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A stern look erged in Fu Ya’s eyes briefly before she looked sideways at Fu Cheng closely for a few seconds. Then, she said, “I am moving out and you are going to ensure that your parents do not stop . After that, I will give you what you want.”
Fu Cheng suddenly laughed coldly. He said in a deep voice, “You can forget about ever moving out.”
Fu Ya straightened her back and said indifferently, “It seems you have changed your mind about these pills. In that case, you can forget about getting anything from .”
She placed the bottle back into her pocket, took a couple of steps back, and started to close the door.
Fu Cheng frowned. He reached his hand out to hold the door. “Are you testing my patience?”
Fu Ya paused briefly. She looked at Fu Cheng with a distant look in her eyes. He had never seen her look at him this way before. It felt as though she was mocking him or sothing. Monts later, she finally said, “No, I am not. Don’t you get it? There is really only one choice for you.”
She could move out of the residence any day. The only reason she had agreed to help with the pills was purely on account of their family ties.
Anyways, this would be the last ti she would help him.
Fu Cheng licked his dry lips. His cousin was getting bolder by the day as she grew up.
Just as he was about to speak, Fu Ya interrupted him knowingly and said, “If things get ugly between us, who do you think has more to lose?”
Fu Cheng looked at Fu Ya coldly. He knew exactly what she was implying. Monts later, he finally acquiesced. “I can let you move out, but you have to give the prescription. Then, I will help you make sure my parents do not stop you.”
“There is no way you will get your hands on the prescription. All you get is this $ grade dication.” Fu Ya retrieved the bottle of pills from her pocket, but she was in no hurry to give it to him. “This is the last ti I will help you. Never again.”
“What is the point of giving the end product? I only want the prescription,” said Fu Cheng in displeasure.
He knew that his cousin had a secret stash of prescriptions. After all, she did not have money of her own. Yet, she was always able to produce such priceless high-grade dicine.
High-grade dicine was a scarce resource, but if he had the prescription, he could keep producing them, so even a fool would know which one was more important.
Did she think he would help her with just a bottle of pills?
Impossible!
“Ttold you. You won’t get any prescriptions from .” Fu Ya’s voice sounded cold. She held the pills in her hand as she spoke and clearly sounded like she was not joking. “If you insist on wanting the prescription, the deal is off.”
Fu Cheng looked at her. Despite being absolutely certain that she possessed prescriptions, he knew if he kept pushing her, he would probably end up losing even the pills.
Fu Cheng reached his hand out angrily. “Hand it over.”
“Twill naturally give it to you after I move out tomorrow,” replied Fu Ya mildly.
Fu Cheng scoffed. “How would I know if these pills et my standards?”
Fu Ya opened the pill bottle and held it in front of him for a whiff. Ten seconds later, she pulled her hand back and replaced the cap. “Tomorrow morning at 9:00 am.”
The mont she finished her sentence, she shut the bedroom door.
She did not ask him if it could et his standard.
Fu Cheng could still rember the scent of the dicine after only inhaling it for a few seconds. It was undoubtedly $ grade dication.
He looked at the door coldly and contemplated. Did she think she could escape him by moving out?
She was simply too naive.
Fu Cheng laughed coldly before turning to go downstairs.
*
anwhile, at the Apothecaries’ Association.
Chairman Wang had just finished a eting with the person in charge of the Chinese herb farm.
After the visitor was gone, the assistant handed him a glass of warm water and said, “It is very hard to cultivate rare Chinese herbs. Also, it is hard to find people good at Chinese herb farming. That is why Chinese dicine farrs can be very expensive..”
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