novellhall Chapter 104 People say my backup plan is very sharp.
Chapter 104 People say my backup plan is very sharp.
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Fortune Comes Theater.
Fu Chen stood on the stage, with various potion ingredients laid out in front of him.
Cleansing Grass, Blood-Coagulating Flower, Dragon's Blood Grass, Phoenix Tail Flower, Snake Saliva Fruit, Spider Orchid...
It was packed full, filling half the stage.
Fifty pairs of eyes in the audience were fixed on the materials.
Great, these guys seem to be taking this seriously!
If this continues every day, what's there to worry about in not improving their grades?
But gradually, Fu Chen realized something very serious.
They didn't seem to be paying attention.
It was the look of someone who was hungry.
Fu Chen's heart skipped a beat.
not good.
These bastards didn't eat lunch, they're amazing. Don't they know that now that the school has closed down, they have to find their own food?
Where is this canteen?
He took a deep breath and spoke first: "This afternoon, in the potions theory class, I'll make a statement first."
He picked up a Qingling Grass: "This cannot be eaten."
She picked up another blood-clotting flower: "This one can't be eaten either."
He picked up another dragon's blood grass: "This one still can't be eaten."
Finally, he picked up a snake saliva fruit: "This one, in particular, should not be eaten."
A collective sigh of disappointment rose from the audience.
"What can it do?" Liu Haitao raised his hand.
Fu Chen remained expressionless: "Refine the medicine."
"Can I eat it after refining it?"
"able."
"I knew it would work! That's all there is to it." Liu Haitao said confidently.
"You're going to eat it all in the end, so what's the difference between eating it sooner or later?"
Fu Chen: "..."
He couldn't argue: "Then you can eat it now, it'll save you time decocting the medicine."
"Yeah, yeah."
Quan Jiafei: "Brother Chen, just let us try it, anyway, vegetables are vegetables, and these potions are vegetables too."
My grandmother once said, "You have to taste the herbs to know if they're good or bad!"
Tang Renhui pretended to look at the sun in the sky and quoted his grandmother's classic saying.
Fu Chen closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Open your eyes again.
"OK."
He nodded: "You want to try it, right?"
Everyone nodded frantically.
"Alright then."
Fu Chen picked up a Qingling Grass.
"Who wants to go first?"
The entire room fell silent.
No one raised their hand.
"What? You're scared now?"
Liu Haitao raised his hand: "I'll go."
Fu Chen tossed the document to him: "Cheng Hui, sixty yuan."
Liu Haitao: "???"
"I think Qingling Grass sells for about twenty yuan a plant outside?"
Fu Chen: "You don't pay for your food?"
"Yes, I know food costs money, I was just about to give it to you!"
Liu Haitao reluctantly took out sixty yuan.
Fu Chen smiled.
"Next."
Everyone laughed awkwardly.
No, bro, we were just joking. We don't have money for food...
"Alright, stop fooling around and focus on the lesson."
Fu Chen picked up the Qingling Grass and began to explain.
"Clear Spirit Grass, the most basic ingredient in potions. Its characteristics are..."
"Brother Chen!" Edwards raised his hand.
Fu Chen fell silent.
Why is it called the Cleansing Grass?
Fu Chen was stunned for a moment.
This is a fairly normal question.
"Because of its cooling medicinal properties, which can clear one's mind, it is called Qinglingcao (Clearing Spirit Grass)."
"oh…"
Edwards seemed thoughtful:
"What if it's not refreshing?"
"What?"
"If it doesn't have a cooling effect, is it called 'Dirty Spirit Grass'?"
Fu Chen remained silent.
"What if it's half cooling and half not cooling?"
Quan Jiafei chimed in, "Is it called Wenlingcao?"
"What if he's gay?" Liu Haitao joined the discussion.
"Is it called 'One Zero Grass'?"
"What if..."
"Stop!" Fu Chen asked them.
"If this grass grows entirely in mud, and eating it causes paralysis, shouldn't it be called an alpaca?"
"Damn it!"
Everyone fell silent.
Then, after a moment of thoughtful consideration, he nodded emphatically.
"Yes, alpaca!"
Fu Chen rubbed his temples.
The thought processes of this group are truly convoluted.
"There are no 'ifs'," he said, emphasizing each word. "It's called the Cleansing Grass because it's about clearing away... no, clearing away toxins, do you understand?"
Everyone nodded.
"Then let's continue," Fu Chen picked up the Blood Coagulation Flower: "The Blood Coagulation Flower's characteristics are..."
"Brother Chen!" It was Edwards again.
"What's wrong now?"
Why is it called the Blood Clotting Flower?
Fu Chen took a deep breath: "Because it can cause blood to clot."
"Oh..." Edwards nodded.
"What if it prevents the blood from clotting?"
"What if the blood is half-coagulated and half-uncoagulated?" Quan Jiafei asked again.
"What if..."
"Grass mud horse" (a vulgar expression).
Everyone fell silent again.
Looking at this group of people, Fu Chen suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
He recalled a saying: When you are facing a group of fools, don't try to reason with them, because they will drag you down to their level and then beat you with their rich experience.
He's being dragged down right now.
And it pulls very quickly.
"Family members," he said softly.
"Can we please focus on the lesson? Stop asking these irrelevant questions?"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Brother Chen," Liu Haitao said cautiously, "we didn't do it on purpose, we were just curious."
"Yes," Quan Jiafei agreed.
"We're too quick-witted, so we think about problems more comprehensively. Please bear with us, Brother Chen."
Fu Chen looked into their sincere eyes and sighed.
"Alright, let's continue."
He picked up the dragon's blood grass.
This time I learned my lesson and struck first.
"Dragon's Blood Grass, named for its color resembling dragon's blood. Its key characteristic is its exceptional vitality, which promotes wound healing. Any further questions?"
The crowd shook their heads.
Fu Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"Next, let's talk about how to process these materials. First, the Cleansing Grass needs to..."
After listening for a while, almost everyone inevitably felt drowsy.
Fu Chen was at his wit's end.
It's common for him to be clueless when asked questions; he'd just finished speaking and then forgotten the next moment. Fu Chen was almost at his wit's end.
"Brother Chen!" Chen Jiaxin raised her hand.
Fu Chen's eyelids twitched: "Speak."
"I have a question."
"What's the problem?"
"These ingredients look just like the vegetables my grandma grows."
Fu Chen was stunned for a moment.
He looked down at the Qingling Grass in his hand.
Then he looked at the blood-clotting flower next to him.
Then I looked at the dragon blood grass in the distance.
Don't say it.
It's really a bit like.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Haitao exclaimed excitedly.
"The Spirit Grass looks like cilantro! The Blood-Coagulating Flower looks like a carrot! The Dragon's Blood Grass looks like spinach!"
"The phoenix tail flower looks like a rapeseed flower!" Quan Jiafei added.
"Snake saliva fruit looks like a cherry tomato!" Edwards exclaimed enthusiastically.
A group of people started discussing it animatedly, getting more and more excited as they talked.
Fu Chen stood on the stage, watching the group of people match the potion ingredients with the vegetables one by one, and he was completely dumbfounded.
They weren't in Potions class.
They were at the vegetable market.
"Grass mud horse" (a vulgar expression).
He managed to say with difficulty, "These aren't dishes."
"But it looks like a vegetable!" Liu Haitao said confidently.
"Resemblance does not mean it is."
"What if we stir-fry it?"
Fu Chen took a deep breath, then another.
Suddenly.
Their brows unfurled like cream.
He seems to know how to handle these things.
He simply replaced the original medicinal herbs with the vegetables that they thought looked similar.
If this is done, then the situation where those technical terms confuse all students will no longer occur.
"You bastards, as you say, now the Spirit Cleansing Grass is cilantro! The Blood Clotting Flower is a carrot! The Dragon Blood Grass is spinach!"
"Okay, that's settled then!"
Fu Chen nodded in satisfaction: "Then let's continue. The method for processing the Qingling Grass... no, the radish is..."
The next two hours were the longest two hours of Fu Chen's life.
Of course, this wasn't the first time he'd felt this way.
After all, the longest period of time has already passed, and the even longer period is yet to come.
For every sentence he uttered, someone would ask a question.
The questions asked were bizarre and absurd.
Can cilantro be steeped in water and drunk?
"cannot."
"Then you're wrong, Brother Chen. Cilantro really can be steeped in water and drunk."
"..."
Can carrots stop bleeding?
"cannot."
"You're wrong, Brother Chen. Couldn't you have just said that?"
Fu Chen felt dizzy: "So what the hell are you talking about, carrots or blood-clotting flowers? Holy crap!"
"If it can't stop the bleeding, can it stop other things?"
"Stop what?"
"Pain relief?"
"That's a painkiller, not a blood-clotting flower."
"No, Brother Chen, I meant carrots."
"Carrots can't do anything!"
"Didn't you say that carrots are the same as blood-clotting flowers?"
Fu Chen: "..."
He covered his face and gave a bitter smile.
It seems like he's not as smart as these people; it's really ridiculous.
"..."
Fu Chen was halfway through his speech when he suddenly realized a problem.
This group of people isn't learning potions.
They were testing the limits of his patience.
He checked the time.
Four o'clock in the afternoon.
One hour left.
He gritted his teeth and continued speaking.
"Next, let's talk about the combination of materials. The combination of Qingling Grass and Blood Clotting Flower can be used to make basic healing medicine."
The combination of Qingling Grass and Dragon Blood Grass can be used to refine advanced healing medicine. The combination of Coagulation Flower and Dragon Blood Grass can be used to refine…
"Brother Chen!" Liu Haitao raised his hand.
Fu Chen closed his eyes.
"explain."
What can you make by combining Qingling Grass and coriander?
Fu Chen opened his eyes.
"What did you say?"
"Cilantro!" Liu Haitao said earnestly.
"Didn't you say that Qingling Grass looks like cilantro? So what would you make if you put Qingling Grass and real cilantro together?"
Fu Chen fell silent.
Looking into Liu Haitao's sincere eyes, he suddenly realized that the question wasn't entirely without merit.
but.
"There's no cilantro."
He said with difficulty, "You don't need cilantro in potions."
"Brother Chen, you don't know anything about alchemy."
Fu Chen humbly asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Quan Jiafei explained, "Cilantro doesn't have healing properties, right? If you use cilantro and Qingling grass together to make a potion, and the final potion has healing effects, doesn't that prove that Qingling grass can also make cilantro have healing effects?"
"Then what about using scallions?" Yao Zhi'ai asked.
"That's also acceptable."
"Ginger?" Yao Zhiai asked again.
"That should work."
"garlic?"
"Can."
"star anise?"
……
These people really treated Potions class like a cooking class.
"Alright..."
Fu Chen opened his eyes, feeling pained and powerless:
That's all for today's lesson. Tomorrow morning, we'll have practical training.
He really didn't have the energy to give these guys a theoretical lesson.
Otherwise, you could literally walk in circles and die...
"Real combat?" Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Yes." Fu Chen nodded: "In tomorrow's advanced lesson, I'll teach you how to fight effectively."
The crowd cheered.
Finally, I don't have to learn potions anymore.
Seeing their excited expressions, Fu Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's better to beat someone up tomorrow than to be tortured today.
The next morning at eight o'clock.
Fortune Comes Theater.
Fu Chen stood on the stage, with dozens of protective gear in front of him.
Helmet, armor, knee pads, wrist guards...
"Family." He picked up a helmet:
"Today's training session is practical."
Everyone looked at him excitedly.
"But," Fu Chen changed the subject.
"Before you start hitting someone in class today, you need to learn how to protect yourself. Each of you should wear one set of these protective gear."
Everyone began to put on protective gear.
Five minutes later.
Fu Chen looked at the group of people below the stage and nodded silently.
Liu Haitao wore his helmet backwards, with his face facing backwards.
The whole family wore their armor backwards; the armor on their backs was in front.
Chen Jiaxin wore her knee pads on her arms.
Edwards wore the wristband on his ankle.
The others were even more bizarre and varied.
The whole scene looked like a group of mentally ill people cosplaying.
Fu Chen remained silent for three seconds.
Then we started correcting them one by one.
Twenty minutes later, everyone was finally dressed correctly.
"it is good."
Fu Chen clapped his hands.
"Let's begin the lesson. Today I'll teach you a secret technique."
He lowered his voice mysteriously: "Right hand punch."
Everyone pricked up their ears.
"The rear hand punch, as the name suggests, is a fist hidden behind the body."
Fu Chen explained, "In a fight, you use your first hand to draw attention, and then suddenly strike with your second hand to catch your opponent off guard."
This situation is encountered in many actual battles; it's called a feint.
A feint with the first hand followed by a real strike can sometimes be fatal.
He demonstrated it.
First, he feinted with a lead punch.
Then he suddenly threw out a punch with his right hand.
boom!
The air itself crackled with a sharp sound.
Everyone was stunned.
"Brother Chen is awesome!"
"That punch was so cool!"
Teach us! Teach us!
Fu Chen nodded in satisfaction.
"Don't rush, there's something even more amazing."
He took something out of his pocket.
Flesh-colored.
Tiny.
It's almost invisible when you hold it in your hand.
"What is this?"
Liu Haitao leaned over to take a look.
Fu Chen smiled slightly and put the item on his hand.
Then clench your fist.
The flesh-colored substance blended seamlessly with the skin, making it almost impossible to tell the difference.
"This is…"
He paused for a moment: "Flesh-colored, that is, skin-colored brass knuckles."
Everyone was stunned.
"A knuckle duster?" Quan Jiafei asked, puzzled.
"For use in actual martial arts combat?"
"Yes, wear it on your finger, and its power will be doubled in actual combat."
And because it's flesh-colored, it's difficult for the proctor to notice.
He demonstrated it.
He punched the sandbag next to him.
boom!
The sandbag was punched and a dent was made.
Everyone gasped.
Holy crap!
"That's incredible!"
"Brother Chen, give me one!"
Fu Chen waved his hand: "Don't rush, everyone will get a share."
He pulled a bunch of flesh-colored brass knuckles out of his bag.
He ordered this last night.
It was specially prepared for these idiots.
"One for each of you, try them on."
Everyone took the brass knuckles and excitedly put them on their hands.
"Brother Chen, how do I wear this?"
"Brother Chen, I can't get it on!"
"Brother Chen, isn't this too small?"
"Brother Chen, why is mine curved?"
Fu Chen went over to take a look.
Liu Haitao put the brass knuckles on his thumb.
Quan Jiafei put the knuckle duster on his middle finger and even stood it up.
Chen Jiaxin put the brass knuckles on her wrist.
Edwards went even further, wearing brass knuckles on his toes.
.........
obsolete.
It's really ruined.
These guys are completely useless; they don't even know how to use a condom.
So that's why the birth rate of such useless people is so high.
He took a deep breath.
"Brothers," he began with difficulty, "knuckle dusters are worn on the fingers."
"Which finger?" Liu Haitao asked.
Four fingers.
Which four?
"Except for the four fingers of the thumb."
"Oh……"
Liu Haitao began to make adjustments.
After adjusting for ages, I finally got it right.
"Come on, let's give it a try!" Liu Haitao put on his gloves, pursed his lips excitedly, and punched the sandbag.
With a hissing sound.
Liu Haitao lay on the ground, clutching his right hand in obvious pain.
"Help! I think I've broken my hand!"
Fu Chen took a look.
He put the raised part of the brass knuckles into his palm.
"It's the convex side, facing outwards."
"Oh... I think I've broken my arm, what should I do?"
Fu Chen shook his head: "It seems... does it or doesn't it?"
Liu Haitao: "It might be broken."
"It might be broken, but is it also possible it isn't?"
Yup!
Liu Haitao suddenly realized.
Then he made further adjustments.
Others also made adjustments.
Twenty minutes later, everyone finally got it right.
Fu Chen looked at the fifty people below the stage, fifty fists, and fifty pairs of flesh-colored brass knuckles, and nodded in satisfaction.
In any case, they have no way to learn proper martial arts techniques, since their individual martial arts level is too low.
Therefore, I can only learn some attack methods used by ordinary people.
"Alright, let's start practicing now. Pair up and practice with each other. Remember the key points of the rear hand punch: use the lead hand to draw the opponent in, and then strike with the rear hand."
The group was divided into teams.
Liu Haitao flew to the whole family.
Chen Jiaxin consulted the Chinese divination.
Tang Renhui to Edwards.
……
Inside the theater, chaos erupted.
"First hand! Second hand! First hand! Second hand!"
"Ah! You hit me! You damned Feng Liuyao!"
"Fuck your mother's stupid tarot cards, this is aimed at you!"
"I'm so sorry, I couldn't control myself!"
"It's okay, it's okay, did I hit you?"
"No, you're shooting at thin air."
"Oh……"
Fu Chen weaved through the crowd, observing and providing guidance as he went.
"Liu Haitao, you were too slow to react!"
"Flying Family, don't use so much force with your lead hand, save some energy for your follow-up hand!"
"Chen Jiaxin, don't close your eyes! Why would you close your eyes when you're hitting someone?"
Chen Jiaxin complained: "It's not that I'm afraid of hitting Hua Gua, it's that I don't want to see Hua Gua's scumbag face..."
"Edwards, how did you manage to hit yourself in the face with your right hook?"
"Tang Renhui, you hit Yao Zhi'ai, not air!"
"Yao Zhi'ai, don't hide! What are you hiding from?"
The entire theater was in chaos.
But gradually, some people started to get the hang of it.
Liu Haitao delivered a backhand punch, striking Quan Jiafei's protective gear.
boom!
The whole family took three steps back.
"Holy crap!" Quan Jiafei's eyes widened. "That punch was so heavy!"
Liu Haitao was also stunned, looking at his fist: "I...I hit him?"
"right!"
"That powerful?"
"right!"
The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Fu Chen together.
Fu Chen smiled slightly: "The effect of the brass knuckles."
"Awesome!" they both exclaimed in unison.
Others who saw this also became excited.
For a moment, the theater was filled with the sound of banging.
Although most people can't hit the target accurately, the occasional punch that lands is quite powerful.
Fu Chen looked at the group of people and nodded in satisfaction.
The effect is good.
Once they've mastered the skills, they'll definitely get high scores in the next monthly exam.
perfect.
Just then, Liu Haitao suddenly ran over.
"Brother Chen! Brother Chen!"
"What's wrong?"
"Look at this!" Liu Haitao raised his hand.
There was a trace of blood on his brass knuckles.
Fu Chen was taken aback: "Who did you hit?"
"No one was hit." Liu Haitao shook his head.
"Where did this blood come from?"
Liu Haitao scratched his head: "I was hitting the sandbag just now, and it broke. It was my own sandbag."
Fu Chen looked at the sandbag.
There was a hole in the sandbag.
The rags stuffed inside were showing.
Fu Chen was stunned.
Is brass knuckle really that powerful?
He walked over and examined the sandbags carefully.
It wasn't a direct attack on the tiger.
The sandbag was already torn.
but.
Liu Haitao's punch landed squarely on the wound.
So it looks like it's been punched through.
Fu Chen's lips twitched.
The luck of this group is truly unparalleled.
"Brother Chen," Liu Haitao said excitedly, "Wasn't my punch awesome?"
Fu Chen looked at his expectant eyes and nodded.
"Yes, that's awesome."
Liu Haitao grinned.
Others gathered around, looking at the hole and marveling at it.
"Holy crap, Liu Haitao, when did you become so amazing?"
"If that punch landed on someone, wouldn't it punch right through them?"
"Liu Haitao is awesome!"
Liu Haitao, flattered by the praise, started bragging again.
"That's right, I've been practicing for a long time! You don't know, I secretly practice boxing at home every night!"
Fu Chen was very pleased to see his smug look.
Anyway, the desired effect was achieved.
With their confidence boosted, the group trained even harder.
After a morning of practice, everyone had grasped the basic principles of the rear hand punch.
Although the movements were still crooked and awkward.
Although the accuracy rate is still abysmal.
But the drive was there.
Looking at them, Fu Chen suddenly felt a pang of emotion.
This group of people, although they have mental problems.
Although he lacks talent.
Although he's good at nothing.
However, they are willing to practice.
This is enough.
"That's great, your right hand punches are getting sharper and sharper, that's a good thing."
"Alright!" He clapped his hands. "That concludes the morning class. We'll continue with potion theory this afternoon."
The smiles on everyone's faces froze instantly.
"Brother Chen," Liu Haitao said pitifully.
"Can I not learn potions?"
"Can."
Why?
"Because it's on the exam."
Everyone fell silent.
Fu Chen: "..."
"Potions class at 2 PM. No lateness allowed."
He turned and left.
The wails of the crowd came from behind.
-
Two o'clock in the afternoon.
Fu Chen stood on the stage, with the same materials still in front of him.
The fifty people in the audience looked listless, like wilted eggplants.
Fu Chen looked at them and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"Fuck you!"
He cleared his throat.
"I have good news."
Everyone looked up.
"This afternoon, we won't be studying theory."
Everyone's eyes lit up.
"Then what should we learn?"
"Let's learn practical skills." Fu Chen picked up a Qingling Grass: "Let's refine medicine directly."
The crowd cheered.
"but."
The crowd quieted down.
"You can taste the medicine you've concocted yourselves."
The entire room fell silent.
A deathly silence.
"Brother Chen."
Liu Haitao asked cautiously, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously."
What would happen if you tasted it?
"I don't know." Fu Chen shrugged. "Refer to what I practiced during my previous exams. It might cause diarrhea, it might make me stupid, it might cause both diarrhea and stupidity. Or it might just be nothing at all."
"Of course, with your abilities, having a one in a trillion chance of successfully concocting that magic potion is incredibly impressive."
The crowd erupted in excitement.
Hua Gua looked at Chen Jiaxin with ill intent and asked Fu Chen, "Can the potions I make be given to other people?"
Chen Jiaxin: Same question.
Fu Chen: "..."
"No, you can only consume it yourselves. I won't repeat myself. You'll have to decide for yourselves. If you're afraid, then do everything you can to refine the potion."
After a long while, Quan Jiafei gritted his teeth and said, "I'll do it!"
Fu Chen looked at him: "You've got guts, are you sure?"
"Confirmed!" The whole family jumped up.
"I've thought about it. If this stuff works like a laxative, then I can just eat it while I'm on the toilet, right? A piece of cake."
Fu Chen nodded.
remarkably brave.
"Okay, then come up here."
The whole family flew onto the stage.
Fu Chen handed him a set of refining tools.
"Follow the steps I just explained, one by one. First process the Cleansing Grass, then the Blood Clotting Flower, and then fuse them."
The whole family nodded and began operating.
To prepare the Qingling Grass, wash it clean and cut it into sections.
To prepare blood clots—wash them clean and remove the stems.
Fusion – Place in a stone pan, heat, and stir.
Although the movements were clumsy, the steps were all correct.
Ten minutes later, a pot of pale green liquid appeared in the stone slab.
"It's done!" Quan Jiafei shouted excitedly.
Fu Chen walked over and took a look.
The color is normal.
The odor is normal.
The texture is normal.
It seems... it really worked?
He could hardly believe it.
Is Quan Jiafei some kind of genius who succeeded in concocting medicine on his very first try?
"Brother Chen, can I try some?" Quan Jiafei looked at him expectantly.
Fu Chen hesitated for a moment.
Theoretically, there shouldn't be any problem with this pot of medicine.
but.
"Try a little," he instructed, "just a little."
Quan Jiafei nodded, dipped a little bit with a small stick, and put it in his mouth.
The entire audience held their breath.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Quan Jiafei's expression began to change.
From white to red.
From red to purple.
From purple to...
black.
Why is there another Edwards?
Fu Chen's heart tightened.
Come again?
Quan Jiafei clutched his stomach, his face contorted in pain.
"Brother Chen... I... I feel..."
"What do you feel?"
"It feels...like...nothing's wrong?"
Fu Chen was stunned.
Nothing?
Why did it turn black?
Quan Jiafei stood there for a while longer, and his complexion gradually returned to normal.
The blackness faded.
He stretched his body and revealed a surprised expression.
"Brother Chen! I feel so much lighter! I even started reminiscing about my childhood!"
Fu Chen fell silent.
This is...
This is a flashback!
This is an out-of-body experience!
"Brother Chen! I want to try too!" Liu Haitao rushed up.
"Me too!"
"Me too!"
A group of people swarmed forward.
Fu Chen couldn't stop him no matter what.
For the next hour, the theater was in chaos.
Fifty people took turns going up on stage to refine medicine.
The medicine that was refined was colorful.
Some are green, some are red, some are purple, and some are black.
After tasting them, they were all quite bizarre.
Some started hiccuping.
Some started farting.
Some started dancing.
Some started singing.
The entire theater felt like a party at a mental hospital.
Fu Chen stood on the stage, watching this scene, his lips twitching.
He clearly wanted them to concoct healing medicine.
The result was a series of bizarre medicines.
pat.
Finally, someone collapsed to the ground.
Then two, three, four.
Fu Chen finally felt relieved.
I almost thought they were capable of successfully refining it.