Zhao An's handwriting is good. The old man thinks Zhao An's handwriting is good, so he shows such a surprised expression. Li Qingge stood beside him and thought boredly.

After looking for a while, the old man took off his reading glasses, squinted his eyes and said, "Young man, do you know what kind of prescription this is?"

"Of course, the prescription for the Super Invincible Transformation Pills." Zhao An said, pointing at the prescription, and casually uttered a name.

"No, no, what super invincible transformation pills." The old man accused Zhao An excitedly and said word by word, "This is the recipe for Baohua Yangshen Pills. Where did you get it?"

"I'm just here to get medicine. Why are you asking so much?" Zhao An said dissatisfiedly.

"It's useless if you catch the medicine." The old man touched his beard and waved his hand with certainty. "The prescription for Baohua Yangshen Pills is not uncommon. It is recorded in many medical books. It is not difficult to get the prescription, but the real method of refining has long been lost. If you can't practice it, it's a waste to catch the medicine."

"Then you have to try it too." Zhao An said without caring.

"No one has tried it for hundreds of years, can you just try it?" the old man said disdainfully, "The pharmacy masters of any dynasty and generation will try it, but no one has ever succeeded. The process of refining Baohua Yangshen Pills has extremely rigorous requirements for every step. No matter the quality of the medicinal materials, the time of boiling, and the requirements for water quality, it is a slight mistake."

"The masters can't make it, so are there still people going to try it one after another?" Zhao An looked unstoppable until he achieved his goal. "How did Edison's light bulb come out? Didn't he fail again and again before he succeeded?"

The old man looked at Zhao An's expression and finally smiled, "Young man, it is difficult to do some things with just a passion."

"But if you don't even have passion, how can you do things?" Zhao An insisted.

Li Qingge was puzzled. Zhao An was obviously a scheming and cunning guy. Why do he act like a stupid young man now? And what is this Baohua Yangshen Pill? It sounds famous, even this old man knows.

What surprised Li Qingge even more was that Zhao An was not simply making soup medicine, but trying to make pills. It felt like a scammer selling pills, but why was Zhao An so bored!

Zhao An is bored, but what he does is quite interesting. Li Qingge suddenly looked forward to seeing Zhao An come to make pills. He really wanted to know what he could make.

However, since even the masters of traditional Chinese medicine for hundreds of years cannot do it, Zhao An must not do it either!

If he could make it, I would eat it in one bite. Li Qingge had no confidence in Zhao An at all.

"That's right." The old man sighed and said with some emotion: "Now there are fewer and fewer young people who are interested in these things, and it is rare that anyone is willing to try this."

"So, senior, you must support me." Zhao An said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll get these medicinal materials for you..." The old man nodded and paused, "But these medicinal materials are not cheap. Have you brought enough money?"

"No problem, I've prepared 50,000 yuan to try." Zhao An stopped laughing and said seriously. He planned to spend all the 50,000 yuan on it.

The old man looked at Zhao An and opened his mouth, not knowing whether he should comment on whether he was a prodigal son or something... 50,000 yuan was just wasted, but it was useless to say too much. Such young people will not turn back without hitting the wall. A child can use 50,000 yuan to do what he wants to do, and probably the family will have money to waste it for him.

50,000 yuan can’t be spent in one go. After he tries a few times, he will probably give up and may not really buy 50,000 yuan medicinal materials.

The old man took the guy to get medicine. These medicinal materials are basically in separate warehouses, and it is impossible to put them on the counter outside. These medicinal materials are not all placed in one warehouse, and some of them have to go to the warehouses of other branches to get them.

It took a long time, so Zhao Anxian and Li Qingge walked out of the pharmacy.

"What is that Baohua Yangshen Pill for?" Li Qingge couldn't help asking curiously.

"Healthy and strengthen your body." Zhao An said simply.

Li Qingge was not satisfied with this answer: "Eating chicken soup can also nourish the body... Let's talk about it quickly. What are the specific effects? It sounds like a pill with special effects. For example, after taking it, you can improve your skills."

"You have practiced your brain and made your brain worse. How can you get some medicine to improve your skills after taking it?" Zhao An reached out and patted Li Qingge's head. "Baohua Yangshen Pills are not a folk remedy. You can find it by asking for it with snacks. Taking it regularly can indeed nourish your body and be a health supplement."

"How is the comparison between the efficacy and the old hen soup?" Li Qingge still couldn't get the answer he wanted, and his brows frowned.

"Then you have to eat a chicken farm." Zhao An stretched out his waist. In his current situation, just relying on slowly exercising, he had to return to his level in the system space. What year does it take? These pills and the like must be refined to allow himself to grow rapidly.

"Is it so powerful? Go!" Li Qingge didn't believe that he bragged, "If it was so powerful, eating one would kill people. No one could compare to a hundred and thousand-year ginseng. You are a science student and should have learned conservation. These medicinal materials can provide so many nutritional effects. How can they be compared to an old hen in a chicken farm when they accumulate?"

"I've said how big this chicken farm is?" Zhao An looked at Li Qingge with a blank expression. "The year is not good. This year, the plague has prevailed. The old hens in Qingge's chicken farm were unfortunately infected with chicken plague, and only a thin and long-legged little hen was left."

Li Qingge's teeth were itchy. Why did Zhao An deserve such a beating? The thin and long-legged little hen hen he mentioned must be secretly scolding him, right?

"Tell you, after taking this pill, there is at least one benefit, and you won't have dysmenorrhea." Zhao An said in a low voice.

Even so, Li Qingge's cheeks were still flushed. Fortunately, no one noticed that Zhao An was talking about this topic with him. Li Qingge quickly raised his legs and stepped on Zhao An's instep.
Chapter completed!