The panicked Lemley was quickly smeared with five different ointments of different concentrations and drug contents. The cool feeling on her legs quickly covered up the not-too-serious pain. Lemley, who was put back on the ground, did not flee in panic, but stood on one leg uncontrollably, shivering for a while.

After a while, Lemley, who did not notice any danger, tilted her head in confusion and looked at her worried little master, and then looked curiously at the five small wounds on her legs that were smeared with "strawberry jam" ointment.

It didn't quite understand what happened. Did the little master plan to eat "jam chicken legs" at night? So she pickled herself first?

Lemley, who had lived for a long time, did not dare to defy fate, and knew that she could not defy it. It trembled and cast a pleading look at its two little masters, hoping that they were just planning to eat "jam chicken legs" at night, not "jam roasted whole chicken". Compared with losing legs, losing life seems to be more difficult for it to accept.

After waiting for a while, Jia Lan signaled An Liya to pick up Lemli again. Lemli did not resist and let the little master pick her up, because she knew that with her size, she could not escape the little master's flexible pursuit. It is better to cooperate honestly and suffer less.

It closed its eyes and felt that the leg that had just been smeared with the "strawberry jam" ointment was pulled out by the male human in a robe. She thought to herself: Is it coming? Are they going to cut off my thigh? Yes? It must be, right? But why don't they pluck the hair first? Remember that Mistress Brown did this when she slaughtered her parents, brothers and sisters, and several generations of descendants!

Maybe it's because the little master is not very good at cooking? Don't know how to handle broilers?

Lemli felt that it was her responsibility to remind the little master that even if she became a jam roast chicken, she hoped that she could become a delicious jam roast chicken, instead of being thrown directly into the garbage dump because it was unpalatable. This is her dignity as a chicken!

However, after waiting for a long time, she did not feel any pain. Lemley was a little confused. Could it be that the male human's skill was so advanced that he could cut his legs painlessly?

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He stretched his neck in fear and confusion and looked at his legs. His legs were still there, but the "strawberry jam" applied on his legs had been peeled off, leaving only a small scar of broken skin. Lemley was a little confused. He remembered that he was cut five times, but why was there only one wound?

Jia Lan nodded with satisfaction. The preparation of [Hemostatic Ointment] was very successful. The five batches of ointment have the qualities of [High Efficiency], [Strong Efficacy], [Special Effect], [Super Efficacy], and [Extreme Efficacy]. In his original era, this was also considered an extremely high-quality medicine.

This was entirely due to the old [Blood Mistletoe] of this batch. He underestimated their age. Judging from the efficacy, these [Blood Mistletoe] are at least more than thirty years old, not just ten years. In his original era, it was definitely considered an [Elite] quality medicine.

"Very good! We succeeded! Now, we need to find some jars to put them in!"

Jia Lan was a little worried. This was not his laboratory, and there was no complete supporting logistics staff to prepare these sundries for him.

Jia Si Li suggested: "Teacher! Maybe we can go to the pottery store on the corner to buy some spice jars? The price is very cheap, just two copper danding can buy one, like this..."

She took out a small black pottery jar half the size of a palm from the kitchen at home. Although the shape is a bit clumsy, the size makes Jia Lan very satisfied. With this capacity, a jar of [hemostatic ointment] is just enough to treat a large wound no more than one foot long, or three medium-sized wounds three inches long.

"Okay! Alan, how much money do you have?"

Jia Lan shamelessly borrowed money from his "big money sponsor" again. Alan said with a bitter face: "Jialan, I only have eleven gold talans and six silver jims. I can only lend you six silver jims at most, otherwise I won't even have enough money for the entrance exam."

"It doesn't matter! Lend them all to me! I promise that in an hour, we won't have to worry about tuition fees!"

Jialan said confidently: "Not just the cost of the exam, but the tuition fees, including yours and mine!"

"Are you going to help me pay for the tuition?"

The girl widened her eyes, looked at the ointments in the earthenware, and said hesitantly: "Are you sure these ointments can earn enough for our tuition fees?"

"I promise!"

Jialan smiled. Although he is not a full-time pharmacist, he has taught countless high-level pharmacists. Although the knowledge of pharmacy he has mastered is only theoretical, lacking practical and hands-on experience, he still has a grasp of the efficacy of the medicine.

What's more, they have "heroically" prepared most of the ointment in the earthenware jar at one time, and the effect of the "clinical trial" is also very good. There is no reason why the ointment used to treat wounds cannot be sold.

"Okay!" The girl took out five gold Talans from her purse, thought about it, gritted her teeth and handed the entire purse to Jia Lan.