The pill melted the moment it touched Sushang's tongue, dissolving before it even reached her throat. A faint herbal fragrance bloomed within her mouth, flowed into her five viscera and six bowels, then seeped through every pore, entering her limbs and bones.
She could feel all the wounds across her body rapidly knitting back together, yet without any of the usual pain associated with physical regeneration. Only a warm, gentle sensation pulsed through each injured spot.
Once the surface wounds had closed, the medicinal force moved deeper.
Cracked tissues were sealed one after another; shattered bones reformed, becoming firm and whole again.
Even the hidden injuries accumulated over years of martial practice were cleansed by the pill's power.
"Mm!" Sushang let out a soft gasp, her newly-mended waist arching slightly.
She suddenly realized—this pill was correcting her posture as well.
This… this was already beyond the category of simple injury treatment.
"Mm~~"
A breathy, comfort-soaked hum escaped her.
It didn't feel like an emergency medical procedure at all—more like a high-level, full-body corrective massage.
Her eyes slowly narrowed in pleasure, her expression softening to the point she looked ready to melt into a puddle.
The nearby onlookers, who had been tense with worry, finally relaxed upon seeing her state.
Lingsha, the leader of the Alchemy Commission, studied the fully recovered Sushang and could not help but sigh.
"A few days ago, when this prescription was issued, I was still puzzled. Why did the General order a complete halt to all our former mid-to-high-grade healing pills, reallocating every spare hand to the production of this one? Now everything is clear."
"This pill not only excels in treatment, but also offers two-fold restorative properties—and its price is incredibly low." She could not hide the joy in her eyes. "A mere ten thousand Credits accomplishes what once required tens of millions. Although this formula cannot cure terminal ailments, widespread use will still bring immense salvation."
Dan Heng maintained a flat expression as he cupped his hands in polite salute. "Congratulations to the Luofu's medical arts for achieving a breakthrough. That physician from Xianzhou Yaoqing who publicized this prescription will save countless lives—an unparalleled merit. If the Alchemy Commission can produce this medicine in large quantities, removing the stain of the Ambrosial Arbor disaster will only be a matter of time."
Though he shared certain estrangement with Lingsha, genuine pride for his homeland's medical progress flickered beneath his calm demeanor.
He used this opportunity to show goodwill toward the new Sidian. He disdained currying favor, but constant suspicion from others was something he would very much prefer to avoid.
Even if his expression did not visibly brighten, everyone could hear his sincerity.
Lingsha readily replied, "Your praise honors us. To receive this prescription is the great fortune of the Luofu."
"It's really that cheap?"
Still soaking in bliss, Sushang practically leapt upright when she heard the part about the price, eyes sparkling with barely restrained excitement.
She tilted her head back to look at Guinaifen, who was standing above her.
"Little Gui, little Gui! Let's buy… I don't know, a hundred and eighty of them—yes? Then we can perform our best routines every single day! Our income would skyrocket!"
Their chest-breaking-stone act, while simple, always produced astonishing audience reactions—one performance equaled three or four regular shows.
They had stocked up on two hundred stone slabs during the last discount sale.
But the true limiting factor wasn't the props—it was their bodies.
Even today, they could only manage one show a day if they spaced their acts every other day.
As for more dangerous performances—like spear-throat locking, sword swallowing, or today's bullet-catching stunt—those were reserved only for the boldest occasions.
But with this affordable miracle pill, what was there to fear?
And hey—this pill felt like a massage during recovery. Who wouldn't want more?
"Shangshang, you're brilliant!" Guinaifen was instantly persuaded.
"Let's stock up. Whenever we get hurt, pop one. It might even help our cultivation!"
"You two think this is candy? I don't care how good a pill is—overuse is dangerous!"
Bailu nearly burst into flames upon hearing their plan.
Hands on her hips, she scolded them for their utter lack of bodily care.
"And if you rely on this pill to keep doing dangerous things, you'll just get bolder and bolder. One day you'll suffer an irreversible, fatal injury, and there won't even be time for treatment!"
Her voice sharpened. "Cherishing life doesn't begin when death is at your door! Even small injuries and illnesses must be taken seriously!"
Sushang and Guinaifen shrank instantly.
Heads bowed, they murmured like chastised children: "We're sorry, Lady Bailu… we'll take better care of ourselves."
"Hmph. Best if you do."
Bailu folded her little arms and glared.
Then she muttered under her breath, "Besides… refining this pill is so troublesome. Making a hundred would mean no playtime for at least a whole week."
"Ah…"
Sushang and Guinaifen exchanged a long look.
So that was the real reason.
Lingsha watched the sweet chaos between healer, patient, and companion, amusement flickering in her eyes.
She said, half-jokingly, "The way you two burn through injuries, even a thousand pills might run out sooner or later. And the ten-thousand-Credit price is only the temporary set rate. The first batch's quality is unstable, and the number of passable pills is still quite low. Once we open sales to the entire universe and demand spikes, who knows how high the price might climb? For such matters, I cannot guarantee."
"If you wish to use this medicine long-term, you may have to acquire a copy of the prescription yourselves."