Medicine God.
At the gambling house.
Everyone was looking at Wang Hao with a smile, eager to see him make a fool of himself shortly.
But the next second, everyone was stunned. They saw Wang Hao roughly crush the medicinal herbs for a Level 9 Soul Revival Potion and then added them bit by bit into a beaker to heat.
Seeing this, the whole audience was dumbfounded.
Even those who knew nothing about potion brewing understood that the medicinal herbs should be handled gently, allowing them to collide thousands of times to produce various subtle chemical reactions—only then could a potion be formed.
But what did Wang Hao mean by cooking it all in one pot?!
Did he think this was stir-fried rice?!
"I just knew it, this kid was talking big!"
"Sigh, such a waste, good Level 9 Soul Revival Herbs gone just like that."
"Not just one batch, but five!"
"Even if all five batches are ruined, Barr will be happy because that'll make the gambling house safe."
