Zhou Yuan and Wei Zhilan walked into the huanji pharmacy.
"Have you been here, Zhilan?" Zhou Yuan asked lightly.
"Well, my father brought me here to look for herbal medicines for grandfather, but those herbal medicines were in vain because they only made grandfather's illness worse." Wei Zhilan said.
"I see." Zhou Yuan nodded.
Those herbal ingredients for Wei Jitian's cure are indeed in the huanji pharmacy, but they are not ripe medicines, but raw herbal ingredients that need to be concocted.
Ever since he acquired Advanced-level medical skills, he knew a lot of herbal medicines and how to concoct them.
Especially for internal medicine related to dantian and cultivators.
"But Zhou Yuan, how do you know my grandfather's illness? What kind of illness is it?" Wei Zhilan asked curiously.
"Well, your grandfather is a cultivator and there is something inside his dantian. I will explain it to you later." Zhou Yuan said lightly.
