Rice Cooker Pharmacist

Chapter 187 The Rice Cooker Pharmacist (4,000 words)

Mr. Di'an arrived very quickly.

The screeching sound of the brakes showed his urgent desire to save his father.

However, when Di'an saw Ningdu, he was still taken aback.

Although he knew from the internet that this 38th generation descendant of the pharmacist family was very young.

But when I actually met them, I found out that they might not even be twenty years old.

Too young!

Moreover, he has such fair and delicate skin, and is handsome and sunny.

Does it have anything to do with the pharmacist profession?

Shouldn't pharmacists be old men with a strong smell of medicine, hunched backs, and white beards?

Oh well, maybe appearances really do play a role.

"Hello, Pharmacist Ning, I am—"

Di'an wanted to introduce himself, but Ning Du didn't have time for small talk.

He interrupted him directly, saying, "I understand your situation. Hurry up and go! Oh, and please pay my bill; these are all paid for..."

"Yes, it's possible."

Di'an stood there with his mouth agape, unsure of what to say.

In the blink of an eye, he saw that Pharmacist Ning had already gotten into the car.

The computer salesperson was asking him to swipe his card!

Di'an didn't waste any time and swiped his card directly.

This small amount of money is about the price of a pair of underwear he bought.

"Why only one set? Bring two more sets. Since it's what Pharmacist Ning wants, make sure you have enough, more is better. Hurry up!"

Di'an then scored several more goals in a row.

Just kidding, even when buying underwear, you don't just buy one pair, you have to buy several.

Ning Du sat in the car watching Di'an's performance and nodded repeatedly.

He's truly a kind and honest person!

Hurry up, Di'an also got on the bus, took out a black card and handed it to Ningdu.

"Pharmacist Ning. I've already had someone buy the medicinal herbs you mentioned, and I also have some at home. Please see if you need anything else, and I'll prepare it right away. There's some money on this card; you can overdraft if needed. Consider it an advance payment for your assistance."

"There will be a reward after I save my father."

Di'an was very polite, and Ningdu nodded slightly in return.

He readily accepted the money. Money talks, no matter the world.

The more civilized the world, the more important money becomes.

"Saving your father is a small matter. I have another favor to ask of you."

"Please speak!"

Di'an's eyes lit up. He wasn't afraid of the alchemist having requirements; he was afraid of having no requirements at all.

If they have requirements, it means they are really confident; if they don't, then it's just a trial.

"I need to participate in the martial arts tournament through your family. Give me a spot. Don't ask any more questions or interfere with anything else."

Ning Du then proposed the first main mission.

Some things can be accomplished without you having to do them yourself.

Leverage the momentum!

This is a very important skill for surviving in another world. It was something Teacher Qin specifically taught him during his intensive tutoring session.

Never underestimate the abilities of indigenous peoples. Because you never know if the world you go to will have its own local deities.

"No problem, Pharmacist Ning. As long as you save my father, everything is negotiable. I can arrange it right away!"

Di'an readily agreed; to him, it was a trivial matter.

He could even imagine why Pharmacist Ning would participate in the martial arts tournament through his family.

It must be that Pharmacist Ning's own family is preventing him from going.

Too young!

If a pharmacist were to challenge someone to a martial arts contest, even the head of the family wouldn't allow it.

Then the only option is to run away and try somewhere else.

This is a perfect opportunity to see their family's situation. Help them with medical treatment and then exchange them for a spot—it's a simple matter.

Di'an had almost figured things out in his mind.

Ning Du smiled slightly at him, knowing from the way the kid was imagining things that there was no need for further explanation.

The car arrived at its destination quickly. Along the way, the car passed through traffic lights without any obstruction, which shows the status of the family in the city.

Surrounded by armed bodyguards, Ning Du entered the gate of the house.

Although it's called a private villa, in Ning Du's eyes it looks more like an estate, covering hundreds of acres.

The villa is even more imposing, built like a post-apocalyptic castle.

The building is decorated in a black stone style, with five security checkpoints. After entering, you first pass through a narrow laser detection corridor before reaching the main hall.

At this moment, people were already waiting in the main hall.

A weeping old woman, a smoking noblewoman, and a burly man dressed in martial arts attire, a white bodysuit, a full set of tiger claw armor, and with broad shoulders and a thick waist.

Ning Du glanced at them and knew who they were.

The old lady of the first family, the eldest daughter of the first family, and the eldest son-in-law of the first family.

Upon seeing Di'an return with outsiders, the group immediately rose to their feet. The eldest son-in-law angrily rebuked, "Your father-in-law is nearing his end, he could pass away at any moment, where have you been? And who is this man?"

Di'an was clearly a little afraid of his brother-in-law, and he began to speak softly and stopped walking.

"I've gone to find someone to save my father. This is Pharmacist Ning, the 38th generation descendant of a martial arts pharmacist family. He has a way to save my father!"

"Nonsense! Where did this quack doctor come from, a martial arts pharmacist? He's probably just a charlatan!"

"Alright, Zhou Hu, stop talking. My brother was just grasping at straws in his desperation, so don't scold him. He meant well."

"Yeah, stop arguing!"

The eldest daughter, Di Xin, stepped forward and pulled Zhou Hu away. The old lady also chimed in to try and break up the fight.

Di'an gritted his teeth and said, "Let Pharmacist Ning give it a try. Anyway, you can't do anything about it. Maybe Pharmacist Ning can help."

"I don't believe it! This charlatan will only make my father-in-law die faster and in more pain."

Zhou Hu looked Ningdu up and down.

At this moment, Ning Du could clearly feel a unique aura emanating from Zhou Hu.

Is this an attempt to intimidate me?

Or is he testing me?

Ning Du simply smiled. If he weren't preoccupied with the main quest, he could have slowly maneuvered around this family and managed to maximize his gains.

But now, unfortunately, he doesn't have time.

He only had two days to complete the first main quest, so Ning Du said to Zhou Hu, "How can I make you believe that I am a pharmacist?"

Zhou Hu stepped forward and said, "Didn't you say you came from a martial arts family? A martial arts family can't possibly not know how to use qi, right? Come on, show me."

Zhou Hu beckoned to Ning Du, signaling him to give him a performance.

Ning Du stepped forward, looked at him, and said, "Sorry, I've only learned killing techniques; I can't demonstrate them."

Zhou Hu scoffed upon hearing this: "Killing techniques? You're just a con artist."

As he spoke, Zhou Hu's hand, carrying a strong gust of wind, reached out to grab Ning Du's wrist.

Small grappling techniques, joint locks!

Seeing that he actually dared to make a move, Ning Du no longer held back.

What a waste of my time! Anyone dares to show off in front of me, the Rice Cooker King.

Raise your hand, throw a punch, and triple the power!

boom!

With one punch, Zhou Hu was sent flying, his body crashing directly into the huge mural on the wall.

The tiger on the mural, which was perfectly fine, had its head smashed open.

"Oh my God!"

"Zhou Hu!"

"Pharmacist Ning, please stop—"

Everyone gasped in surprise, and the bodyguards, their hands on their guns, hesitated, unsure whether to intervene.

Zhou Hu clutched his stomach and stood up from the ground, but pushed his wife away and told his bodyguards to get lost.

"Get out of my way! You really are a martial artist, impressive fist power! But I can't tell which martial arts family you belong to. Let's try again!"

Zhou Hu assumed a fighting stance, his hands forming tiger claws, and charged forward with a tiger's roar.

The energy flows throughout the body, and the ferocious tiger devours the horse!

With a swift and powerful lunge, it aimed straight for Ning Du's neck.

Ning Du activated her Mind's Eye and gave him a careful look.

Yes, the Qi in this world is indeed unique, providing almost a 100% boost to the physical body.

Unfortunately, he didn't develop any special skills; he only strengthened his physical body. In Ning Du's eyes, he was still too weak.

Seeing Zhou Hu pounce, Ning Du still didn't have the slightest idea of ​​turning into a rice cooker.

He dodged with a paper doll technique, then moved to Zhou Hu's side, and then turned his palm into a pot, slamming it onto Zhou Hu's forehead with a clang.

He knocked Zhou Hu unconscious to the ground with a single blow. A good-sounding head is a good head!

"what?"

"Zhou Hu!"

"Pharmacist Ning, what's wrong with you—"

Ning Du looked at Zhou Hu and said, "Don't worry, he'll wake up soon. I didn't hit him too hard. Can you take me to see your father now?"

"Yes, yes, Pharmacist Ning, please!"

Di'an quickly led Ningdu onto the private elevator and headed up to the upper floors of the villa.

Inside the elevator, Di'an kept staring at Ning Du's hand, which had turned into an iron pot.

Ning Du laughed and flicked his hand, transforming back to normal: "What, never seen this kind of transformation move before?"

Di'an chuckled and replied, "I've heard that powerful martial artists have all sorts of strange abilities, like flying or burrowing underground."

Yes, it controls fire and turns water. But I've never seen it turn into an iron pot like this before. It looks a bit like—"

Ning Du interjected, "Like those monsters hiding among humans, right?"

Upon hearing this, Di'an's smile immediately froze.

Ning Du asked with a smile, "Then how do you distinguish the monsters hidden among humans?"

Di'an quickly replied, "Blood, pupils, and fake skin."

Ning Du conjured a small knife from his finger and cut a small opening in his skin so that he could see clearly.

"Red blood, you're not a monster anymore. Why don't you take a look at my pupils and skin?"

Di'an quickly licked Ning Du's blood with his tongue, and then relaxed completely.

"You are not a monster, you are definitely not a monster."

Ding, fourth floor reached.

Ning Du was the first to walk out, and when he pushed open the heavy door, he saw all kinds of professional medical equipment and a whole medical team.

"Young Master Di'an, what brings you here?"

Di'an waved for the private doctors to step back and invited Ningdu to come forward and take a look.

Ning Du glanced at it and confirmed that the information he had found was correct; it was just an old injury or hidden ailment flaring up.

This is exactly the kind of injury that alchemy can save. To be honest, even Wang Hama could probably handle this kind of injury, without even needing a resurrection spell!

Ning Du nodded and said, "It can be saved!"

Then he turned to Di'an and said, "Bring all the medicinal herbs over, the older the better."

"Okay, I'll bring it right away!"

Upon hearing the words "can save," Di'an was overjoyed and immediately ran to find someone to fetch the medicine.

Ning Du walked to the bedside, put his hands behind his back, and looked at the old man who was covered in various tubes.

Slowly, Ning Du said, "I don't know if you can hear me. But I'm telling you in advance, I can save your life and extend your life by several decades. Of course, there's a price to pay. You have to help me win the martial arts tournament, the more the better. Or take me to find someone who can help me win the tournament. How about it, is this deal okay? Blink if you heard me?"

When Ning Du saw that the old man's eyelids actually twitched twice, he immediately chuckled.

I knew these indigenous families must have a way.

What?

Foolishly go to participate in competitions and slowly climb the ranks?

Tsk tsk, that's such a stupid thing to do.

Unless you're truly invincible, do you even know what behind-the-scenes manipulation is, or which event the organizers are protecting?

When it comes to completing tasks, you have to use every means possible.

This rice cooker king is here to get high scores, not to act like a moral gentleman.

Soon, Di'an had people carry box after box of medicinal herbs to the scene.

Ning Du glanced at them briefly and found that the medicinal herbs in this world were not much different from those in other worlds, except that they might look a little different.

But the medicinal properties are not much different.

That's one of the advantages of a stable, civilized world—you can always find something useful!

Let's begin!

It's impossible for Ningdu to turn itself into a rice cooker.

It's not just a matter of whether it will scare them; the main issue is that refining this few pills won't be enough to make him transform.

"Uh, do you have a rice cooker? Yes, yes, the kind for cooking rice will do, any size is fine, bring a few more. Okay, hurry up!"

Ningdu casually asked for two rice cookers and immediately started refining.

Grab a handful of medicinal herbs, stomp on this one a few times, tear that one a couple of times.

Right in front of these doctors, Ning Du began his performance, leaving the doctors utterly speechless.

It wasn't until Di'an explained to them that this was a martial arts pharmacist.

They all suddenly realized what was happening, and then they became very excited, not only taking out their phones to take pictures, but also following along to learn seriously.

Ning Du was somewhat surprised; the identity of a martial arts pharmacist was so useful.

It seems he underestimated the status of pharmacists in this world.

No, it seems I need to climb to a higher level.

In no time, the rice cooker finished refining the medicine. Before taking it out of the pot, Ning Du had to pick it up and shake it himself.

"Your rice cooker's temperature control isn't very good. You should get a better one next time. It doesn't even have a high-pressure mode. You can't be this stingy with your money."

"Pharmacist Ning, how do you know so much about rice cookers? Have you always relied on them for refining medicine? Not some ancient alchemy furnace or something?"

"Nothing special, just practice makes perfect. What's this talk of alchemy furnaces, keeping up with the times!"

Shake it for a while until it's about ready, then open the pot!

In other words, Ning Du felt embarrassed to grab some rice or dirt in front of others; otherwise, the ingredients could have been even more economical.

Oh dear, how come I'm almost like my master now?

The pharmacist profession corrupts people!

Each batch contains a dozen or so pills, all of which are the simplest healing pills.

The medicine's potency should be quite good.

Ning Du took out a large one, blew on it twice, and rubbed it on his armpit to make it shiny. Hmm, that looks reliable now.

perfect!

"Pull out the tubes, quickly, pull them all out!"

The tube was quickly pulled out, and Ning Du shoved it directly into the old man's mouth.

"Eat, push hard, oh dear, I need to help you smooth it out!"

He shoved the pill directly down the old man's throat with one hand, then, like lifting a roast duck, he pinched his neck and shoved it down.

This action, at first glance, is not much different from murder, and Di'an's face turned green.

But it doesn't matter. Once I swallow this pill, my fate will be in the hands of heaven, not in my own!

The old man suddenly sat up straight and began to gasp for breath.

Ning Du clapped his hands and exclaimed, "It's alive!"

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