To seduce her

Hearing what the medicine girl said, the woman looked at her in surprise: "You are..."

"I'm the pharmacist here. The master wrote the prescription and I'm responsible for grinding the medicine." The medicine girl smiled gently, "I'll try it as quickly as possible. If it's confirmed to be okay, I'll give it to your son. But as for the efficacy of the medicine, your son and I have different symptoms, so I'm not sure how it will work."

Although her voice was not loud, it was particularly clear in the quiet air.

The medicine girl was wearing a white apron tied around her waist, which was stained with the color of herbs. She had a delicate face, and although she was bare-faced, she was still a beauty, especially the stubbornness and determination in her eyes, which made people particularly convinced.

The old Chinese doctor turned to look at her, a hint of surprise and admiration flashed in his eyes. He nodded slightly and said, "Drug testing is a serious matter. You must think it through."

The medicine girl nodded and said with a smile: "I believe in Master's medical skills."

A glimmer of hope flashed in the woman's eyes. She held the medicine girl's hand tightly and said gratefully, "Thank you, girl. If you can cure my child, I will be very grateful."

"It's my duty." The female medicine boy smiled.

The woman asked anxiously, "What should I call you, girl?"

"Just call me Yaochu."

"Okay, thank you, Miss Yaochu!"

"..."

*****

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In the towering mountains, surrounded by clouds and mist, it seems that even time has become slow and long.

At dusk, the afterglow of the setting sun shines in front of the wooden house, and the mottled light and shadow give everything a warm yellow hue.

Shen Yaochu stood in front of the quaint wooden house, his eyes firm and focused.

Years have carved deep marks on the wood, exuding a calm and simple atmosphere.

Shen Yaochu was wearing a plain cotton and linen long skirt, the hem of which fluttered gently with her figure.

She walked into the house and a faint medicinal fragrance hit her nose. It was a unique scent mixed with a variety of herbs, bitter with a hint of coolness.

Shen Yaochu looked around and saw various herbal specimens hanging on the wall and the table was filled with medicine jars and mortars of various sizes.

Shen Yaochu tugged at her long skirt and held a prescription tightly in her hand. She carefully selected the medicinal materials by comparing them with the densely written words on it.

The herbs seemed to be given life in her hands, and every leaf and every rhizome exuded a faint fragrance, blending into a unique mountain fragrance.

The process of picking medicine is not easy. She needs to patiently classify and weigh various medicinal materials to ensure that the dosage of each medicinal material is accurate. Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, but she did not stop her movements, only occasionally wiping them away with her sleeves.

When the old Chinese doctor walked in, Shen Yaochu was grinding the herbs one by one in front of the stone mortar.

She held the pestle tightly in both hands and pounded the herbs vigorously. The "dong dong" sound echoed in the house. Sweat beads gradually seeped out of her forehead, but she was unaware of it and just focused on repeating the action.

The old Chinese doctor stood aside and looked at her, and couldn't help showing a look of relief.

After Shen Yaochu ground all the herbs, he prepared to go out to the door to light a fire and boil the medicine.

When she raised her head, she met the old Chinese doctor's eyes staring at her.

Only then did Shen Yaochu realize that the old Chinese doctor had been standing beside her and watching her.

Shen Yaochu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "Master, you are here."

The old Chinese doctor looked kind: "Is it done?"

"Well, I'm ready to make the medicine."

As he spoke, Shen Yaochu came out of the hut with the ground herbs and medicine-making tools.

She carefully poured the ground herbs into the casserole, added an appropriate amount of water, then sat in front of the stove and simmered them slowly over low heat.

The firelight shone on her face, revealing her focused and determined expression, as if she wanted to blend every breeze and every drop of rain from the mountains into the herbs in her hands.

The old Chinese doctor followed closely behind. He looked from afar at the quaint wooden house where Shen Yaochu was sitting in front of a simple stove, concentrating on boiling medicine.

She was dressed in plain cloth, her face looked a little haggard, but there was a determination in her eyes.

The flames of the fire danced, illuminating her focused face, casting mottled shadows.

The old Chinese doctor took a rattan chair from the side, gently placed it next to Shen Yaochu, and then sat down.

He looked at Shen Yaochu's back, with a hint of concern and worry in his eyes.

"Girl, you haven't recovered yet, why are you in such a hurry to try the medicine?" The old Chinese doctor's voice was low and serious, with the vicissitudes of life and the majesty of medical skills. He sighed slightly: "The toxicity of this medicinal material is not a joke. If you rush for success, it will only harm you."

Shen Yaochu turned her head when she heard the voice. A trace of struggle flashed across her eyes, but was immediately replaced by determination.

She gently put down the medicine spoon in her hand, turned around and faced the old Chinese doctor, and said in a soft but firm voice: "I know that drug testing is dangerous, but I am willing to take the risk. You don't need to persuade me, I have made up my mind, and I will bear any consequences myself."

The old Chinese doctor looked at her worriedly: "Why are you so stubborn, kid?"

Shen Yaochu pursed her lips and did not respond, but continued with her hands to prevent the medicine from getting mushy.

In front of the simple stove in the wooden house, Shen Yaochu and the old Chinese doctor sat side by side, quietly waiting for the medicine to be boiled.

As time went by, the medicine in the pot gradually boiled, making a "gurgling" sound.

Shen Yaochu carefully adjusted the temperature with a fan to keep the potion at an appropriate temperature.

The whole space was filled with a strong medicinal aroma, that bitter yet cool scent that seemed to be able to penetrate one's soul.

After an unknown amount of time, the medicine was finally ready. Shen Yaochu gently dispersed the steam rising from the medicine pot and carefully observed the color and texture of the liquid medicine.

Shen Yaochu carefully poured the medicine into the bowl, placed the bowl on the ground, and began to pack up the medicine-making tools.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Shen Yaochu, covering her with a layer of golden glow.

Her figure gradually lengthened in the twilight, looking so lonely and tough. Her face was illuminated by the afterglow, soft and warm, with an inexplicable look in her eyes.

As the sun slowly set, the sky was gradually dyed with a light orange-red color. Shen Yaochu packed up his things, picked up the medicine bowl from the ground, and blew into it gently.

Shen Yaochu felt a lot more at ease when he felt the warmth of the medicine coming through the medicine bowl mixed with the rich aroma of the medicine.

After testing the temperature with her lips, Shen Yaochu tilted her head back and drank the medicine in the bowl. The liquid medicine slid down her throat, with a hint of bitterness and spiciness, but she did not stop until the residue at the bottom of the bowl was clearly visible.

Shen Yaochu put down the bowl and chuckled, with the bitterness of the medicine still between her lips and teeth: "I'm not stubborn, it's just that I really have to go home early."

"..."