Chapter 51: Not a Miracle Doctor, but a God of Medicine_1

He Wushang received the Power Pill, took a knife and carefully cut half of it, swallowing it down.

Wow!

The next second.

Crack, crack, crack...

This year, He Wushang, who was over seventy years old and frail as he was, somehow managed to break a wooden railing about seven or eight centimeters in diameter by the roadside with a mere stretch of his arm!

"This this this..."

Filled with shock and terror, He Wushang stared at his own hands and then rushed headlong into the herb shop, found a place, and began to study the half pill of Power Pill.

After an indeterminate amount of time, He Wushang slowly walked out.

"Divine Doctor He, this Power Pill... Can you replicate it?" Baldy Qiang asked again.

He Wushang shook his head, his face full of admiration as he said, "This pill is simply a snatch of the heavens' creation, so miraculous, I can't refine it, I just can't... Mr. Baldy Qiang, could it be that this medicine is..."

"This medicine was refined by Mr. Ning," said Baldy Qiang.