Pei Rong spent a few minutes reading Fang Chen’s dical report. Its results matched his diagnosis. Everything about Fang Chen was normal.
A young man would not shrivel up and end up looking like an old man in just a week. Even if he was sick, there would be signs of illness. Instead, all examinations showed he was normal.
These results were clearly wrong.
Pei Rong had spent a lot of ti studying dicine while he was at the Apothecaries’ Association, but such symptoms were completely unheard of.
“Young Master Pei?” asked Lin Shuwen as he looked at him.
Pei Rong handed the dical report back to Lin Shuwen. “I am unable to figure out what’s wrong, for the ti being.”
Lin Shuwen staggered a step back. He was so hopeful that Pei Rong could help but ended up being completely disappointed. If even Pei Rong was unable to determine Fang Chen’s illness, did that an that only death awaited Fang Chen now?
He was still so young and was about to get transferred to the capital. How could this strange illness befall him now?
“Young Master Pei, you have to find a way to save him,” said Lin Shuwen deeply.
Pei Rong sat in the chair with a solemn look in his eyes as he contemplated before he stood up and told Pei Feng, “Can you go retrieve a blue porcelain bottle from my suitcase and bring it over?”
Pei Feng nodded. “Okay.”
He left the guest room.
Pei Rong watched as Pei Feng disappeared through the door. His eyes halted on Huo Yao briefly before he veered his eyes.
Fang Chen pondered before he continued. “I might need more blood from you.”
A normal man would not end up like this for no reason. Since the health report indicated that everything was normal, then he might have been poisoned.
If he had not beco a mber of the Apothecaries’ Association, he would not have considered poison as an option. However, his opinion changed completely after crossing paths with masters of poison at the association.
Poisons that were previously pure fiction existed in reality, but an average bloke simply had no access to them.
Although Fang Chen frowned, he nodded. “Fine.”
Pei Feng returned with the bottle. “Big Bro, is this the right bottle?”
He handed the porcelain bottle to Pei Rong.
“Uh huh,” acknowledged Pei Rong.
Lin Shuwen quickly asked when he saw the bottle in Pei Rong’s hands, “Is this so special dicine from the Apothecaries’ Association?”
Pei Rong retrieved a pill and explained, “Uh huh. This is B grade dicine from the Apothecaries’ Association.”
The Apothecaries’ Association’s dicine was categorized into A, B, C, and D grades. A category was top dication while D class dicine was ordinary dication.
Since Lin Shuwen had heard about dicine from the Apothecaries’ Association before, he could not help looking delighted the instant he learned it was a B grade pill. “Can he recover for the ti being after taking this dicine?”
It was considered good fortune for normal people to get their hands on D class dication, but Pei Rong’s dication was B grade, so it was even rarer.
Lin Shuwen looked at Pei Rong with even more admiration. Since Pei Rong had access to B grade dication, he must be highly revered in the Apothecaries’ Association. If Pei Rong could genuinely cure Fang Chen, Lin Shuwen had to remind Fang Chen to strengthen ties with Pei Rong.
Pei Rong contemplated for a few seconds. Just as he was about to answer Lin Shuwen, Old Mr. Pei ca forward after staying silent the entire ti.
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