Chapter 590 Sang and Quan (3)

Sang Jian turned his head and looked at Mr. Li.

A head of white hair mixed with a few black strands.

Sang Jian remembered that when he came here at the age of five, Master Li and Wang Ye were still young and high-spirited middle-aged people.

People who practice Taoism like them will stay young forever.

In order not to be suspected, they have to grow old at a normal human growth rate.

But Sang Jian found that in recent years, their eyes were no longer as bright as before, which was a sign of real aging.

With the development of science and technology, spiritual energy is becoming more and more rare. They rely on spiritual energy to practice. Without spiritual energy, they will naturally become ordinary people.

Sang Jian pursed his lips and patted Mr. Li on the shoulder, "I'll go check on him later. You go back first. The nurse sister will come back later and see you and will take you for an injection."

Mr. Li shivered and immediately waved: "Goodbye."

Before leaving, he reminded you again, "Next time, take the time to wake up. If we hadn't stopped you this time, you would have been dragged out and buried on the third day."

After all, I slept for so long and couldn’t wake up no matter how I screamed.

Sang Jian: "."

Not long after Mr. Li left, the sister who brought Sang Jian food came back.

Then the director came with a group of doctors.

Under the watch of a group of people, Sang Jian finished his meal and was taken away for a check-up.

Apart from being malnourished and weak, there was no other problem with his whole body.

This seems strange.

After sleeping for a whole week, there is nothing wrong with your body?

While everyone was studying, Sang Jian was also sent back to the room.

Not long after returning, Sang Jian sneaked into the prince's ward.

The prince had been sent back, and he was holding the exploding pot in his room and crying loudly.

If Sang Jian saw it correctly, the pot he was holding was a rice cooker?

This alone is enough to make people think he is mentally ill.

"Grandpa Wang, who are you...?" Sang Jian entered the room and said hello.

Seeing Sang Jian, the prince sobbed and said, "Oh, little Sang Sang is awake? Is traveling around the world fun?"

Others don't know what happened during those few days when San Jian fell asleep, but they know it well.

All her body functions are normal, but her soul is gone.

They called this situation "soul wandering", but Sang Jian didn't explain it to them.

"It's okay." Sang Jian replied, walking to the prince and squatting down, "You are not using this thing to make elixirs, are you?"

Speaking of this, the prince could no longer hold back his tears. "UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuWhat otherwise? There is too little spiritual energy, and my alchemy furnace is useless. I can only use this pot, but this pot cannot bear it at all" So much energy!”

"This is my last pot, wuwuwu~"

Sang Jian: "."

An old man with an afro, his face blackened, sat on the ground holding a pot and crying.

The picture is really beautiful.

Sang Jian quickly smiled, "Give me the alchemy furnace and I'll help you practice it!"

The prince stopped crying and said, "Are you still going to travel as a soul?"

Sang Jian nodded, "Yeah, so I came to ask you if you want to help. The reward will be your alchemy furnace."

"I want it!" The prince quickly shook off the broken pot in his arms, stood up and dug out a stack of papers from the bedside table.

"Alchemy furnaces are all trivial matters. The main reason is that I have written these thousands of prescriptions and have no chance to try them. If you have a chance, give these to me to try. If you have a chance, help me record which ones work and which ones need to be modified."

"."

Sang Jian took the thick stack of paper and instantly felt hopeless.

She just wanted to help them get the heavy body tonic pills they needed, but she didn't expect that he had prepared so many pills!

Isn’t the reward only a pill furnace too small?