Elder Yan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the closed door, and suddenly sneered:
"Refining the elixir is naturally not a problem, but the key is, I wonder if General Pei will still want it."
Pei Zhongtian asked Ye Xiyue to help check his pulse yesterday. He was already disrespectful to him as the chief alchemist. Now he even left Ye Xiyue in for treatment, and he was kicked out. This news spread, and he did not know what would happen.
How much cynicism.
"I think Ye Xiyue is very powerful. Maybe there won't be any need for others in the future."
This "other person" naturally refers to himself.
Pei Wenzhi frowned.
Of course he could hear Elder Yan Feng’s dissatisfaction, but this situation was not caused by him!
After all, isn't it all the fault of Elder Yanfeng himself? If he hadn't changed the prescription privately, causing his father to coma, how could everyone be in such an embarrassing situation now?
Everyone in the Pei family knew that he personally escorted Ye Xiyue here, and he didn't know how to explain it later!
Who is not annoyed?
But Elder Yanfeng was a sixth-grade alchemist after all. Although Pei Wenzhi was somewhat dissatisfied with him in his heart, he still did not dare to show it too obviously.
He suppressed his anger and said:
"In the final analysis, she is just a third-grade alchemist. She is just relying on some heresy. The real discussion depends on you."
These words finally made Elder Yan Feng feel better.
Pei Zhouping also nodded in agreement: "Second brother is right. You have been responsible for taking care of my father in the past few years. Without you, my father's health would not be able to survive until now."
Pei Zhouping didn't want to see Pei Wenzhi and Elder Yan Feng join forces, and he also didn't want Pei Qingyu and Ye Xiyue to gain the upper hand.
So his attitude has always been mild and vague.
Elder Yan Feng's eyes swept across their faces, and he knew exactly what the two brothers were thinking.
In the past, he would have ignored these things, but it was different now. He had a vague feeling that Pei Qingyu was the one who needed to be vigilant most.
——Who made him have Ye Xiyue beside him?
That woman... is really dangerous.
Thinking of this, Elder Yan Feng withdrew his gaze.
Through the doors and windows, they could not see what was going on inside the house.
"Let's look at her."
What kind of waves can be made?
…
Time passed and the room became silent.
Pei Zhongtian was lying on the bed. At a certain moment, his chest suddenly shook and he spit out a mouthful of blood!
"Ahem! Ahem!"
He turned sideways and coughed violently.
"grandfather!"
Pei Qingyu felt happy and quickly stepped forward,
"How are you?"
Ye Xiyue let go of her hand, her lips turned pale, and the broken hair on her forehead was already wet with sweat.
She let out a gentle breath.
This time she not only cleaned up some of the toxins for Pei Zhongtian, but also used her own spiritual power to help warm his meridians, which consumed a lot of money.
Pei Zhongtian's coughing gradually became quieter. The bedding and the front of his clothes were stained with black and red blood, and a faint smell of rotten leaves filled the air.
He leaned back on the bed to adjust his breathing, and then finally slowly opened his eyes.
There was a faint blood color in the depths of those weathered eyes, and the fatigue could not be concealed in the brows, but the gloomy aura had subsided a lot.
Although he was weak, he finally regained consciousness.
Pei Qingyu and Uncle Yang both breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Xiyue stood up and walked aside, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down another prescription.
Then she came over and handed the things to Uncle Yang:
"Please help me prepare the medicinal materials here."