Chapter 951 (1/2)

”Can you solve the problem of poisoning in the wasteland?” Fu puling suppressed his inner excitement and asked in a low voice.

Di Jiu had already begun to collect the gold needles, nodded and said, ”yes, but now it's not the completion of the treatment. I still need to deal with these herbs, and then take another dose.”

”Well, what can I do for you? By the way, I haven't asked you how to call it? My name is Fu puling In a short time, Fu puling's thoughts had already changed dozens of times.

”My name is di Jiu. I need a small room to deal with these herbs.” Di nine light says.

Except for doctor Di Bai, he seldom communicates with others, but he seems to be able to see through the minds of many people. At present, Fu puling's meaning is too clear. He wants to take credit for it.

Di Jiu doesn't care about this. What he cares about is whether he can get in touch with some warriors from the wasteland alone. It's better to learn how to cultivate internal Qi.

”No problem, no problem...” Fu puling said several no problems one after another, and then carefully pointed to the next small room and said, ”is that room OK? If you need any equipment, I'll have it brought right away. ”

Di Jiu nodded, ”the room is OK. I don't need anything else. I'll deal with the medicinal materials first.”

Fu puling's words make di Jiu very confused. He thinks that Fu puling will follow him into the small room, and then has the cheek to ask him how to deal with the medicinal materials. To his surprise, Fu puling didn't follow him into the small room, which made him a little strange.

But even if Fu puling wants to go in with him, he won't allow people like Fu puling to watch him deal with medicinal materials.

Many of the herbs he asked for were useless, and some were from his own bag. As for the equipment for handling medicinal materials, it was just a simple alcohol stove and a mini mortar in his bag.

Seeing Di Jiu enter the small room to deal with medicinal materials, Fu puling quickly put on the patient's coat, and then covered the patient's face with a piece of gauze. After that, he closed the patient's shield again, which quickly rushed out of the room, and then more quickly rushed to the monitoring room.

He knows a small person in charge of the monitoring room of this building, and he believes that he should be able to handle it.

”Oh, isn't that doctor Fu? Why do you come here when you have time? ” The monitoring room is in charge of a young man with long hair, who talks like a fool.