Poison doctor Niangzi Shanlihan

Chapter 266 Selling Drugs to Make Money!
"Okay." Zhao Zicheng immediately got up and walked over. He was also curious about how this girl remembered so many prescriptions.

Lin Xiaofu gave the things to him and took them back to the house, and she went to the younger brother's house to look for the inkstone.

Things are not difficult to find. Back then, my younger brother also had a small bookcase, and all the reading things were in it.

The inkstone is okay, but the ink sticks are not much left and cracked.

In addition to the poor quality itself, it has been useless for too long.

Lin Xiaofu took the inkstone to the kitchen to wash it, poured a little water into it, brought half a bowl of warm water, brought them back to the room and put them on the table.

Zhao Zicheng was already opening the yellow bamboo paper, folding and tearing it skillfully, without using a knife.

Lin Xiaofu put the pen into the warm water and began to write, then looked at him silently.

I thought that if he was not in such a situation, he would at least be like Zhao Zifu, and he would have studied for at least ten years.

"I will study ink, and you will write."

Zhao Zicheng cut the paper into two pieces of square size, spread one out on the table, and looked at Lin Xiaofu with a smile.

The last time she was gesticulating on the table with her fingers, but now she can see her writing, so she is naturally full of curiosity and anticipation.

Lin Xiaofu smiled slightly, then sat down at the table, checked that it hadn't been turned on yet, flicked it with his fingertips, and continued to soak it in the water.

"Daughter-in-law, what disease does your prescription treat? Or does it also treat trauma?" Zhao Zicheng sat down beside him and asked casually.

The last time I could make an ointment that was better than Jinchuang medicine, but it was a medicine for trauma.

"I don't know, maybe it's to cure the wind and cold? Or maybe it's to lose weight? Or maybe..."

"..." Zhao Zicheng looked at her dumbfounded.

"Well, I heard it can be cured..."

Lin Xiaofu was about to speak out the prescription, but suddenly paused again, his brows were frowned, he was very confused, what kind of prescription should he write?
cure anemia?cure hair loss?Cure night sweats, insomnia and dreaminess?

"What's the trouble? You sell medicine to make money! Who is the richest! Of course the rich are the richest!"

The space elf became impatient and complained violently.

"It seems to be a health-preserving prescription. I heard that it is eaten by the wife of a wealthy family. I heard...it can regulate the body and have many children and grandchildren."

Lin Xiaofu followed Xiao Baihu's suggestion, and said while thinking.

This is not a tocolytic, nor is it a miscarriage-preserving drug, but it is used by some women who are difficult to conceive to regulate their bodies and increase their chances of conception.

Only when there is a chance to conceive can we talk about anti-fetus.

This kind of prescription must exist in this world, even Lin Langzhong can prescribe a few.

But doctors will prescribe prescriptions with goals and purposes according to their own strength and means. This is the ability and the style of doctors.

Now that Lin Xiaofu wanted to make money, he set his sights on the rich wife.

The worst thing for a rich lady is money, but what is the most worrying thing?
Of course it is a child. Only by giving birth to a child and a son can one consolidate one's own status, support one's back in the husband's family, and truly grasp the real power.

Of course, another question that the space elves don't know is what do concubines of rich families want most?In addition to clothes and jewelry, youthful beauty, of course, what I want more is a son!

Compared with the main wife, they are more eager to consolidate their status and even climb up.

What is the ability to climb up?In fact, it is not the face, but the stomach.

In an instant, Lin Xiaofu's mind was turned a thousand times, and he had an idea.

When the pen was ready, the ink had been ground halfway through the inkstone, and Lin Xiaofu's prescription was formed in his mind, so he picked up the pen and started writing.

　Classmates, vote to continue!Don't stop!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)