After lunch, Daohua returned to her room and meticulously wrote down the anti-inflammatory medicine formula and its production process before heading out to give it to Gu Jian.
Gu Jian, holding the formula, fell silent for a moment, then looked at his disciple and said, "You're quite generous."
Daohua laughed, "Medicine is made to be used by people. Besides, the soldiers on the frontier sacrifice their lives to protect our country. It's only right that I contribute what I can to help them."
Hearing this, a flash of pride crossed Gu Jian's eyes, and Dongli and Caiju standing outside the room were also deeply moved.
Just as Gu Jian was about to praise his disciple, the girl spoke again.
"After Master Wu returns to Beijing, he will surely speak to the Emperor about the medicine. It's inevitable that the Emperor will bring it up. It's better for me to submit it proactively rather than wait for him to ask. This way, perhaps the Emperor will be pleased and grant me some extra merit."