Through a layer of translucent, misty light, True Spirit Yuan Hao and True Person Yuan He watched the black-robed cultivator sitting blankly on the bed in the cell. After a long while, True Person Yuan He hesitantly spoke: "This man is rather well-fed."
"He was only fattened up over the past two days," Yu Sheng casually remarked from the side. "I heard they feed him more than a dozen kinds of pills a day. That stuff is nutritious and absorbs quickly, and someone even helps refine it..."
True Spirit Yuan Hao pondered briefly, then turned to look at True Spirit Yuanling. "Junior Brother, is it possible for you to concentrate the pills you use to deal with heretical prisoners in the future? Make their effects more potent, and you could save yourself some effort."
"Ah, pills can't be concentrated casually. If their effects are too potent, they'll harm the body. They need harmonizing and soothing ingredients mixed in," True Spirit Yuanling immediately said with a solemn expression. "In the end, even if this man is a heretical prisoner, I'm still a physician—a physician must have a benevolent heart. I even prescribe him half a jin of Qi-Smoothing and Spirit-Calming Powder every day."
As soon as he finished speaking, the veiled female guard beside them lowered her head and said, "Master, his subconscious resistance has become increasingly severe the last two times he took his medicine. He even struggles from time to time while under the illusion."
True Spirit Yuanling raised an eyebrow. "Then add another half a jin of Qi-Smoothing and Spirit-Calming Powder, and have him wash it down with two jin of nourishing soup."
After saying that, he stroked his beard and sighed again. "A physician must indeed have a benevolent heart."
True Spirit Yuan Hao and True Person