Chapter 1780
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"Only half of it has been cured, not completely."
Fengjiu looked at the person on the bed and said, "Not only was he poisoned, he also has internal injuries. If the poison is not cured, the internal injuries cannot be treated. Now, we can only save his life so that he won't die. If he wants to be out of danger, he needs to completely cure the internal injuries and then he will be fine."
She paused and looked at the Sect Leader, "Moreover, to cure the poison, I still lack the medicine."
The Sect Master heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that. It seemed like Perfected Lord Yuan Qing's life was saved. He smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about the spiritual herbs. We have them in the Huaxian Sect. If you need anything, I'll get someone to send it to you."
Seeing this, Fengjiu looked at Murong Yi Xuan, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
"Yes." He took out a set from the space and placed it on the table in front of her. She immediately wrote down twenty to thirty spiritual medicines and handed it to the Sect Leader, "The spiritual medicines I need are all here. The age is also marked. You must send it over according to the marked age."
The Sect Leader took a look and was stunned. The spiritual medicines on the list were not precious, but they had to be more than five hundred years old. There were even a few that were rarer.
Hence, he looked at the young man in red and asked, "When do you need these? Do you want them to be boiled into soup? Or refined into pills? Do you need help from my Sect? "
"Does your Sect have an alchemist who can refine sixth-grade pills into rare-grade pills?" Fengjiu asked calmly.
The Sect Leader was stunned. Sixth-grade pills and rare-grade pills? How was this possible? Their Sect had alchemists who could refine sixth-grade pills, but there was no guarantee that the finished product would be rare-grade.
"Perhaps, you have an alchemist who can concoct the best antidote?" She asked again.
Hearing this, the Sect Leader did not speak, but the Peak Leaders could not help but ask, "Can you? For the same spiritual medicine, can't you just refine the antidote? "
Fengjiu smiled and shook his head, "Your Excellency is not an Alchemist, nor a doctor, nor a pharmacist, so naturally you don't understand these things." Since he didn't understand, it was pointless for her to tell him.
She stood up and said to the Sect Master, "Prepare the medicine on the list and send it over tomorrow! It's getting late, everyone, let's go back and rest! "
"Sovereign, Peak Masters, let me send you off." As Murong Yi Xuan spoke, he gestured for everyone to leave.
Seeing this, everyone turned around and walked out. When they were outside, the Master said to Murong Yi Xuan, "Arrange a place for the Ghost Doctor to rest. See if he needs anything."
"Yes, I will." Murong Yi Xuan nodded in response. After sending everyone off, he returned to the cave and saw Fengjiu walking around inside, pointing at one of the rooms.
"I don't think anyone lives here, so I'll stay here tonight! I'll be close to your Shizun, and I'll be the first to know if anything happens to him. "
Hearing this, Murong Yi Xuan glanced at the room and said, "This is the room my Shizun usually uses to entertain his friends. Since you want to stay here, I'll get someone to change the bedding and tidy it up. You can sit here first."
"Alright, just tidy it up a little will do." As she spoke, she walked to the side and sat down.
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