The Woman who Became the “Male” God

Sitting in the driving seat, Ji Jingze stared straight ahead, feeling sad.

How could he say such embarrassing words to ask An Xian to accompany him back to see his parents? ! Even if you lose to him in refining medicine, you have to take him back to see that he is being scolded like his grandson.

Ji Jingze glanced at An Xian in the passenger seat, pondering the possibility of throwing him halfway.

"Is your grandpa fierce?" An Xian asked suddenly.

How can you say "very fierce"? Is it brutal? !

Ji Jingze couldn't help shivering, and instantly extinguished the thought of throwing away an Xianxian, still with a relatively safe, at least can help him share the hatred value. What shame is nothing compared to letting him face Grandpa alone.

Ji Jingze also relied on An Xian's ignorance of Ji Wentai's character that he dared to ask him to accompany him. If you change to someone else you know well, as long as you start, you will immediately flee.

Thinking of this, Ji Jingze felt that he was a bit unkind and reminded: "My grandfather has a rather... violent temper, and he doesn't listen very well. If there is any offense, please bear with me."

Since the death of his wife, Ji Wentai has retired to the mountains and forests. But the isolated life didn't help him cultivate his character, on the contrary, it became more and more difficult to get along with. Apart from Ji Jingze, everyone in the Ji family dared not get close to Ji Wentai, and they seldom get together even during the Chinese New Year.

However, Ji Wentai, as a 9th-level pharmacist, still flocks to the students who want to worship the entry level, but in the end, only six or seven people persisted. They became the disciples of Ji Wentai, as the core members of the drug laboratory. The new drugs they launch every year will become hot-selling products in major pharmacies, an absolute guarantee of quality.

An Xian followed Ji Jingze into the experimental base. There was an open medicine field in front of him, and the air was filled with fresh medicine.

She couldn't help taking a deep breath, feeling relaxed and happy.

"How is it? Isn't this worse than your Siyou Mountain?" Ji Jingze's eyebrows showed a bit of pride.

An Xian nodded: "The environment is good, and the quality of the herbs is also very good."

The corners of Ji Jingze's mouth rose, and his mood was unspeakable, and his anxiety was wiped out. It wasn't until he entered the base that he suddenly regained his senses, and the little heart was like a frightened rabbit, screaming non-stop.

"Xiao Ji, you are back." A man in his forties came up and greeted him lightly, "The teacher is in Lab 3."

After speaking, his eyes stayed on An Xian for a moment, nodded and left.

"This is my big brother Yang Shu." Ji Jingze introduced An Xian as he walked to Lab 3.

An Xian felt a little deserted here, and only saw a few fascinating staff members along the way. There was no conversation or greeting, as if they were all non-existent.

"Several of my grandfather's disciples are all madmen who are not good at socializing and socializing," Ji Jingze explained in a low voice, "plus my grandfather's temper, other staff dare not want to be presumptuous."

The scenery of the medicine field is so beautiful, but the base is so depressing, An Xian said that he couldn't understand it.

When he arrived at the door of Laboratory No. 3, Ji Jingze raised his hand, but he dared not knock on it for a long time.

"Boom." Seeing him stiff, An Xian knocked him a few times.

Ji Jingze turned his head angrily and accused him with his eyes: What did you knock? I'm not ready yet!

"Come in." A deep voice came from inside, and Ji Jingze could only calm his mind and bite the bullet and pushed the door in.

"Grandpa." Taking a few steps forward with difficulty, Ji Jingze respectfully greeted Ji Wentai at a distance of seven or eight meters.

Ji Wentai stared at the microscope without raising his head, and asked lukewarmly, "I heard you were in a mental hospital?"

Ji Jingze smiled bitterly: "I am currently working in the Tracing Mental Hospital."

"Oh." Ji Wentai continued, "Why did you suddenly decide to enter a mental hospital?"

The corners of Ji Jingze's mouth twitched, and his eyes cast to An Xian for help: "I..."

An Xian did not receive his signal, and looked at Ji Wentai in front of him. He was about ninety years old, with white sideburns, thick eyebrows, unrelenting, rugged temperament, completely out of proportion with the gentle white coat on his body.

What really made Anxian notice was that the spirit of this person had reached a certain subtle state, it was a heavy feeling that had accumulated for many years, solid and vigorous, and the realm was comparable to an intermediate monk. It's a pity that you have not practiced, otherwise you will definitely become a master of comprehension.

You should know that cultivation level can be continuously improved through various methods, but the realm needs to be comprehended by yourself.

Although he hadn't really contacted yet, An Xian had a very good first impression of the master in front of him.

"Hello, Master Wentai, I am the dean of the Tracing Mental Hospital and the current boss of Ji Jingze, Roy." An Xian took the initiative to introduce himself.

Ji Wentai paused, raised his head, two sharp eyes directed at Anxian.

Ji Jingze's back was straight, like a soldier waiting to be reviewed, but An Xian looked back calmly without changing his face.

"So it was you." Ji Wentai stood up and said coldly, "What method did you use to get Ji Jingze to agree to stay in your mental hospital?"

"We had a trial." An Xian told the truth, "He lost, and the bet is to work for three years in tracing."

"Lost?" Ji Wentai glared at Ji Jingze, who was silent, dare not say a word.

"It's actually no surprise that he lost to you. After all, you are Mr. Yunlin who became famous in the military confrontation." Ji Wentai's disciples also provided war preparation medicine in the name of Master Wentai, but no matter it is practical, Sex or combat auxiliary effects are not as good as leisure.

The name "Yun Lin" is considered to be a small name in the military, but most people don't know that Yun Lin is An Xian.

Ji Wentai had heard of him a long time ago. Although he knew he was only a young man in his twenties, he still couldn't believe it when he saw it with his own eyes. He has specialized in various medicines sold by Huahua World, and they are almost impeccable in terms of quality and efficacy. This person's meticulous handling and precise control of herbs are completely beyond the reach of a young man. This requires years of accumulation. And tempered technology.

Ji Wentai believes that Ji Jingze's talent is already unique, but in front of this person, he is as immature as a newborn baby.

"So, I wonder if Master Wentai agrees to let Ji Jingze stay and work in this hospital?" An Xian asked.

"No." Ji Wentai refused without hesitation, "How can my grandson of Ji Wentai stay in the mental hospital? You will resign tomorrow."

"Sorry." An Xian smiled. "The goods have been put in storage and will not be returned."

What is "the goods have been put into storage"? Ji Jingze was unable to complain.

Ji Wentai glared at An Xian: "What do you think of my grandson? Three years, enough time for him to be promoted to level 6 pharmacist and staying in your mental hospital will only delay his future in vain."

"It turns out that the master's expectation of Ji Jingze is to be promoted to Level 6 Pharmacist in three years?" An Xian chuckled, "If that's all, I don't think this reason is enough to make me give up my staff."

Ji Jingze: Promoted to Level 6 in three years, still "just"! Lord, you are a provocation, do you know? !

As expected, Ji Wentai was provoked, and angrily turned back and smiled: "Listen to your tone, could it be that you can bring Jingze to the next level?"

"With his talent and diligence, it is not a problem to be promoted to level 7 in three years. At level 8, I am afraid it will take a little chance." An Xian replied calmly, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter.

Ji Jingze: Leader, aren't you afraid of getting your tongue out of this big talk? ! I am such a proud person who dare not say that I can be promoted to level 7 in three years. How can your confidence send me to heaven? !

"Hehe." Ji Wentai paced to Anxian, his tone was cold, "Do you want me to bet on Jingze's future with you?"

"Why not?" An Xian didn't care about his squint. "Ji Jingze has been studying by your side for more than 20 years, and now he is still only a Level 5 pharmacist, which shows that your education method is not suitable for him, why not let him go out by himself. Do you exercise?"

Ji Jingze frightened the circle: the leader! What do you mean by this? Are you mocking my grandfather's education failure? ! Do you know who my grandpa is? The 9th-level pharmacist of the Alliance's ashes! Hardcore!

A fifth-level pharmacist in his twenties is already considered a good grade, but in An Xian's words, it is not mentioned.

"As far as I know, you are only at level 3." Ji Wentai Lishang returned a mockery back and forth.

"Speaking of this, do you believe me, Master?"

Ji Wentai: "..." I have never seen such an arrogant and unpretentious guy! So angry!

Ji Jingze ran with tears: Lord, please, be low-key and humble, okay? !

"Master." An Xian said again, "Why not? If Ji Jingze is promoted to level 6 within a year, you will cooperate with me to provide me with high-quality herbs. If Ji Jingze is promoted to level 7 in three years, then trouble the master. Help me send some medical talents every year. If Ji Jingze is fortunate enough to be promoted to level 8, then he will be a master, go to my mental hospital to be a named consultant, and help my town."

Ji Jingze knelt: It's not enough that you kidnapped me. Now even my grandfather won't let it go? ! do you know who he is? Alliance Hardcore Level 9 Pharmacist! Hardcore!

Ji Wentai was silent for a while, and said: "Do you think I will bet with a junior?"

You can talk about everything, just don't talk about seniority with Anxian.

"Students have no children, and those who have attained them are first." An Xian stood with his back, with a calm expression and a convincing vibe. "If the master is not at ease, you can send someone over to supervise it. Anyone of insight is welcome. "

Ji Jingze: Your mental hospital welcomes a knitting "person of insight".

Ji Wentai found that the other party talked with him very casually from beginning to end. Although he called him a master, he did not face the cramps of the master, nor did he pretend to be arrogant.

same generation? A twenty-year-old young man and a ninety-year-old old man are equal? Ji Wentai thought it was a bit funny, but strangely thought it was normal.

"What if you fail to do it?" Ji Wentai asked suddenly.

Ji Jingze looked shocked: Grandpa, do you really intend to agree? !

"But by dispatch." An Xian smiled.

"Okay, Ji Jingze, take it away." Ji Wentai waved his hand. "You are not allowed to go back to Ji's house before reaching level 6, and you are not allowed to ask anyone in Ji's family for help."

Ji Jingze couldn't believe that his grandpa gave him away like this!

An Xian also made up a knife seemingly unintentionally: "Ji Jingze also has a job. I don't think he needs to use the money at home anymore?"

Ji Jingze stared at An Xian: Are you a demon?

"That's right." Ji Wentai took it seriously and said kindly, "Jingze, your bank, bank, and credit card have been frozen. You will make money to support yourself in the future, is it okay?"

no problem? Who says it’s okay, it’s a big problem, okay?

Ji Jingze looked at the old and the young in disbelief: You guys were clearly arrogant just now, and now you have a unified caliber! To be honest, did you collude in the first place! Just to find a reason to leave me penniless and desperate in a mental hospital? !

Although the expected armed criticism did not appear, Ji Jingze was expelled from the house by his grandfather for three years and still left the house.

When going back, An Xian said, "Your grandfather is fine."

Ji Jingze's tears flowed into a river: It's good to go to you, you and my grandfather are like raccoon dogs!