Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Fu Cheng looked at his teacher and hesitated before asking. “But these prescriptions can be quite aggressiv

The deputy chairman simply put down the piece of paper in his hand and said solemnly, “Since when did you become such a scaredy-cat?”

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and replied softly. “I am just worried about the side effects.”

“The medication at the Apothecaries’ Association cannot cure everything, Even surgeries can end up causing infections. Do you think there are 100% no side effects when you take medicine? This is common knowledge. Don’t you know?” said the deputy chairman mildly as he glanced at Fu Cheng.

“Twas wrong.” Fu Cheng lowered his head.

‘The deputy chairman leaned against his elbow and rubbed his temple. Then, he pondered and raised his head to ask. “There is still one month until the exam. Are you going to disappoint me again this time?”

Fu Cheng squeezed his hands slightly as they hung from this side of his body. He composed himself and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let history repeat itself and allow He Shu outshine me like he did last year.”

The deputy chairman acknowledged softly. A while later, he said, “In terms of talent, you are as good as He Shu. Go back and work hard. If you encounter any problems, you can ask me.”

“Uh huh.” Fu Cheng nodded. “In that case, I’ll be on my way.”

The deputy chairman waved his hand.

Fu Cheng walked out of the room holding the list of prescriptions. He kept thinking about what happened last year during the apothecary exam.

The apothecary exam was held once a year in December at the Apothecaries’ Association. The exam was straightforward enough and the participants were only required to refine medicine.

Last year, Fu Cheng lost to He Shu.

He Shu was Chairman Wang’s most senior disciple. The deputy chairman naturally did not want his disciple to lose to the chairman’s disciple since it was a matter of pride.

Fu Cheng knew this fully well, so he was under immense pressure. After he got back home, other than refining medicine for Old Master Song, he kept thinking of what medicine to refine for the exam.

However, he was unable to come up with anything good. After he was done refining medicine for Old Master Song, Fu Cheng walked out of the pharmaceutical laboratory dejectedly.

When he walked into the living room, he saw his cousin sitting on the couch lazily holding her phone with her earphones on. No one else was in the living room.

Fu Cheng contemplated briefly and a notion suddenly emerged in him. He walked over to his cousin, sat down beside her and said, “Fu Ya.”

Fu Ya was in the middle of a video game. Since the volume was loud, she did not hear Fu Cheng’s voice. Perhaps she did but chose to ignore him.

Fu Cheng frowned angrily. He reached his hand out and yanked the earphones out of Fu Ya’s ears. “Can’t you hear me talking to you?”

The phone screen suddenly tured dark. Fu Ya’s hands froze as she raised her head impatiently. “Are you nuts?”

For once, Fu Cheng did not take her rudeness to heart. He crossed his legs and said, “The apothecary exam is taking place in a month. Instead of practicing, why are you playing video games?”

“None of your business,” scoffed Fu Ya. She lowered her head and put the earphones back on. She clearly did not want to talk to Fu Cheng.

Fu Cheng instantly felt infuriated. He took away Fu Ya’s phone altogether and tossed it on the marble coffee table with a clang.

Fu Ya’s hands froze in a gaming pose. After some time, her fingers finally moved slightly in midair. She raised her head and looked at Fu Cheng expressionlessly..