Portable Space: The Peasant Princess

The two of them did not return to the Lu Mansion, but went directly to the Ziyun Sect's secret base.

The first thing Gu Panxia did after returning home was to take out the thousand-year-old ginseng and go to Jiyue with Lu Yuan to make medicine for Gu Dahai.

Seeing the two of them arriving at the same time, Ji Yue thought they were here to take care of Hai Hai. Little did she know that as soon as Gu Panxia arrived, she asked him for a stone mortar and some ointment-making utensils.

After the two people asked for something, they started to lower their heads and get busy.

He immediately saw the thousand-year-old ginseng that Gu Panxia took out from the long box, and his eyelids couldn't help but raise.

Ji Yue felt her heart beating wildly. As a doctor, she was very sensitive to this precious medicinal material.

"What are you going to do with such precious medicinal materials?"

Lu Yuan gestured to him to be silent, and looked back at Panxia again.

I saw Gu Panxia cutting the thousand-year-old ginseng into slices, then throwing it into a stone mortar and pounding it.

After a while, I saw her take out a water bag, and then pour the water in the water bag into the stone mortar. Then she took a wooden spoon, stirred the water and ginseng powder together, took it out, and put it into the ointment. in the vessel.

Gu Panxia clapped her hands, "Done!"

Jiyue felt a twinge of pain in her heart, "What are you doing? That's a thousand-year-old ginseng. You're mixing it with water and stirring it. What are you doing!"

"Jiyue, do you have any white cloth?"

Jiyue nodded, "What exactly are you trying to do?"

Lu Yuan held the ointment in one hand and patted his shoulder with the other: "Don't worry, do you think we are people who like to mess around?"

Jiyue was startled, but Lu Yuan was always serious about what he did!

"Then what are you doing with this thing?"

Lu Yuan pointed to the room, "Of course it is for my future father-in-law to heal his injuries."

Jiyue frowned, "I've been tinkering with you for a long time, and you've wasted so many thousand-year-old ginseng slices just to do useless work?"

In his opinion, Gu Dahai's legs were hopeless and lifelong disability was inevitable.

"You have time to tinker with this, why not spend your time getting a movable chair?"

Gu Panxia kindly reminded: "That's called a wheelchair."

Ji Yue suddenly said: "Ah, yes, it's a wheelchair."

Lu Yuandao: "You will know later if your efforts are in vain. Hurry and prepare white cloth strips."

Ji Yue sighed helplessly. Although he felt sorry for the thousand-year-old ginseng, seeing that the two of them insisted on doing so, he didn't say anything more.

He brought a cloth strip and handed it to Lu Yuan, who carefully applied the ointment to Gu Dahai's knee and then carefully bandaged it with the cloth strip.

Gu Panxia covered the remaining medicinal ingredients and handed them to Jiyue, "If we arrive late, please help my father apply the medicine, just once a day."

Jiyue saw that their expressions didn't look like they were joking, and although she felt anxious in her heart, she agreed.

"Sure, I think you are a typical person who won't shed tears until you see the coffin, wasting such good medicinal materials in vain."

After all, he still felt sorry for the thousand-year-old ginseng.

Gu Panxia chuckled, "Medicinal materials are precious and no one is precious. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, let alone thousand-year-old ginseng, even if it is ten thousand years old, I am willing to give it a try."

Jiyue was startled, and then smiled ashamedly. Yes, he felt sorry for that medicinal material, wasn't it because he thought it could save more people?

Lu Yuan chuckled, "Pan Xia is right, medicinal materials are precious but no one is precious!"

There may be a second or third plant of Millennium Ginseng, but there is only one in Gu Dahai!