I just arrived at the clinic and found that the apprentices and pharmacists recruited yesterday arrived.

In addition, there are some secular doctors and other miscellaneous workers in the clinic.

At this moment, a smell of medicine came from the clinic, and a large number of people in the royal palace were starting the final planning work.

Yang Fan checked for a while and found that everything was acting as he thought, so he nodded with satisfaction.

So he came to his own private space on the fifth floor of the clinic.

The fifth floor of the clinic is quite spacious, with beds, study rooms and warehouses inside. The interior decoration is very comfortable. Yang Fan happened to see a plaque, which I thought was sent by the manager.

So, Yang Fan took out the ink pen unique to the world of cultivation from the storage bag.

Picking up the big brush and looking pondering, Yang Fan quietly looked at the plaque in front of him, slowly adjusting his breath, and unknowingly entered the unique artistic conception possessed by Xianhong Jue.

In my mind, the mysterious and obscure magic tricks and ancient runes in the Qi Refining Chapter and the Concentrating Chapter, floating around without hesitation, transmitting inexplicable and empty sounds, faintly outlining the tip of the iceberg of the primitive laws of the prehistoric universe.

At this moment, his senses expanded thousands of times, and the mist of life in his body merged into every inch of space around him, creating a strange resonance with the endless flow of life between heaven and earth.

Heavenly mode!
Chapter completed!