Xenon's attending doctor was already stunned. He looked at Zenith and said in disbelief, "You… you've created a miracle! This is a medical miracle! Just the medicine you took out just now can win a Nobel Prize in Medicine!"
No one knew how embarrassed Zenith was. He could only smile apologetically. "You're being too serious. I only obtained the divine medicine by chance. Otherwise, no matter how capable I am, how could I make a patient who was about to become a vegetable recover so quickly?"
"No, no, no. You're a medical miracle yourself. As long as you take out the prescription and mass produce it, you can definitely save countless vegetative patients."
"Ahem, this prescription is more private. I still need to consider whether to take it out or not. Moreover, the medicinal herbs needed are relatively precious. We would still need to consider it if we want to have it mass-produced."
