from Wang Yao that made her satisfied. She could not do anything about it, however.

After hanging up, Song Ruiping let out a long sigh.

Looking at her, Chen Boyuan could guess Wang Yao's reply. He probably didn't give a definite reply.

"Madam, you don't have to worry. Xiaoxue's condition is stable anyway. Dr. Wang is probably thinking of a way to properly treat Miss's condition."

"Hmmm, he did say he was preparing some decoction. It's just that he didn't say when he would be coming back."

Song Ruiping's gaze turned towards the middle-aged man.

"How about this, Boyuan, would you go and pay him a visit?"

"Okay." Boyuan didn't bother disagreeing and immediately began preparing to leave for Lianshan County.

Silicate, massicot, licorice, fritillary, Dragon's bones…Rohdea Japonica, Lingshanji, Guiyuan—this medicinal formula used some minerals from Chinese medicine, as well as three types of licorice roots.

Guiyuan was one of these licorices he had experience with. Besides being able to replenish Qi, one of its greatest functions was to combine the effects of various herbs without having them interfere with each other. Besides that, there were two other types: rohdea japonica which soothes the organs and repairs them and lingshanji which dispels evil spirits and stops pain.

These were the two other types of licorice roots and were of medium grade. Licorice roots were also split into three grades which would determine the efficacy of the herbs. Naturally, the higher the grade, the more points needed to exchange for them.

One bag of seeds for either of this two would require 50 points. To buy the complete product, it would cost at least three times as much. Wang Yao certainly did not have that many points.

Seems like we'll have to go with the good old method, Wang Yao thought.

In the medicinal patch, there were some of the ordinary herbs that he grew. Some of them could be sold to the system in exchange for more points.

Before the sky darkened, he had harvested a few. He quickly brought them into the system exchange for more points. Then, he tidied up the herbal field and planted some of the new seeds that he bought.

After growing the plants, he would still be able to gain further income in the future. That would be more suitable.

Hmmm?

Wang Yao suddenly noticed something different. The ordinary herbs that he traded in got him more exchange points than they had before!

What's going on?!

The Spirit Gathering Battle Array!

After some consideration, he determined the cause. It had to be because of the Spirit Gathering Battle array which gathered the spiritual energy from all around. Not only did it enable the licorice roots to grow normally, but it also enabled the ordinary herbs to mutate and grow better, improving their quality. The system's recognition for those herbs therefore increased, and thus it awarded him more points in exchange.

We'll continue tomorrow!

The crescent moon was hanging in the sky.

As Wang Yao returned home from the hill, there came a guest.

"Uncle." After seeing his uncle, Wang Yao could guess his intentions and started thinking of how to reply.

"Yao, you're back."

"You guys continue talking, I'll go help in the kitchen," Wang Yao said, hurrying off to the kitchen.

"I don't need you here, all the preparations are done," Zhang Xiuying said after Wang Yao entered the kitchen.

"Mom, why did Uncle come?"

"I guess it's to invite you to see a patient," Zhang Xiuying said.

"I guessed as much."

In a bit, Zhang Xiuying had prepared a few dishes and Wang Fenghua brought out the alcohol.

"No thank you, I drove today," Wang Yao's uncle replied.

The dishes were served, and the family ate as they talked.

"Have you been busy recently, Yao?"

"Relatively," Wang Yao replied, scooping up some food.

"What kind of illnesses can you treat?"

"Hmmm, why do you ask?" Wang Yao placed his chopsticks back on the table.

Among relatives, why was there a need to beat around the bush? Wasn't it tiresome?

"I want to invite you to see a patient," his uncle said.

"I was waiting for you to say this. You could have just said so. Who is this person?"

"It's a vice-president from my company. His liver seems to be hurting lately."

"Uncle, if this were a relative or family member, I would probably go. But if it's someone from your company, then I won't," Wang Yao immediately refused.

"Why?"

"I don't even have any official medical certification. I'm afraid it will bring trouble," Wang Yao said.

"Don't you worry about this, my relationship with him is pretty good, he won't spread it," Wang Yao's uncle replied, waving his hand.

"I'm not doing it," Wang Yao repeated. He was not afraid of his uncle.

It was precisely because this matter would implicate his own relatives that he was firm in his refusal. This would help avoid complications in the future.

"He's going to pay for it."

"It's not about the money Uncle. I'm not doing it."

His uncle had been through a stage of depression a few years ago. At that time, he would come over to Wang Yao's house whenever he was free to drink with Wang Yao's father. After drinking, he would start cursing and scolding. The targets of the scolding were often people from his company. One of them was surnamed Yuan. He would say how horrible and black-hearted that person was, withholding salary increments and promotions if he didn't receive any gifts. If Wang Yao guessed correctly, the vice-president his uncle wanted him to treat was the same person that he had been scolding a few years back.

Hearing Wang Yao say this, his uncle's expression turned gloomy.

"Eat first, eat. We can talk about this later," Zhang Xiuying said, seeing the change in mood.

The meal passed uncomfortably. After dinner, Wang Yao's uncle did not stay long and left quickly. Normally, he would stay to chat with Wang Yao's father.

"It seems Uncle isn't too happy!"

"Why is it that you would go to the clinic to work, but you refuse to treat his manager?" Wang Fenghua asked after some consideration.