"His injury has not been fixed yet, so you try not to move him when he is lying on the bed. In addition, don't let others see him recently, so as not to mistreat treatment and displace his lumbar joints."

Feng Jiu explained, but he didn't hear him reply for a while. Then he looked up and saw him staring at her blankly with a strange look on his face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Heng came back to his senses, looked at the medicines, and asked, "Where did you come from those things? Don't tell me that you made them yourself."

Although those are not elixirs, they are medicinal liquids, and only pharmacists can prepare medicinal liquids. How could he be a traitor, even things that their alchemist can't do?

"Oh, this one!"

Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Didn't I say it? My family's secret recipe passed down by ancestral families, this ointment has no other use, and it can only cure broken hands, feet and bones. As for the other medicines, they are all given to me by others. Even if I can't refine elixirs, there are also elixirs you give me in my Qiankun bag! And there are quite a few."

Hearing this, Luo Heng was puzzled, but he knew that what he said was very reasonable. Although he was just a choreographer, he was good at running errands and sweet-mouthed, so many alchemists would give some elixirs of relatively low grades as rewards.

Speaking of this, there is nothing to be surprised about Feng Jiu's medicinal liquid that even an alchemist can't match.

"Well, okay! I've recorded everything you said." He nodded, sorted the medicines on the table, and then said to Feng Jiu: "I'll leave the matter here to me, I'll record everything, don't worry!"

"Okay." Feng Jiu nodded, and then told him some other things in detail before leaving first.

The next day, she wanted to go to the Eighth Peak under the name of giving away spiritual medicine to her mother, but when she walked out of the cave, she saw her mother coming from not far away.

She was stunned for a moment and quickly stepped forward: "Uncle Master, what's wrong with you?" It was funny to think about it. She was obviously her own mother, but she knew her identity, but she was called Uncle Master.<>

"You live here?" Shangguan Wanrong looked at the simple cave behind her and frowned slightly.

"The Servant disciple lives here." She said with a smile and narrowed her eyes, asking, "Do you want to go in and sit?"

"Yes." Shangguan Wanrong nodded and entered the cave with her.

When she entered, she found that the cave was not only small, but also incomplete, and there was no place to bathe. Thinking of her not even a place to bathe, she couldn't help feeling guilty.

She lived in such a place to find her and became a servant in Sanyang Peak. She was a mother who was not only not taking care of her for so many years, but also let her experience such a life. It was really unfair.

"Sit." Fengjiu signaled, poured her a cup of tea, then looked at her with eyes and asked with anticipation: "Can I call you mother?"

Hearing this, Shangguan Wanrong held her heart and looked up at her daughter with expectant eyes in front of her. Her eyes couldn't help but feel hot. She stretched out her hand, stroked her face gently, and asked softly: "Then can you listen to your mother?"

Hearing this, Fengjiu smiled happily and said in a light tone: "Mom, what do you mean?" If her father knew that she had found her mother, he would be very happy.

"Get out of here quickly, leave here, and go back to your father."
Chapter completed!