Having left Ghost Street, Yin Tian headed straight back to the car.
Xia Donghan had long grown accustomed to Yin Tian's ways. Seeing Yin Tian return to the car without even turning his head, he asked indifferently, "So, what's the word? Where to now?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Tian immediately burst into laughter. This guy was gradually getting used to being a chauffeur.
"First, let's go to the hospital."
Yin Tian spoke calmly.
Just as the owner of Wanyao Hall had said, to treat Ye Qinghuang's illness, he needed to use ancient methods to refine medicine pills.
And to use ancient methods to refine medicine, what was needed was an Alchemy Furnace.
According to the old man, in the entire provincial city, probably only the Provincial Traditional Chinese Medicine Association would have one.
He needed to find Zhao Wanlin to see if Zhao could help make the connection.
"Oh."
Xia Donghan responded, then started the car and took Yin Tian to the hospital.
