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"All right, all right. Since you're proficient in refining poisons, you should know how to refine medicine too, right?"
Hearing that, Dugu Bo nodded with difficulty.
Since ancient times, medicine and poison had been two sides of the same coin. He had immersed himself in the path of poison for decades, and his grasp of pharmacology had long since become second nature.
Though he could not refine high-grade pills that boosted Soul Power and rivaled soul skills, basic medicinal pills for treating external wounds and regulating internal injuries were something he could make with ease.
Ye Yun nodded faintly.
That made things easy.
He could arrange for Dugu Bo to teach the ordinary members of the family how to refine pills. There was no need for high-grade secret medicines; as long as they could treat some basic illnesses, that would be enough.
As the thought settled, Ye Yun directly took out a healing potion.
At the side, Dugu Yan's heart tightened. She instinctively clenched her fists, looking toward Dugu Bo with eyes full of worry.
The next second, Ye Yun flicked his wrist and stabbed it hard into Dugu Bo's thigh.
"Hiss—!!!"
A sharp sting instantly swept through his entire body. Dugu Bo trembled violently, sucking in a cold breath as his face tightened at once, the pain making his brows knit fiercely together.
But that stinging pain lasted only a moment before vanishing without a trace.
In just a few breaths, the lingering pain in his meridians that had accumulated over the years, along with the aches from old injuries, all disappeared. His whole body felt incomparably light.
Dugu Bo's pupils contracted. He stared at the emptied syringe in Ye Yun's hand, startled and uncertain.
No.
It was not just that his injuries and pain had healed.
He