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Leng San smiled before saying… “No problem. Call the remaining fifteen patients in because I have concocted all the medicines for the patients…”

At the end of Leng San's voice, everyone was dazzled!!

“What!? You've cooked all the medicines?! How can it be, with just that amount of time?” Again, Mu Zhongluo argued.

“Don't take your slowness as a standard, Elder Mu. It's just that I can concoct more quickly than you…” Leng San raised both his hands to the level of his chin, showing an indifferent expression.

“You!!” Mu Zhongluo's eyes stiffened suddenly. He was insulted by Leng San time and time again.

The Eighty-Third still said nothing but smile, The banter was not a part of the judgment, so there was no reason for him to interfere, only a question had arisen.