Holding the list in her hands, Long Xinghe felt a heavy weight on her heart.
A tingling sensation seemed to crawl over her scalp.
The dozen or so items, though not considered high-tech by any means, lacked the aid of instruments and equipment in this era, and each one had to be handcrafted.
Such a task seemed enough to kill a person!
After ten days and nights, sleeping only two hours each day… perhaps, it would indeed be possible to complete the work.
That wretched girl, her calculations clicked with precision, shrewd indeed!
However...
Long Xinghe lowered her gaze, looking at the bottle of medicine in her hands.
Chu Qianli said she carried remnants of poison left by the Medicine Man? Okay, that could be counted as an act of kindness from that wretched girl.
Though she felt nothing wrong with her body, if Chu Qianli, as a master of medicine, as a Divine Doctor, said she was poisoned, then she was.
Take some medicine, rid the body of poison, and all would be well.