In the hospital lobby, Ye Haoran was quickly making healing potions with a large pile of materials.
On the other hand, there was a long line waiting. The family members of the patients were lining up to buy medicine.
"130,000 yuan has been transferred."
As the payment cards were swiped across, a large amount of Chinese currency was transferred into his account.
He made a net profit of 7,000 yuan per person. That's 700,000 yuan for more than 100 people. He would become rich!
Ye Haoran was calculating in his heart, and his face was already smiling like a flower.
The spirit guards at the side turned a blind eye to his profiteering behavior, only silently maintaining order at the scene.
The patients who bought the potion immediately took it, and their physical condition quickly improved.
After a period of exhaustion, Ye Haoran finished making the 100th bottle of medicine. Suddenly, a notification popped up from the system.
[Proficiency in making healing potions has been raised to master-level, effects increased, side effects reduced.]
Ye Haoran was stunned. This thing could evolve?
It seemed that as long as he concocted enough, the side effects of the various potions he concocted would be reduced.
It was just like the strength potion that the system had given him.
To be able to increase strength by 30% without any side effects, it seemed to be an evolved version of the normal strength potion.
However, there was a serious problem. He still didn't know what the side effects of the healing potion were.
After selling the last bottle of the healing potion, Ye Haoran went to the spirit guard who had taken the healing potion first.
"It's you?"
As the medicine continued to take effect, the other party's thin face gradually became recognizable.
It was the young man who had been chased by Jiang Congnan in the suburbs.
Ye Haoran chuckled, "Who told you to throw the thing at me and run? Now you're getting your retribution, right? It wasn't that retribution hadn't arrived, it was just that the time hadn't come yet!"
"Oh, yes, let me introduce you. This is our spirit guard's intern, Luo Le."
At this time, Xu Shan walked over and introduced him, "Little Luo is a graduate of the city's China University. He has the strength of a Level 29 spiritualist."
China University?
Ye Haoran's eyes flickered. He had learned about this before and knew that China University was the number one educational institution in China.
It was also very famous on the Blue Planet and had always been in the top three.
Furthermore, the university had a long history. Legend had it that it was an adaptation of a university that had existed before the Lingwu era.
At this moment, Ye Haoran thought of something and asked seriously, "Little Luo, can geniuses from the top academy like you all fight above your level?"
Luo Le's mouth twitched when he heard Ye Haoran calling him "Little Luo". He was older than him by four or five years, so he should be more respectful toward him!
Although he was a little dissatisfied, Luo Le still replied with pride, "Other than the last few in the grade, most of the other students can fight above their level."
"Oh..."
Ye Haoran nodded and thought for a while. Then he turned around and said, "The one riding Blackbird is only a great spiritualist. Why can't you defeat him? "
"Uh, hehe..."
The corner of Luo Le's eyes twitched slightly as Ye Haoran was being sarcastic. He wondered if the latter knew how to communicate with others, and him being the top student in his school would naturally want to preserve his dignity!
"Is there a possibility that the other party is also a genius?"
Luo Le opened his mouth slowly and was about to explain something when he suddenly frowned.
He suddenly felt his intestines churning, and his stomach was a little uncomfortable.
Gradually, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and he remained motionless with a tense face.
Ye Haoran, who had been paying attention, suddenly noticed the abnormality. He quickly walked to the stretcher and asked with concern, "Little Luo, are you alright?"
Luo Le still did not say a word. He only felt that there was a stream of spiritual Qi in his body that was constantly bursting out and crazily attacking a certain place.
He clenched his fists tightly, holding back the urge to release them until after everyone had left.
Ye Haoran looked at Luo Le's face which was full of fear as the veins on his face popped out.
Xu Shan was also at a loss as to what to do. He could only quickly call for someone to call for a doctor.
Obviously, this was the side effect of the healing potion, and it seemed to be quite strong.
Looking at Luo Le's pained expression, Ye Haoran was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. If he were to poison Luo Le to death, he would definitely face the death penalty!
"Brother, Brother Luo, are you alright?"
Ye Haoran looked at Luo Le who was sweating profusely. Could it be that he was suffocating because of the healing potion?
He recalled that chest compressions, one of the emergency first-aid, had been mentioned in his junior high school first aid textbook.
Ye Haoran quickly rolled up his sleeves and pressed down on his chest without any warning.
"Huh?!"
Luo Le's eyes widened. Seeing Ye Haoran's hands overlapping and about to press down, he hurriedly shouted, "Don't..."
Ye Haoran already had his hand pressed down before he heard it.
"Oh ..."
Ye Haoran's 2.8x strength, which had been strengthened by taking the potions, was instantly added to his arm, and Luo Le couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Boom-!"
A loud sound suddenly rang out, and a large hole was directly created in the stretcher under Luo Le.
The intense compressed air caused the stretcher to bounce on the ground, creaking as if it could not bear the burden.
Ye Haoran only felt a wave of heat hit his face. It was as if a stinky rat had died in the sewer.
"Blargh ..."
Ye Haoran kept scratching his nose, trying his best to expel the foul spiritual Qi from his body.
On the other side, Xu Shan was not feeling well either. He endured the foul stench with furrowed brows and asked, "Little Luo, did you eat garlic and leeks for lunch?"
At this moment, Luo Le was still pursing his lips tightly. The next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Bang--Bang--Bang--Bang--!
After a loud series of farts, Luo Le was directly sent flying high into the air due to the powerful recoil and then fell heavily back on the stretcher.
"Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak!"
The stretcher let out an unbearable groan and fell apart, leaving Luo Le alone on the ground.
"Open the window, f*ck!"
Seeing a cloud of pale yellow gas spreading in the air, Ye Haoran rushed to the window in horror, afraid of being affected.
"Breath----Breath!"
Luo Le, who was in the center, was breathing heavily, trying to suck in all the dirty air into his stomach.
However, the smell had spread too quickly. After drinking a few mouthfuls of farts, he was also a little dizzy. He lay on the ground and retched.
Ye Haoran was confused as he thought that Luo Le's intelligence was not very good!
Just as he was beckoning everyone to open the windows for ventilation, a patient with a pained expression said in a trembling voice, "This... this can't be the side effect of the healing potion, right?"
Everyone was speechless.
Hearing this, the crowd immediately lost their calm and looked at Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran was a little scared under everyone's gaze, but he pretended to be calm and waved his hand, "How is that possible? Maybe it's just that his stomach isn't good and he ate something bad..."
"Boom--!"
The patient who had just asked the question suddenly jumped on the spot, and a pale yellow gas began to spread from his lower body.
"F*ck!"
Everyone was shocked. The patient who had just asked seemed to be the second person to drink the healing potion!
Ye Haoran gave a blank expression.
"Why are all the potions you make poisonous?"
"F*ck! I don't want to become a 'fart fighter'!"
"Ye Haoran, you've made me lose face. I'll fight you to the death!"
The people who had drunk the potions all shouted angrily, and then one after another began to sit on the ground.
"Boom-!"
"Boom-!"
"Boom Boom Boom-!"
For a moment, all kinds of farts sounded one after another. Some were sitting on the ground and firing, while others were melodious and long. Everyone began to release their 'natural gases' to their heart's content.
Anyway, there were so many people and it was so noisy now. No one will know who was the one who released it!
Looking at the large cloud of pale yellow mist floating towards him, Ye Haoran's face was full of fear. He pushed open the door of the Inpatient Department and rushed out.
Behind him, wisps of yellow mist came out of the open door and slowly floated up along the building.
Outside the hospital, an old lady was leading her granddaughter by the road. Her granddaughter suddenly pointed at the hospital and shouted, "Grandma, there are people setting off firecrackers in that building. Are they celebrating New Year?"
"Maybe..."