She doesn't want to pretend anymore

Not only was Manshu well healed, but even Yan Zhan looked much better.

He was injured some time ago, and it was actually a fundamental injury.

Even with Xun Chuyi's Peiben Guyuan Pill, it could only repair part of the disease.

Dietary supplements are indeed a good method.

When Xun Chuyi learned that Manshu had been drinking soup at home these days and had Yan Zhan accompany him every day, he gave him a recipe for food supplement.

Both of them can drink.

It is not about regulating the loss of physical body, but about regulating the loss of spiritual power.

This prescription is not available in ordinary pharmacies.

He had to deliver the medicinal materials to the two of them himself.

The medicinal herbs grown by the Xun family all have some spiritual energy.

Commonly known as spiritual plant.

Their effects are naturally more powerful than ordinary medicinal herbs.

Even the old man followed the medicine and his old ailments improved a lot after taking it for a few days.

At this age, his body and organs are gradually beginning to decline.

Now, after taking it for seven days in a row, I feel like I have regained my vitality.

In short, the old man felt relaxed all over.

Even wanted to keep the family making soup for a few more weeks.

"The herbs your classmate sent are pretty good. Ask him if he has any more."

Old Master Yan was eager to try: "We are not taking it for nothing, give us money!"

"I know that his medicinal herbs must be of good age and come from deep mountains and old forests, so we can pay twice the market price."

"Ask him if he's willing to sell it."

Manshu was speechless. Her grandfather was really plucking the wool of a sheep.

"Wait a minute, I'll ask."

Manshu didn't call, but asked Xun Chuyi directly online.

Xun Chu was very slow in replying to messages.

"Yes, I'll give you another half month."

When Manshu heard this, he thought half a month would be fine.

"Really? Please help me prepare it. It's for the elderly. You know my grandfather. He had a lot of hidden injuries in the past. And because of what happened with my dad, my second uncle, and my grandma, he was hurt."

"I understand." Xun Chuyi agreed.

Manshu thought that Xun Chuyi would at most prescribe medicinal herbs for half a month's conditioning.

Who knew that it would be delivered to my door at night, saying it would be for three months.

"Three months, do you really have that much?"

Manshu was a little bit unbelievable.

Xun Chuyi delivered the things personally.

"Well, three months, just your grandfather eating it alone, that's enough."

Manshu raised an eyebrow: "How much?"

"Three hundred thousand." When asking for the money, Xun Chuyi didn't even blink.

Manshu was also very happy to give.

Because she knew that if this medicine was sold, it would earn at least three million.

Especially the wealthy businessmen in Hong Kong, in order to regulate their bodies, they are willing to spend not only three million, but even thirty million.

Some people have done all kinds of immoral things just to prolong their lives. Isn't that more wasteful than this?

Xun Chuyi obviously knew the value of the medicinal herbs in his hands, so he was not polite to Manshu at all.

"I won't say thank you anymore. If there are good things like this in the future, don't forget me."

Xun Chuyi looked at her silently: "Do you want more?"

"I don't just have a grandfather, I also have a grandmother, grandparents, right?"

Xun Chuyi: “…” Medicine is hard to come by in our circle, but the old man in your family is unwilling to miss any of it.

"We are friends, right?" Mansu winked at Xun Chuyi.

Do you dare to say you won’t give it a try?

"Yes, friend." What could Xun Chuyi do?

After his identity was exposed, Manshu seemed to have more reason to look for him.

Perhaps in Manshu's view, since everyone is the heir of a special bloodline, they are naturally his own people.

We are one family, so why should we be polite?