Xuanhuan: Starting in Ginkgo Village

I transmigrated here and casually saved a Confucian scholar while gathering herbs in the mountains.

As a mediocre apprentice apothecary, keeping someone breathing for a while didn't seem that hard.

But before I could finish speaking, the scholar breathed his last.

Hey, what did you say before you died?

Uh... Fine, I admit I was wrong.

The scholar shoved a battered notebook and a lump of fish bladder into my hands?

What does that mean? Apparently, fish bladders were an indispensable tool in the lives of the ancients.

What are you trying to do? I'm still a kid!

Sigh, forget it. I might as well go home. What a headache...

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