"However, since Uncle Shen is unwilling to do it, you're the most qualified person in Jizhou."
Jiang Xinghai looked at the ninety-year-old Du Jingsong. "Since we're doing this, we must be the best."
"Thank you, Duke Jiang, for this great honor. I promise I won't drop the ball." Du Jingsong raised his hand to swear an oath, unable to contain his excitement.
"The most pressing matter now is for me to write out the formula for the Nourishing Essence Pill. I'll have to trouble all of you to help me gather the ingredients. The sooner, the better."
Jiang Xinghai looked around at everyone, picked up a few napkins, and began to write with flamboyant, calligraphic strokes.
The Nourishing Essence Pill formula consisted of thirty-six medicinal ingredients in total.
When Du Jingsong and the others read it, their expressions filled with helplessness.
