I have a promise with the beauty

After Yang Qingshan left the hospital, he went to Hua Tuo Hall non-stop. He sat behind the counter in the lobby with a sharp knife, waiting for someone to hand over his wrist, take his pulse, and ask for a prescription. But as soon as he sat down,

Half an hour later, the elegant cup of jasmine tea on the counter had gone cold.

"Haha... Go slow, Boss Zhang. I will reward you next time. The Jinchuanglu you want will be available in three days." Hua Yiran sent away a strong boss with a crew cut with a smile on his face, and then laughed.

Sitting next to Yang Qingshan.

"Who? Doesn't look like a boss, with that build and soldier." Yang Qingshan asked.

"That's right. You said you could refine Jinchuanglu. I immediately contacted the buyer. As a result, someone from the local army contacted me that day. It was a big deal of 3.5 million yuan in one go." Hua Yiran said with a smile.

"Thirty-five thousand bottles, three and a half million is one hundred bottles. Mr. Hua, what do you think of me?" Yang Qingshan asked with a sad face.

"Money-making machine, come on, I'll give you three days, you must complete it, otherwise... haha."

"What else do you want to do, your sister, I still respect you considering your age, but don't fall in the eyes of money." Yang Qingshan said with some contempt.

Hua Yiran disagreed and said calmly: "You think three and a half million is enough. Do you know how much money you can make in a year by selling Jin Chuanglu in a pharmacy in the capital?"

"How many?"

"Add two zeros, at least 300 million." Hua Yiran stretched out two fingers and said: "And this is just a normal business. In my early years, when I was a drug boy, I heard the old man say that there are people in this world.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are still many monsters that cannot be dealt with by ordinary soldiers. Special soldiers are needed, and they are also soldiers born with no hope of being born. They go to fight, but Jin Chuanglu has a price but no market."

Yang Qingshan's eyes widened. This was the first time he heard about monsters. He never thought that a hopeless cultivator who had acquired the ultimate ability could only earn a living by working as a special soldier.

"How much gold have you refined?" Hua Yiran said with a smile, looking forward to it.

"Ahem, it hasn't started yet."

"Damn it." Hua Yiran was furious: "You said you knew how to refine it. I thought you did it, but it turns out you didn't. Go and refine it quickly. In three days, you have to complete a hundred bottles of Golden Dew, and you also need to

When refining Shenqi Pills and Dingshen Pills, don’t sit here and wait for someone to take your pulse. These days, most of the people who take pulses are elderly Chinese medicine practitioners, so stop playing around.”

"No, I am promoting the medical skills of the Chinese nation, you can't stop me." Yang Qingshan turned his face and sat as steady as a rock.

"Are you willing to take his pulse?" Hua Yiran asked the patient who was taking the old Chinese doctor's pulse. As a result, they shook their heads in tacit understanding.

"See, you're learning medical skills and finding someone to practice. Everyone has seen your purpose. Let's go to the warehouse at the back to make elixirs. Your learning of medical skills is left to me, an old man. I've been a medicine boy for ten years.

, the level is not generally high." Hua Yiran said angrily, and dragged Yang Qingshan away by force.

Yang Qingshan sat depressed in Hua Yiran's secret room and saw a brand new clay elixir furnace on the table.

"Don't be surprised, the news that there are pills in Nanyang City spread quickly in the industry. A few days ago, an old man said that he had no money, so he took this out in exchange for two boxes of Dingshen Pills. He wanted to live longer, haha,

You've made a profit, the current market price of this clay alchemy furnace is four million." Hua Yiran said proudly.

"The old man suffered a loss." Yang Qingshan said very considerately, waving his hand for Hua Yi to avoid it.

Countless medicinal materials had been prepared in the secret room, which also saved Yang Qingshan the time to find medicinal materials. He closed his eyes to sort out his thoughts, and then began to refine the Golden Dew.

Jinchuanglu can be said to be the most advanced trauma medicine. It is an upgraded version of Jinchuangsan and Yunnan Baiyao. When applied externally to the wound, it will take effect immediately. A bottle of it feels like toilet water and has a fragrance. Although the medicinal materials required are average,

Refining is a bit difficult, and the price is a bit expensive. Of course, the price of 35,000 per bottle is nothing to immortal cultivators, so it is very popular.

Yang Qingshan is not short of money now, but there is no guarantee that he will not be short of money in the future. Using the experience accumulated when refining Shenqi Pills and Dingshen Pills, he succeeded in refining Jinchuanglu for the first time. The clear concoction in the new clay elixir furnace exudes intoxication.

The aroma of the medicine was like old wine. Yang Qingshan was drunk and handed Jin Chuanglu to Hua Yiye firmly.

Hua Yiran was sorting out the warehouse, took a look, smelled it, and then took out a dagger.

"Stretch your arms."

Yang Qingshan rolled his eyes and stretched out his arm. Hua Yiran made a cut without hesitation, and blood immediately flowed down. Then he poured some freshly baked gold dew and applied it on the wound. A magical scene appeared, and the wound was visible to the naked eye.

It healed quickly, leaving only a shallow scar.

"That's right, you can refine the middle-grade golden dew the first time. Keep up the good work." Hua Yiran said with a smile.

"Can you find a little white rabbit or something for the next test?" Yang Qingshan said seriously.

"This is a pharmacy, not a zoo." Hua Yiran said with good reason.

"Well, I happen to have a little white rabbit now. Haha, you guys can have a good chat when you have time." Yang Qingshan said with a bad smile, and then continued to refine the gold creation dew with a grimace.

Yang Qingshan spent three days and three nights refining this time. He was as tired as a tuberculosis, and his face was as white as snow. However, he watched a hundred bottles of golden dew being put into the box and successfully completed the three and a half million yuan.

Business, Yang Qingshan felt that it was all worth it, but what surprised Yang Qingshan even more.

"Thirty-five thousand for a bottle, tsk tsk tsk..." Yang Qingshan said with a sigh.

"Haha, thirty-five thousand is not expensive, this bottle can last half a month." Hua Yiran said as he packed the box.

"I'm exhausted. I wonder if there is a bonus?" Yang Qingshan looked like he was about to die, bending down and beating his back.

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's go. I'll take you to take a bath and feel comfortable." Hua Yiran said movedly.

"Old man, you definitely have that kind of hobby. I despise you." Yang Qingshan said with squinting eyes.

"You are thinking wrongly, I despise you, let you see how we live at our age." Hua Yiran and Yang Qingshan teased each other for being disrespectful.

Coming to the legendary bathing center, Yang Qingshan saw what the elderly's lifestyle was.

There were a group of girls in short skirts and off-shoulders for you to choose from. Hua Yiran waved his sleeves in a stylish way. The girls retreated. Several masseuses appeared holding wooden buckets with ambiguous eyes. They looked at Hua Yiran expressively, as if

Yang Qingshan felt a little disappointed as he was an old lover whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Haha, this shop is opened by an old friend of mine. Whenever I have a headache or a fever, I come here to get a massage. It's very comfortable. I feel refreshed after a night's sleep." Hua Yiran took Yang Qingshan with him.

He walked into the box and said happily.

"Enjoyed enough, but little brother, I want to know how that Shenma spent the whole night? It won't be a night without talking." Yang Qingshan said with a strange smile.

"I sleep alone." Hua Yiran said angrily: "If you want to know, you can test it. Don't worry, don't tell Lu Yao and the others."

"Mr. Hua."

"what."

"You are wilting."

"Ha ha……"

"Haha, Mr. Hua is always strong, we have two private rooms." Yang Qingshan was angry and suddenly said with a bad smile.

"Go aside. The more I get to know you, the less serious you become. No wonder the old man said you were idle. Separate a private room? You want to eavesdrop." Hua Yiran said, defeated by Yang Qingshan, and lay down with a wave of his hand.

Yang Qingshan smiled and said nothing. This was his first time taking a bath. It felt fresh, but he was still a little disappointed that there was no legendary girl. However, when his feet were being massaged, Yang Qingshan lay still and looked to the side.

Hua Yiran grinned, and Yang Qingshan felt that it was worth coming.

"Young people are in good health. Even if they try their best to massage, they can't make the customers suffer." The masseur said with a bitter smile.

"Haha~ Does it hurt?" Yang Qingshan asked knowingly.

"Just look at Boss Hua and you will know."

"I'm old." Hua Yiran said resignedly.

"What! You don't do that kind of business here? Haha... All bathing centers are doing that kind of business. Stop talking nonsense and call all the girls here. I want to take a look at them one by one!"

The noise of customers could be heard outside the door, and several masseurs who were massaging Yang Qingshan and Hua Yiran frowned at the same time.

"I'm sorry, we are a regular bathing center and we really don't do that kind of business. Oops! How can you hit people!"

"It's the boss's voice. I'll go out and take a look." Hua Yiran suddenly became nervous: "This kind of thing happens often, hey."

"Let me go, you are an old man." Yang Qingshan smiled, put on a bath towel casually, and walked out with a nonchalant expression. When he saw a group of people beating up a gray-haired boss, he immediately became confused.

He got angry and without saying a word, he went up and beat the people around the boss away.

"It's okay." Yang Qingshan pulled up the boss and secretly used the Dayu Jue to melt the blood on the boss's body.

"Who are you?!" A young man walked out of the group and shouted disdainfully.

Yang Qingshan turned around and took a casual look, and suddenly saw two men with philtrum beards in the crowd. They were probably Japanese, so he was too lazy to talk and helped the boss to the sofa in the hall.

This act of ignoring people immediately ignited the anger of a group of people. Among them were two burly men. They rolled up their sleeves and hugged Yang Qingshan's arms, trying to throw Yang Qingshan out. As a result, Yang Qingshan ran out of light.

But it didn't move anywhere.

"Muscles like bricks." Yang Qingshan shook his head in surprise, then glanced at the two guys who seemed to be Japanese, and with a flick of his arms, the two strong men were thrown out.

"Oh..." The two guys who seemed to be Japanese exclaimed at the same time and said a lot of bird sounds.

"Your sister is really Japanese." Yang Qingshan felt very unlucky. The good mood of the massage disappeared instantly, and he looked at the group of people who were about to fight with cold eyes.

A Japanese stopped everyone, chirped to his companions, then took out a business card and handed it to Yang Qingshan.

Yang Qingshan rolled his eyes and didn't even look at the business card. He felt that if there was a fight in this place, the boss would probably bring disaster to the fish pond, so he hugged the boss's thin body and wanted to leave, but the group of people stopped and there was a loud bang.

At the same time, he blocked Yang Qingshan.

"What?" Yang Qingshan said coldly.