"Talking about morality with you?" Su Yingxue casually smeared another handful of mud on her face.
Little Ginseng got angry and was about to lift his short legs and push Su Yingxue into the mud pit.
Su Yingxue stopped him in time, "Enough! Let's focus on making medicine, no more fooling around."
She had recently received a letter from Rong Sheng, who taught her some Western medicine techniques and even sent her mechanical drawings, which she was now contemplating in Medicine King Valley.
Granules, capsules.
Although she could not perfectly replicate what Rong Sheng had illustrated, she was able to produce some medicines that were exceptionally effective.
Compared to traditional medicine, which required picking, boiling, and administering before one could experience relief, the efficacy of Western medicine was particularly good.
But the cost was too high, and the technology too immature.
