Chapter 1079
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Fu Cheng looked at his master and hesitated before saying, "But the effects of these prescriptions might be a little overbearing."
The Vice President put down the paper in his hand and said in a dignified tone, "When did you become so timid?"
Fu Cheng lowered his eyelids and replied softly, "I'm just worried that something might happen after I use the medicine."
"The medicine from the Apothecaries' Association isn't a miracle medicine that can cure all diseases. Even surgery can get infected. Do you think the medicine can guarantee that there won't be any adverse effects? Do you need me to teach you such common sense? "The Vice President glanced at Fu Cheng and said calmly.
"I'm being too stubborn." Fu Cheng lowered his head.
The Vice President propped up his elbows and massaged his temples. Seemingly recalling something, he raised his head again. "There's only a month left until the assessment this year. You won't disappoint me again, right?"
Fu Cheng clenched his fists and suppressed the coldness in his eyes. "Don't worry, Master. I promise I won't be like last year. I'll definitely beat He Shu."
The Vice President grunted softly. After a while, he said, "Your talent isn't any worse than He Shu's. Go and prepare well. Ask me if you encounter any problems."
"Okay." Fu Cheng nodded. "I'll be going now."
The Vice President waved his hand.
Fu Cheng took the prescription list and walked out, but his mind was thinking about this year's exam.
The Apothecaries' Association would conduct an assessment every December. The assessment was very simple. It was to refine medicine. The one who refined the medicine with the highest overall rating would obtain the authority in the association.
Fu Cheng had lost to He Shu during the assessment last year.
He Shu was President Wang's eldest disciple. Naturally, the Vice President didn't want his disciple to always lose to the President's disciple. It was a matter of pride.
Fu Cheng understood this, so he felt more pressured. After returning from the Apothecaries' Association, other than refining medicine for Old Master Song, he had been thinking about the medicine for the assessment a month later.
However, he didn't expect anything good. Thus, after refining Old Master Song's medicine, Fu Cheng left the pharmacy in a low mood.
When he walked into the living room, he saw his cousin sitting on the sofa carelessly. She was holding her phone and had earphones plugged into her ears. There was no one else in the living room.
Fu Cheng was deep in thought. Suddenly, he thought of something. He walked over to his cousin and sat down not far from her. He called out, "Fu Ya."
Fu Ya was playing a game with her earphones turned up loud. She didn't hear Fu Cheng's voice, or maybe she heard him but didn't want to talk to him.
Fu Cheng furrowed his brows and looked displeased. He reached out and pulled off Fu Ya's earphones. "Can't you hear what I'm saying?"
The phone screen suddenly went dark. Fu Ya's fingers paused and she raised her head impatiently. "Are you crazy?"
It was rare for Fu Cheng to not be calculative with his cousin. He crossed his legs and said, "There's only one more month until the association's assessment. Why aren't you researching medicine? Why are you playing games all day?"
"It's none of your business." Fu Ya snorted softly. She lowered her head and put on her earphones again, obviously not wanting to talk to Fu Cheng anymore.
Fu Cheng was infuriated when he saw this. He snatched Fu Ya's phone and threw it on the marble coffee table.
Fu Ya's movements were still the same as when she was playing the game. After a while, her fingers finally moved. She raised her head and looked at Fu Cheng expressionlessly.
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