"Go wash your hands and have dinner. Be careful not to touch the wound again," the woman said.
"I know. I'm fine." The middle-aged man came back after washing his hands. His wife had already prepared dinner.
In Wang Yao's house in the southeast part of the mountain village.
After dinner, Wang Yao went out early. He didn't go up Nanshan Hill. Instead, he walked north. He left the mountain village and walked west along the road. It didn't take long for him to reach the intersection of Xiazhuang, where the middle-aged man had an accident.
Standing at the intersection and looking northwest, he could see a hillside. There were pine and cypress trees of different heights on the hillside. He could also see some tombs in the shape of steamed buns. There was indeed a stone tower at the bottom of the hillside. It was 1.5 meters high and had seven floors. It was carved out of stone. It was just beside the road.
"This is the place!"
Wang Yao could see some fragments of the electric car on the ground.
He walked around the area but didn't see anything.
Should I go up and have a look?
He raised his head and glanced at the hillside. The mound stood there quietly, and in the dark night, the tombstone looked a little eerie.
Let's go.
Wang Yao took a step and disappeared. The next moment, he was standing on the hillside. He could see at least a dozen tombs of different sizes. They were old and new.
Whoosh! A gust of wind blew.
It felt gloomy and cold. Yes, it was gloomy and cold.
The Qi here was completely different from the road below.
It was messy and cold.
Standing there and looking down, the street lights at the intersection were dim. Whoosh!
Whoosh! A motorcycle passed by. There didn't seem to be anything unusual.
It should be something that happens under special circumstances, Wang Yao thought.
"Let's go." Wang Yao's figure flashed and then came to the foot of the hill.
At this time, a person happened to pass by on a motorcycle. The motorcycle screeched and stopped.
"Damn!" He was startled by the sudden appearance of Wang Yao.
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
"Of course, I'm a human," Wang Yao said with a smile.
A human?
Just a moment ago, there was clearly nothing here. Suddenly, it appeared. Taking a closer look, those eyes, that nose, that appearance. Hey, why does it all look so familiar?
"Hey, aren't you Dr. Wang?" the man asked.
"It's me."
This person knew Wang Yao because he had once asked him to treat his family's illness.
"Dr. Wang, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, I came out for a walk after dinner," Wang Yao said with a smile.
"Oh, you scared me just now. I didn't bump into you, did I?"
"No."
"That's good, that's good. I'll leave first."
"Take care."
The man left on his motorcycle. Wang Yao looked back. In the dark night, the mountain was quite quiet. The stone pagoda stood there.
"Let's go."
Wang Yao turned back to the village and went up Nanshan Hill.
Early the next morning, the sky was gloomy. The sun hid behind the clouds and refused to show itself.
After going down the mountain, Wang Yao went to Nanshan Pharmaceutical Company. The first decoction should be ready that day. He wanted to see how effective it was.
At about 11 a.m., the first batch of Primordial Spirit Soup was made. It was directly bottled.
"Sir, what do you think?" Zheng Weijun handed the first batch of decoction to Wang Yao said.
He took the decoction, opened the bottle, took a sip, and tasted it.
"Well, it's good."
After all, it was a large-scale production. The control of the fire was always poor. The machine automatically adjusted according to the parameters and memory set. Even so, the decoction brewed in this way had nearly 80 percent of the efficacy of the decoction brewed by Wang Yao using the multifunctional pot for herbs. This was already very good.
"It can be mass-produced."
"Good, good!" Zheng Weijun was very happy after hearing that.
It was a success on the first try. This was good news. It was a good start.
In fact, the brewing of this kind of medicine was not particularly troublesome. He had invited a lot of veterans, who were originally working for him in his family business. They were all very skilled in the field of medicine making. They knew which areas needed attention and which areas needed to be followed in time.
"Sir, don't go back at noon. Stay for lunch and celebrate."
"Sure," Wang Yao said.
After all, it was something worth celebrating.
At noon, Zheng Weijun booked the best hotel in town to celebrate the start of the project. Many people came to the pharmaceutical factory. They were all very happy and drank a lot. Wang Yao also drank a little.
When he returned to the mountain village in the afternoon, he specially brought a box of decoctions.
From that day on, he was going to be the first medical center to sell decoctions produced by his factory.
Thousands of miles away in He County …
Guo Zhenghe had been thinking about one thing for the past few days. It was the news he heard from Xu Xinyuan. The secret in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine, which he did not know before, could make people immune to all kinds of diseases and live a healthy and long life. It was quite attractive to anyone, especially people like him.
Was money important? It was important to many people, but it was not so important to them. They were more interested in power. Once they had power, they naturally wanted to hold power for a long time. In addition to working hard to curry favor, one thing was very important. That was, their health had to be good. Many officials had ruined their health for various reasons. The result was very tragic. They always had power in their hands and could enjoy some special treatment. However, if their health was gone, what was the point of those things?
The key was that they could live a long life!
Living for 70 years and living for 120 years were two completely different concepts.
Because this matter was particularly important to him, he immediately asked Xu Xinyuan to confirm the reliability of the news after hearing it. If it was true, then he had to find a way to get the secret formula!
Just now, he received a call from Xu Xinyuan, who asked to meet him.
It was at the place where they had met.
"How was it?"
"Young Master, I have been asking around about this matter for the past few days," Xu Xinyuan said.
Because the village was isolated and had almost no contact or communication with the outside world, very few people outside knew about them. However, he still found out some information.
"What Miao Xinhe told me is most likely true," Xu Xinyuan said. "Their patriarch is almost 80 years old, but he looks like he's only 40 years old. He's also very healthy, even healthier than ordinary young people." "That's right.
He had spent a lot of effort to find out the news.
"There is also a rumor that the oldest person in the Valley of Thousands of Medicine is nearly 240 years old."
"How old is that?" Guo Zhenghe could not help but ask.
"Nearly 200 years old."
"How is that possible?"
These words were hard to believe. How could there be anyone in this world who could live for such a long time?
"Let's not talk about this for now, but one thing is certain," Xu Xinyuan said. "There are many centenarians in their village. I have an idea."
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