Chapter 100

At nine o'clock the next morning, Han Zhen drove to Yiren hall, a traditional Chinese medicine pharmacy in the North District of Yanzhou City.

Because Xi Feiyu told Han Zhen that Yi Ren Tang had a copy of Wu Yang over 300 years old. However, this medicine is the treasure of their shop. It has been collected all the time, but never sold.

Han Zhen came here to buy this Wuyang.

In China, the aura is thin, and the power of heaven and earth is weak. There are many difficulties in communicating with heaven and earth, and the process of building foundation is just to communicate with heaven and earth, and to print the seal of Avenue in one's own body.

Han Zhen lacked experience last year, and the foundation building process was not satisfactory, so his accomplishments were limited. In the same realm, his cultivation is not as powerful as those natural holy sons and saints, and his mastery of the power of heaven and earth is also slightly inferior.

Now that he was living in China, it was more difficult for him to build a foundation. Therefore, he needed to refine Yingu grass and Wuyang to achieve Jieyin pill. Using the power of jieyindan, we can create a perfect road seal at the moment of foundation construction.

Han Zhen wants this Wu Yang.

It's nine o'clock in the morning. Yiren hall has just opened. There are not many patients in the drugstore.

When Han Zhen walks into Yiren hall, he finds that the decoration here is antique and has a strong sense of time. I think this Yiren hall has some history.

Han Zhengang just walked into Yiren hall, but heard a girl's voice of surprise: "Mr. Han, why are you here?"

Han Zhen Wen Yan looked, but met an acquaintance, Ji Siyu.

Ji Siyu is still a light dress, but even if she doesn't use powder, she still looks fresh and pleasant. She is supporting a middle-aged woman, who seems to be young, but mentally depressed and physically weak.

Han Zhen walked over, "I see you again, Ji Siyu!"

"Mr. Han, why are you here?" Ji Siyu holds his mother fan Shaojing tightly.

"I'm here to buy medicine. Is this your mother?" Han Zhen knew that Ji Siyu had a mother suffering from diabetes, and the middle-aged woman in front of him was mentally depressed and looked ill.

"This is my mother." Ji Siyu introduced.

"Hello, aunt!" Han Zhen always has a good attitude towards the elderly, which is due to his conscious debt to his parents.

"Hello, Hello! Are you Xiaoyu's friend? " Fan Shaojing saw Han Zhen dressed in ordinary clothes, but he was calm and didn't look like an ordinary person. Naturally, they don't look at it like children next door.

"Yes, we've met a few times." Han Zhen replied.

"Oh, only a few times?" Fan Shaojing is a little strange. She seems to see something in her daughter's eyes.

"Yes, Ji Siyu did me a favor."

"Xiaoyu is a warm-hearted child." Fan Shaojing loves her children very much.

"My aunt came to Yiren hall today to buy medicine?" Han Zhen asked.

"I heard that Chinese medicine has developed a traditional Chinese medicine that can treat diabetes," my mother and I came to buy a box. Ji Siyu worked in duanyufang some time ago and got some salary. Although she only got several thousand yuan, she still hopes to use it for her mother's illness.

"Diabetes is basically hard to cure. But I heard that the medicine developed by the doctors of Yiren hall is very effective. Although some expensive, but for the sake of illness, I still hope to come and try! " Ji Siyu said, looking forward to it.

Her mother suffered from this disease for many years. Whenever she had a chance, she wanted to come and have a try.