What he could do at the moment was to pray that the young man his good friend had recommended could treat his son, even if he could merely alleviate his son's pain.
In the morning of the next day, the sun was warm; it looked to be a good day.
Wang Yao prepared the herbs, gathered wood and raised the fire. The herbs were soaked in the multifunctional pot and the water was slowly coming to a boil. An herbal aroma soon wafted through the cottage. Although it was not the first time, Wang Yao continued to be diligently cautious, meticulously following the formula's decoction process.
Finally, the Regather soup was decocted. He felt a sense of accomplishment every time he decocted a formula, especially one that came from the system.
While Wang Yao was decocting the Regather soup, in Lianshan County, in a hotel where Zhou Xiong and son stayed, there was a visitor.
"Qisheng, you found time to come?"
