I'm Just a Little Pharmacist

Copywriting of this article Yan Qing is the only direct disciple of the Medicine King Valley Master in the cultivation world. He is good at pharmacology and medical skills. His pair of holy hands have the ability to bring the dead back to life. He is the only genius in thousands of years. However, during a sect competition, demons suddenly invaded. Yan Qing and a group of righteous disciples sacrificed themselves to protect the sect and thousands of mortals behind them. When she opened her eyes again, she appeared in another bizarre world. There are no immortal cultivators here, only tall buildings rising from the ground, flashing neon lights, and large swaths of desolate and dangerous land. [Copywriting 1] In the year 3376 of the New Calendar, Yan Qing, who had been picking up garbage for two months and working part-time for a month, finally had the capital to open a small pharmacy of his own. On the first day of business, Yan Qing's small workshop earned -300. A man covered in injuries smashed through the roof of her house. No business was done, so Yan Qing closed the door in tears and repaired the roof. In the afternoon, Yan Qing watched the latest S-class wanted notice being played repeatedly on the TV. She looked at the man on the ground whose face was exactly the same as the photo on the wanted notice. She silently took out the second-hand antique phone she had found and dialed the number of enthusiastic citizens below. That night, Yan Qing was delighted to receive a bonus of 50,000 yuan, and from then on she became well-off. However, in the middle of the night, a man covered in blood pressed the tip of a sharp knife against her neck, his dark red eyes full of coldness. "Are you back again? Just in time, the roof repair fee is 300, please pay the bill." The man was stunned, his dark brown eyes confused: "I have no money." Half an hour later, flashing warning lights illuminated the lower city area again, and the man was escorted back to prison with dozens of guns held to his head. In the early morning, Yan Qing looked at the knife against her neck again: "What on earth are you going to do?" "I'm hungry." "Want to take my elixir? Give me the money first." "I have no money." "Then get lost." Yan Qing turned over. "I'm hungry." "I'm hungry, I'm hungry, I'm hungry..." "... I*!" On this day, Yan Qing sold the first pill after coming to another world, and at the same time received the first IOU. From then on, the man sold himself to her to work to pay off the debt. [Copywriting 2] In the end, Yan Qing's small workshop did not continue to operate. She became a traveling doctor, setting up stalls wherever she went with her own medicine servant. On this day, just as Yan Qing set up her stall, a group of people smashed her stall, and the leader even arrogantly said that if she didn't pay the protection fee, she wouldn't be able to leave the city alive today. That afternoon, various forces in the city surged. The man with a bruised nose and face was escorted and knelt in front of her by a group of big bosses who were barely visible in front of others, with several weapons pressed against his head: "You bastard, why don't you apologize to Doctor Yan quickly? If Doctor Yan doesn't forgive you, you can go down and see your wife today!" [Copywritten on 2022.10.23, Screenshot taken] Purpose: live a good life