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Chapter 350

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Pei Feng walked in. He could not help pursing his lips when he saw how anxious his father was. He walked over to Min Yu and respectfully poured him a cup of tea.

Old Mr. Pei did not notice his son's actions. He looked at Huo Yao and asked excitedly. "What did you make today? Do you want to take a look? "

"It's related to the heart." Huo Yao handed the bottle of medicine to Old Mr. Pei generously.

Min Yu raised his eyebrows thoughtfully when he heard her words.

Old Madam Yang had a heart condition.

So this medicine was for Old Madam Yang?

Old Mr. Pei opened the bottle and poured out a pill. He sniffed it carefully and his eyes instantly lit up. "Sure enough, it's an ancient prescription."

Pei Feng was stunned when he heard Old Mr. Pei mention ancient prescription.

Ancient prescription?

Was she making an ancient prescription?

Pei Feng was skilled in medicine, but he was not as knowledgeable as Old Mr. Pei when it came to concocting medicine. He had studied the ancient prescription passed down in his family in the past but lost interest after he failed to find anything useful.

Old Mr. Pei quickly packed the medicine and handed it back to Huo Yao. He suddenly felt a little emotional. He had never come into contact with ancient prescriptions in the past, but recently, he had come into contact with many of them. It was amazing.

But... did Huo Yao prescribe the ancient medicine that she had seen from someone else?

Old Mr. Pei looked at Huo Yao strangely.

Huo Yao could not help raising her brow when she noticed the strange look on Old Mr. Pei's face. "Old Mr. Pei?"

"Do you have antidotes for nerve repair?" asked Old Mr. Pei.

Huo Yao replied without a change in expression. "No, I only know how to concoct a few ordinary ones."

Old Mr. Pei instantly felt his blood pressure rising again. Was this something a human would say?

Did she only know how to concoct a few ordinary ones???

If any alchemist in the Apothecaries' Association had the highest grade, they would be able to do whatever they wanted in the association. Yet, this little monster actually thought that his ancient prescription medicine that others couldn't even refine was very ordinary?

It was too much of a blow to him.

"Oh yes, Old Mr. Pei, I don't have enough energy today. I will write down the recipe for the incense later. Just follow it, and it should be fine," said Huo Yao slowly.

Old Mr. Pei was stunned for a moment before he turned to look at Pei Feng. He noticed that Pei Feng was standing next to Min Yu and seemed eager to befriend him. How could Old Mr. Pei not understand what was going on?

It was not easy for him to get the young lady to teach him. He was also getting old. He wanted to create conditions for his son so that he could learn some skills. He wanted the Pei family to go further in the future …

Old Mr. Pei suddenly shook his head. Sure enough, Huo Yao was a good-for-nothing.

"Forget it. I'm not that lucky." Old Mr. Pei smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If he missed the opportunity once, there wouldn't be a second time. How could he be thick-skinned enough to beg her to teach him again?

Huo Yao smiled without saying a word.

Pei Feng frowned when he heard this. However, he quickly shifted his attention back to Min Yu.

Huo Yao left the Pei residence with Min Yu and Zhuo Yun after resting for a while.

After they left, Old Mr. Pei staggered into the courtyard from the main entrance. Pei Feng followed beside him and chattered incessantly.

"Dad, although the young lady is very good at concocting medicine, I'm impressed." Pei Feng paused before he continued. "But I don't agree that she's better at concocting medicine than Huo Yao."

Old Mr. Pei halted in his tracks.

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