Super Field Energy Controller

Indeed, as Yang Fan said, if you really want Tang Zuoyun to die, just sit and watch the show. Why go through so much trouble to make the Tang family run around in circles? Is it a sense of accomplishment?

Tang Anya looked at Yang Fan deeply, frowned slightly, and said: "Master Yang, I don't understand one thing. Do you have to use a pressure cooker?"

Yang Fan smiled, then sighed: "It's all due to life. If you can't afford a toilet, you have to get a spittoon, right?"

If there is no good alchemy furnace, you have to get a pressure cooker first, right?

No one present understood the deep meaning of it except Yang Fan himself.

The place for refining medicine was quickly found. It was a quiet martial arts training ground. The most important thing for martial arts training is privacy. Therefore, except for the people of the Tang family, no one else is allowed to approach here on weekdays. Now it has become an excellent place for refining medicine.

Under Yang Fan's command, the pressure cooker was placed on a temporary frame in the center of the martial arts training ground, and the high flame device seemed to be right below it.

Just as preparations were made, Tang Zuoyun, who was in a coma, was secretly escorted here, and Tang Xinzhai naturally appeared as well.

Tang Xinzhai looked at the two things in the center of the martial arts training ground with a look of surprise. When he learned from Tang Anya about the purpose and usage of these two things, especially when he learned that Yang Fan was going to throw Tang Zuoyun into a pressure cooker to stew him, Mr. Tang, who had seen countless storms in his military life, was in a mess in the night wind.

If it were someone else, and he dared to do this to his only son, Tang Xinzhai, who was famous for his hot temper throughout the military, would have slapped him in the face.

However, the person who was going to do this now was Yang Fan, and the purpose was to save people, so he finally endured it.

Tonight was the full moon, and a bright moon was hanging high in the sky, casting silver light on the world, making the martial arts training ground clearly visible without turning on the lights.

In the cold winter season, the night wind was cold, and Yang Fan, who asked the Tang family for two more sets of clothes and wrapped himself tightly, began to personally deal with various mutant plants whose medicinal properties were unknown to others.

As Doctor Gu waited anxiously, Yang Fan picked up a strange mutant plant, cut its rhizome with a knife, picked out a long, tough purple-red tendon from the center, and threw it into the pressure cooker.

Then, Yang Fan picked up another fungus-like mutant plant and shook it gently, and light blue spores fell into a bowl with half a bowl of water. He poured the water and spores into the pressure cooker.

Then, Yang Fan picked up a stamen that looked ordinary from a mutant snow lotus and carefully put it aside for use.

Watching Yang Fan handle various mutant plants with almost no thinking, Doctor Gu was worried.

But he knew that he had offended Yang Fan and couldn't bring himself to ask in detail. He could only keep his eyes wide open and remember Yang Fan's treatment methods for each mutant plant, and slowly ponder it when he was ready.

What he didn't know was that Yang Fan's treatment of these mutant plants was no longer limited to the form, but was flexible according to the pill formula.

The same mutant plant, in different prescriptions, has completely different parts and medicinal properties.

After dealing with more than a dozen mutant plants, Yang Fan kept picking from the common medicinal materials, grabbing more than 20 kilograms of medicinal materials, and poured them all into the pressure cooker, and then said to Tang Anya: "Can you find a bigger bag later? I want to pack up the remaining medicinal materials and take them away."

Everyone present looked at the at least hundreds of kilograms of common medicinal materials and the 20 or so kinds of valuable mutant plants, and they were all speechless.

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