After finishing his business in the carriage, Ji Wanrong returned to his yard happily.
The price she offered was a portion of ibuprofen and iodophor, a total of ten taels of silver.
Offer twenty servings the first time.
Because she is not sure whether her space can really provide a constant supply of medicine.
She couldn't be so short-sighted and fish for immediate benefits; she couldn't let Mo Jiecheng think that the potion was easy to make, after all, it was worthless if it was too much.
If there are too many goods, Mo Jiecheng, who is very thoughtful, will not doubt the origin of her medicines if he sees the corresponding medicinal materials in her yard.
Ji Wanrong's second condition is that tomorrow she has to go out to purchase the needed medicines.
After all, finished medicines cannot be conjured out of thin air. In addition to hiding her identity from others, she also wants to do business with outside drugstore owners.
In the future, she wants to reconcile with Mo Jiecheng, and she also wants to develop Baiyao to benefit the people all over the world. With Baiyao, the effects of iodophor and ibuprofen will be much smaller.
The business in Mojie City cannot develop for a long time, so she cannot put her eggs in the same basket.
She also wants to buy her own house in the capital!
Mo Jiecheng didn't know what Ji Wanrong was thinking, so he agreed readily.
Ji Wanrong was very satisfied with today's results. He was in his yard, thinking about the future with his feet up.
Mo Jiecheng was sitting at the desk in the study, looking at a letter with his brows furrowed.
"After all this time, the legendary ghost-hand miracle doctor still hasn't been found?"
Chongzhou looked at the letter on the table. When he thought of that incident, he, who had always been dull, felt melancholy written on his face.
He sighed heavily.
"Master, no. The magic doctor with ghost hands has disappeared in the world for more than ten years. There has been no news during this period. The chance of being found is extremely slim."
Mo Jiecheng listened, tapping his fingertips on the desk, and closed his eyes tiredly.
"But she really can't wait any longer. Otherwise, she wouldn't come to me again and again."
Chongzhou lowered his eyes and looked at the letter on the desk. The beautiful handwriting showed the owner's urgency and helplessness. He pursed his lips and then spoke hesitantly.
"Master, since the princess can also cure diseases, and she has accepted Sun Yuanfang as her apprentice, why not let the princess try? What if the princess can be cured?"
Mo Jiecheng listened and rubbed his eyebrows: "The reputation of the Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands was known throughout the world nineteen years ago. At that time, Ji Wanrong was not even born yet. Ji Wanrong would not be the Miracle Doctor with Ghost Hands, but she This disease can only be cured by a magic doctor with ghost hands in the world."
Having said this, Chongzhou could not say anything more.
There was silence in the study for a while, but suddenly, there was a burst of noise outside the room.
The sound was like the sound of soldiers fighting.
The two of them immediately heard a short whistle, which was the secret guard in the mansion alerting them to an intruder.
Mo Jiecheng's expression changed instantly, and he stood up from behind the desk.
He took off the sword hanging on the shelf and took the lead in leaving the study.
Chongzhou looked stern and hurriedly followed.
A traitor breaks into Prince Han's Mansion late at night. What's the reason?
When Mo Jiecheng followed the whistle and used Qinggong to arrive at the warehouse, what he saw was a crowd of people fighting between the two sides and the corpses of the assassins all over the ground.
Due to some situation in the military camp, Mo Jiecheng specially dispatched half of the hidden guards in the palace to guard the military camp. But at this moment, assassins broke into Prince Han's palace.
I don't know how many people they sent. Even though the ground was full of assassins' corpses, there was still a large area in front of them.
Mo Jiecheng joined the battle without hesitation.
This time the assassins came completely prepared. Everyone had their faces covered and wore night clothes.
They were large in number, highly skilled in martial arts, and acted uniformly. With their large numbers and desperate fighting methods, they even entangled the well-trained secret guards and bodyguards in the mansion.
But Mo Jiecheng didn't understand what was their purpose of breaking into the warehouse?
Too many strange things have happened against him recently, and half a month has passed since his carriage was assassinated, but he can't find any clues about the assassin.
Mo Jiecheng was thinking as he waved the long sword in his hand. In one breath, the long sword in his hand made hundreds of moves with the two assassins on the opposite side.
But when he cut off the head of one of the assassins, in the flash of lightning, he found that the other assassin's moves suddenly changed and he no longer defended.
Instead, he brandished his long sword and struck at the Mingmen of Mojie City.
The assassin seemed to be very familiar with him, as if he could understand his every move and figure out how to deal with it.
He was like a leader. After he changed his moves, the moves of all the remaining assassins also changed at this moment.
Mo Jiecheng felt that their attacking swordsmanship suddenly became familiar.
Just like... the assassin I met on the carriage that day!
Mo Jiecheng's eyes narrowed.
All the assassins uniformly changed their attack targets. They didn't even dodge when facing the guards' swords, but instead laid siege to Mojie City risklessly!
Only then did Mo Jiecheng realize that the assassins in front of him were the same people he met on the carriage that day!
This desperate fighting style is not like an assassin, but more like a dead soldier.
And their purpose was not for something in Prince Han's warehouse, but for him!
As Mo Jiecheng thought, the swordsmanship in his hand became more powerful and his expression became more solemn.
The hidden guards of the palace also realized this and hurriedly protected the surroundings of Mojie City.
The leader of the dead soldiers saw that his number was getting smaller and smaller, with only a few left.
As soon as his eyes changed, his arm twisted 360 degrees at a strange angle, and then stabbed Mo Jiecheng desperately.
But Mo Jiecheng reacted faster. He tapped his toes, slipped, and his whole body was close to the ground, avoiding his attack.
Randomly, he held the sword with both hands and thrust the long sword into the dead soldier's body with his backhand.
Using the weight of his own body, he penetrated the body of Deadpool's leader with the sword in his hand.
The sword sank into the flesh with a squeaking sound, and the warm blood soaked through the clothes.
Almost nailing the dead soldier's head to the ground.
The leader of the dead soldiers had scarlet eyes, and he was about to bite the poison on his gums, but Mo Jiecheng pulled off the mask on his face.
They also removed his jaw, and then severed his hamstrings and hand tendons.
There was an unfamiliar face in front of him, one that Mo Jiecheng had never seen before.
"Who ordered you to come? Tell me quickly!!!"
Mo Jiecheng's chest was still heaving violently, and he clamped his hand firmly on the chin of the leader of the dead soldiers. The huge force seemed to crush his bones.
But the expression of the dead soldier in front of him was very strange.
Mo Jiecheng could feel that all the muscles in his body were spasming with pain, and blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.
But his expression was still calm, stiff and strange.
Staring into his pupils, Mo Jiecheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
He suddenly climbed up from the leader of the dead soldiers, with overwhelming anger on his angry face, "Come here, bring all the living dead soldiers into the violent room and torture them! Ask them about their mastermind and purpose." !”
