Looking at the whole truckload of herbs, Zhang Fan's eyes flickered.
Herbs for the Body Tempering Pill.
A full ten thousand portions!
Still, thinking about the unresolved pharmacological conflict, Zhang Fan was somewhat troubled.
This is just the beginning.
Who knows when he can finally refine a finished product?
"Grandpa Gao, can I borrow your pharmacy?" Zhang Fan said to Old Man Gao.
To be honest, Zhang Fan really didn't want to bother Old Man Gao.
It's already almost eleven now. Old Man Gao isn't as energetic as they are.
Moreover, at this moment, there was a visible trace of fatigue on Old Man Gao's face. This made Zhang Fan feel guilty.
Gao Yuan waved his hand: "Haha! No need to say borrow between us!"
"Then you go rest, I'm busy here!" Zhang Fan said.
"Alright, you know the room, if you're tired just go sleep. Treat the house as your own, no need to restrain yourself." Gao Yuan said.
