243: Chapter 243: Configuring the Antidote 243: Chapter 243: Configuring the Antidote After all the dicinal ingredients were prepared, Qin Han turned and entered the inner pharmacy, and seeing that Qin Han did not refuse, Bruce and Dirac followed him in.
Bruce watched Qin Han tinker with the dicine-making tools on the table, feeling sowhat uneasy.
In such a simple environnt, could he concoct a redy that had perplexed the Dirac family for two centuries?
However, Qin Han’s subsequent actions once again astonished him.
Qin Han arranged the fire under the dicine cauldron properly, and once the temperature was reached, he started adding the dicinal ingredients into the cauldron one by one.
“Mr.
Qin, is this how you concoct the antidote, just casually throwing the ingredients in?” Bruce couldn’t help but ask.
“Bruce, do not disturb Mr.
Qin,” Dirac said with a frown.
Bruce then realized that this was not a session of academic research.
An hour later, when the liquid in the dicine cauldron solidified into pills, Bruce beca unsettled, pointing at the cauldron and then at Qin Han, unable to utter a word.
“Alchemy!” Seeing Bruce’s reaction, Dirac had to speak up.
“Yes, exactly!” Bruce quickly nodded in agreent.
Qin Han, seeing Bruce’s reaction, smiled and said, “I didn’t expect you to even know about the alchemy of the Dragon Nation.”
“The West also has alchemists.
It should be quite similar to the alchemy of Dragon Nation, but it’s said to have been lost a long ti ago.
I didn’t expect Mr.
Qin to be so proficient,” Dirac said, sighing.
“In the Sumr Kingdom, there are many people like ,” Qin Han said nonchalantly.
Qin Han was indeed telling the truth without any exaggeration.
As far as he knew, there were five alchemists in the secular world, and the martial arts realm had even more.
Upon hearing this, Dirac fell into deep thought.
The depth of the Dragon Nation amazed him.
Nowadays, the Dragon Nation had surpassed many countries in both military and economic strength, and now he learned about people like Qin Han within the Dragon Nation.
In past international events, the Dragon Nation had always treated others with dignity and grace, and sotis even suffered losses without grievance, leading many nations to believe that the Dragon Nation was easy to bully.
Dirac’s father had once told him that the Dragon Nation was like a lion.
It possessed the patience of a lion but that did not an it was weak; it was simply that their bottom line had not been reached.
Once it was crossed, there would undoubtedly be ferocious retribution.
At that mont, Dirac also secretly resolved to maintain a good relationship with the Dragon Nation in the future, and even if neutrality was necessary, to never stand against it.
“Once the crucial blood is obtained, it will then be possible to rid Dirac of the Gu poison,” Qin Han said with a light smile.
The group then returned to the main hall of the clinic, chatting casually.
Bruce pulled Qin Han aside, eagerly inquiring about the principles of the antidote Qin Han had just concocted, while Xu Bingyan was conversing with Dirac.
Zhang Yalin and Zhong Yuanliang whispered to each other inside the dicine cabinet.
“Big Cookie, when did Qin Han learn English and speak it so well?
Bing Yan is also quite reserved and impressive; it really makes one envious,” Zhang Yalin said, feeling dejected.
Zhong Yuanliang looked at Zhang Yalin with so puzzlent, not understanding what there was to envy, and said, “What’s there to envy?
I’m not going abroad.
Why should I bother learning that stuff?”
“Hmph, that is what you call substance.
A woman needs substance to be appreciated by a man, and a man with substance will be admired by a woman,” Zhang Yalin huffed indignantly.
Zhong Yuanliang casually opened a drawer of the dicine cabinet, took out a piece of chocolate, and started eating it with relish.
As he ate, he said, “What’s ‘depth’?
I just think liking soone is too complicated, having to consider their depth and all.
Martial arts is better, no need to overthink.”
“Pig brain!” Zhang Yalin said irritably.
Seeing Zhang Yalin’s angry expression, Zhong Yuanliang’s eyes shifted around, and he uncertainly said, “Hey, crazy lady, you aren’t lovesick, are you?
Which poor guy caught your eye?
Just tell , and I’ll give you so advice, but if you want to improve your depth, forget it.
With your tigress personality, you just can’t achieve depth.”
“Zhong, big pancake, are you asking for death?” No sooner had she finished speaking than her right hand had already found Zhong Yuanliang’s waist and she started to viciously ‘tornt’ him.
The imnse pain made Zhong Yuanliang want to scream, but he dared not, as there were custors in the clinic.
If he lost face, his master uncle would definitely beat him up, and who knows, his grandfather might also co back ho to deal with him.
Compared to the pain he was now feeling, it seed better to bear it!
“Mr.
Qin, when you were mixing the antidote just now, I understood the part where you added the dicinal materials, but how did the liquid turn into small pills in the end?” Bruce asked curiously.
Qin Han saw Bruce’s baffled face and smiled, saying, “Bruce, you actually didn’t understand the earlier process at all, because if you had, you would know the principle behind forming the pills.
But that’s okay, as you haven’t been exposed to Chinese dicine before, it’s normal not to know these things.”
Actually, Qin Han had another thought that he didn’t express—alchemy, if it could be clearly explained, wouldn’t have so many people failing to learn it; it requires personal insight.
Hearing this, Bruce could only nod and say, “Indeed.”
He knew well that expecting to master the advanced aspects of a completely unfamiliar field right away was unrealistic.
However, a thought took root and began to sprout in his heart.
The efficiency of the Sun-never-sets Empire and the King’s concern for his only remaining son was evident when, just three hours later, the closest blood relative’s sample from across the ocean was delivered into Qin Han’s hands.
Qin Han glanced at the ti and said with a smile, “It’s getting late today.
How about we start the formal treatnt tomorrow, Your Highness?”
“Of course, that would be fine.
But I have a request, Mr.
Qin.”
“Please, Your Highness, go ahead.”
Dirac then said with a smile, “Here, we aren’t bound by international protocols.
Mr.
Qin, could you just call Dirac instead of Your Highness?
It feels more friendly.”
Qin Han was briefly taken aback, then he understood.
This was probably the sadness of the royal family—always revered and served by everyone, yet without any real friends.
“Of course, I can!” Qin Han said.
“Dirac, it’s getting late, would you like to co to my place for a simple al?” Qin Han invited with a smile.
Dirac, visibly flattered, responded, “If it’s possible, it would be a great honor!”
Imdiately after, Qin Han asked Zhong Yuanliang and Zhang Yalin to go to the supermarket to buy groceries to prepare for dinner.
Whether dealing with royalty or governnt dignitaries, Qin Han never went out of his way to please anyone.
Take dinner, for example; as a Crown Prince, Dirac was simply invited to his ho, not to a restaurant.
anwhile, Qin Han also had his own plan: since Dirac was visiting to participate in an economic summit, it was a good opportunity for Yu Wei to get to know Dirac better.
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