Chapter 385: A Heavy Setback to the Medicine Emperor's Pavilion

"It's not good, Qi Yaoren!" There was another anxious voice reporting the news.

A doctor helped a person whose whole body was almost burnt to black charcoal, and stumbled in.

The person whose whole body was burnt beyond recognition could barely be identified as Cheng Sihai.

"Dead...all dead," just as Cheng Sihai finished speaking, he leaned forward, fell to the ground, and died.

The smell of charred meat and the horrible corpse were vividly placed in front of Qi Yaoren.

In Qi Fangfei's heart, there was a feeling of being caught by someone in an instant, and she couldn't breathe.

"Who sent him back," Qi Fangfei squeezed out a sentence between her teeth.

"It seems to be a flying monster. It left people halfway at the gate of our Yaohuang Pavilion. There was a person sitting on the monster. He asked me to tell Qi Yaoren, 'Thank you Qi Yaoren for your three months'."

The person who brought the words did not understand what the other party meant.

But Qi Fangfei's eyes widened.

Three months, could it be said that during these three months...

Three months, whether it is long or not, it happens to be a complete period of herb growth.

At the same time, it also allowed Yun Sheng to find a way to improve the strength of the giant-winged blue bat. At the same time, it also allowed Yun Sheng to deploy the ant soldiers and grandchildren of the Centipede Ant General.

On the mainland, what kind of monsters are the most numerous, not mice or birds, but the most numerous monsters are beast ants.

In three months, enough centipede ants will travel across half of the Promise Continent, recruiting ants and grandchildren from all over the place.

Not to mention dozens of major drugstores, even if there are hundreds of them, in the minds of these beast ants, they are nothing more than mediocre.

Things that ordinary hunters can't achieve at all, are insignificant things in front of beast ants.

Qi Fangfei looked at the dead Cheng Sihai on the ground, and then at the panic-stricken doctor, feeling dizzy. After a while, she uttered a sentence: "Go ask Wen Daguo."

When the Yaohuang Pavilion fell into an unprecedented desperate situation, Xiao Ci'en Hall finally got the first batch of medicinal herbs to be put into storage.

Lin Yao'er and Ji Mo cleaned up the sea buckthorn after a busy day.

"The quality of seabuckthorn is very good, enough to reach first-class, and about 10% of the herbs even reach the quality of first-class herbs. It seems that it is feasible to use magic to cultivate herbs," Ji Mo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes bright. He quietly glanced at Yun Sheng.

Unlike Lin and Ji who were so busy, Yun Sheng sat in the medical clinic, drinking the iced sour plum soup that Yao Rong had cooked early in the morning, with a relaxed expression on his face, and sitting next to him The cured Xiaoyun.

Yunsheng and Xiaoyun hit it off very well, and because of Xiaohua's death, Yunsheng owed Xiaoyun and the village chief's family a lot. She also found that Xiaoyun was very talented as a summoner in private.

Seeing Xiaoyun and Yun Sheng having a great time, Ji Mo became even more curious.

For a while, Yun Sheng seemed surprisingly calm, which made it difficult for Ji Mo to guess what she was thinking.

Could it be that the blood feud between Little Charity Hall and Yaohuang Pavilion is over like this.

During the conversation, Zong personality also came back.

"Little master, everything is going smoothly. I have already thrown Cheng Sihai who had been burned into charcoal at the gate of the Yaohuang Pavilion. Haha, you didn't see the group of grandsons, and your face turned pale with fright," Zong's personality is straightforward.

He has been a summoner for so long, and this is the first time that he can fight and kill so freely.

Seeing the raging fire that rose from the ground and wiped out a group of wicked people, he felt unobstructed.

It's a pity that we couldn't see Qi Fangfei's vicious woman's face when she heard the news.

It's not the first time Zong Xingge has done such a thing of embarrassment. The last time he lost a prince of Zhou, this time he lost a Cheng Sihai to death.

That feeling is much more comfortable than drinking sour plum soup.

"Have the villagers settled down?" Yun Sheng took a sip of sour plum soup. In such a June Tianli, drinking a sip of sour soup is really a great pleasure in the world.

"It's settled properly, and the villagers have moved the village to the foot of the mountain, where the water and soil are more fertile." Zong personality was not polite, grabbed a bowl of iced sour plum soup, and drank it.

Both Lin Yao'er and Ji Mo looked confused, they couldn't understand what they were talking about.

Zong's personality couldn't hold back anymore, he looked at Yun Sheng with admiration, "My little master, I'm actually curious, what else did you do besides blowing up the village?"

Zong Zhizhi noticed that when he threw him down, the faces of the people in Yaohuang Pavilion were as if their mother had died.

They just bombed a team of hunters who had nothing to do with them, they would never react in that way.

After much deliberation, the little master must have done something wrong.

Zhou Chucun was blown up, and even Ji Mo couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he heard the news.

"The answer will come soon." Yun Sheng counted the time, and the people from Yaohuang Pavilion should also come, "Here we come."

The smile on Yun Sheng's lips disappeared.

Several people came outside the medical hall.

Qi Fangfei with an angry face, and a few of the most important doctors in the Yaohuang Pavilion, were led by the boyish white-haired Wen Daguo.

Even Wen Daguo was dispatched.

Yaorong and Doctor Fan also came out.

Lin Yao'er hurriedly closed the clinic. For the first time, so many people rushed into the cramped clinic.

"Master...Father," Yaorong looked embarrassed, she and Wen Daguo had a deep relationship as a master and apprentice, and never thought that the reunion after a long absence would be in such a scene.

Wen Daguo looked at the Little Charity Hall with his hands.

This is a medium-sized, but well-run medical clinic.

The medicine cabinets, medicinal herbs, and pharmacopoeia inside are all neatly placed. Since ancient medical techniques and potions are operated together, a special corner has been opened here, where potions of various colors are placed.

The overall layout of Xiaocien Hall is completely different from that of Yaohuang Pavilion. It does not have the grandeur of Yaohuang Pavilion, but it also has a warm feeling like home.

Neither Wen Daguoshou nor anyone else knew that the layout of this small Charity Hall was arranged by Yun Sheng according to the layout of her ancestral small clinic in her previous life.

Yan Yunsheng's grandfather's practice of medicine has always been to make patients feel at home.

This point has been well inherited by Yun Sheng.

Just now when Wen Daguo entered the medical center, he found that the faces of the patients who hadn't left were filled with reassurance. They had complete trust in the doctors of Little Charity Hall.

Wen Daguo has gone through vicissitudes of life, and he has seen through his life, whether it is fame or fortune.

He did not expect that after fifty years of stability in the Yujing Yaohuang Pavilion where he sits, the dominance of the Yaohuang Pavilion would be replaced by a small medical clinic in a few months, no, exactly. Said that she was shaken by the little girl who was both practicing ancient medicine and potions.

His pair of lovers, Yao Rong and Fan Zhi, betrayed him.

His apprentice, Cheng Sihai, also died.

The most important thing is that not only the person who moved him, but this time, the Yaohuang Pavilion was completely injured, and the cornerstone was completely injured.

Reports of losses from various pharmacies came one after another, and the losses were much more serious than he had imagined. More than 90% of the rare medicinal herbs were damaged, and more than 80% of the holy medicinal herbs were out of stock.

This time, Yaohuang Pavilion lost more than half a year's supply of medicinal herbs.