Chapter 505
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Pei Rong took a few minutes to finish reading the report. The conclusion was the same as when he took Fang Ping's pulse. It was perfectly normal.
However, the strange thing was that it was impossible for a normal person to become skinny like an old man in just a week. Even if they were sick, there would be signs and the cause of the illness. It was not like everything was normal when they were examined like this.
The fact that everything was normal was the biggest anomaly.
Pei Rong had been working at the Apothecaries' Association for a long time and had read many medical books, but he had never seen or heard of such symptoms.
"Young Master Pei?" asked Lin Shuwen as he looked at Pei Rong.
Pei Rong handed the report back to Lin Shuwen. "I'm not talented, so I can't tell what's wrong for now."
Lin Shuwen stumbled backward. He had high hopes for Pei Rong, but now he was extremely disappointed. If even Pei Rong could not tell what was wrong... was Fang Chen going to die of exhaustion?
Fang Chen was so young and was about to be transferred. How could he suddenly contract such a strange illness?
"Young Master Pei, no matter what, you must think of a way to save Sir," said Lin Shuwen in a deep voice.
Pei Rong sat in the chair with a solemn look on his face. He contemplated before he turned to Pei Feng and said, "Xiaofeng, can you find a porcelain bottle with blue patterns in my luggage? Bring it to me when you find it."
Pei Feng nodded. "Sure."
Before long, he walked out of the room.
Pei Rong watched as Pei Feng disappeared out the door. His eyes lingered on Huo Yao for a second before he quickly veered his eyes away.
He looked at Fang Chen and contemplated before he said, "I might need some blood from your fingertips."
A normal person would not become like this without warning. Since all the vital signs were normal, Fang Chen had to consider whether Fang Ping was poisoned.
If Pei Rong had not joined the Apothecaries' Association, he would not have suspected that Fang Ping was poisoned. However, ever since he met the poison experts in the association, he had completely changed his mind.
Poisons that only existed in his imagination were actually real. It was just that ordinary people could not come into contact with them.
Although Fang Chen furrowed his brows, he still nodded. "Alright."
Pei Feng came back from getting the bottle. "Brother Yanxi, is this it?"
He handed the porcelain bottle to Pei Rong.
Pei Rong nodded.
When Lin Shuwen saw the bottle in Pei Rong's hand, he quickly asked. "Is this a special medicine from the Apothecaries' Association?"
Pei Rong took out a pill and explained. "Yes. This is a Class B drug from our association."
The medicine of the Apothecaries Association was normally divided into four grades: A, B, C, and D. Grade A was the best, and Grade D was the most ordinary.
Lin Shuwen had heard about the medicine sold at the Apothecaries' Association. When he heard Pei Rong say that the medicine was B grade, he instantly became excited. "Does this mean that Sir will recover temporarily after taking it?"
Normal people would be considered lucky to be able to buy a D-grade weapon. Pei Rong's weapon was still a B-grade weapon, so one could only imagine how precious it was.
Lin Shuwen looked at Pei Rong with increasing respect. Pei Rong's status in the Apothecaries' Association was evident from the fact that he had given Fang Chen a B-grade medicine. If Fang Chen was cured, Lin Shuwen had to remind him to build a good relationship with Pei Rong.
Pei Rong contemplated Lin Shuwen's question for a few seconds. Just as he was about to answer, Old Mr. Pei walked over.
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