Why doesn't the master listen to persuasion?
Forget it, it's fate, it's his difficulty.
At worst, after he administers the medicinal pills to the master, while chaos reigns in City Lord Residence, he can sneak some food and escape to hide for a while.
He knows how chaotic the City Lord Residence has been lately, maybe in some time, all the Evil Cultivation in the city will be eradicated.
And being a pharmacist without having cultivated the Evil Cultivation Technique, those righteous people wouldn't bother him. By then, he'll once again be a revered pharmacist.
"Bring water here."
He turned his head, instructing the pharmacists behind him.
Immediately, a pharmacist carried a cup of tea over, and after Medicinal Practitioner Zheng stuffed the Fifth-Grade Bone-Healing Pill into Yang Tianxiu's mouth, he cautiously fed the tea to Yang Tianxiu.
His heart was also anxious. He knew the efficacy of the Fifth-Grade Bone-Healing Pill.
