The True Essence of Making Medicine (3)

The Pharmacists' Union was the most lively on this day. Unlike the usual bustle, it was purely lively today. All the pharmacists put down their work. Whether they were newcomers or veterans, they all gathered in the front hall of the Pharmacists' Union excitedly, almost filling the entire front hall.

"Yun Feng is really here?"

"This news is absolutely true! If I can get a few words from Yun Feng, I'll benefit a lot!"

"Indeed. She was already a three-star master many years ago. Who knows what level she has reached right now?"

"The Zen Master Level, of course! Needless to say! I'll benefit for the rest of my life after hearing what a Zen Master Level pharmacist said!"

Everyone was discussing excitedly, and there was no lack of envy, jealousy and hatred in their eyes. Some people were envious of Yun Feng's achievements, and there were certainly people who didn't believe her in their minds. This was normal. Yun Feng didn't care about such gazes at all.