The Pei family’s pharmaceutical laboratory was rather big. Huo Yao glanced around but did not waste any time. She told everyone except Old Mr. Pei to leave the place.
Old Mr. Pei wanted to assist Huo Yao, but he swiftly realized he did not have the opportunity to do so.
The young woman deftly ground the ingredients before heating the medicine. Each step was done with great accuracy. She was making medicine, so the herbs and their dosage were crucial.
Old Mr. Pei never dreamt that he could have the chance to observe the preparation of an ancient prescription in his life. Also, it was a young teenage girl doing it without the slightest error. Judging from the way she controlled the dosage and her technique, she looked as though she had done it a million times.
Huo Yao removed the medicine from the furnace 30 minutes later. A total of 20 pills appeared without a single failure.
The laboratory was filled with the smell of herbs. After Old Mr. Pei recovered from his daze, his eyes landed on the pills. He walked over and picked up one of them to scrutinize it. There was only one word for it – perfection.
These pills were considered grade S+ grade or maybe higher as per the Apothecaries’ Association.
Old Mr. Pei glanced at Huo Yao, who seemed tired. She was an 18 year old consummate apothecary. And what did this mean for the industry? If members of the Apothecaries’ Association ever found out about her, they would probably go bonkers!
Also, she used merely three hours to produce 20 pills…
Old Mr. Pei trembled as he placed the medicine inside a pillbox. Then he suddenly broke the silence in the pharmaceutical laboratory.
“Huo Yao, no, Little Master, do you accept disciples? Although I’m old, I’m quite talented.”
Huo Yao had just taken a sip of water when she could not help spitting it out.
She almost sprayed the water right onto Old Mr. Pei.
“…”
Huo Yao took a minute to calm down. “Old Mr. Pei, you’re too kind.” Then out of fear that he might keep harping on the subject, Huo Yao hurriedly opened the door with the medicine in hand and nearly ran out.
What kind of luck was this? Why did people keep wanting to be her disciple?
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Huo Yao stood outside until Yang Yi and Zhuo Yun, who had been waiting on the side for her, came over. “Miss Huo, is the medicine ready?”
Huo Yao passed the pillbox to Zhuo Yun. “It’s done. I only managed to make a few. Try not to use them so quickly.”
Old Mr. Pei stood on the threshold when he heard this. He staggered and almost tripped at the door. Did this sound normal?
Only made a few???
Was the output of 20 pills considered less in a single attempt???
Did the little monster know that even a senior apothecary could only make five or six pills at best using the same amount of raw material she had?
Old Mr. Pei never felt as hurt as he did today.
Zhuo Yun was stunned when he opened the pillbox. Although he was not an apothecary, he had a basic understanding of the profession. Also, he knew it was impossible for so many pills to be made at one go.
So, Zhuo Yun instinctively turned to look at Old Mr. Pei standing behind Huo Yao.
Old Mr. Pei coughed when he made eye contact with Zhuo Yun. He walked up to slap Zhuo Yun on the shoulder. Then he snapped the pillbox lid shut. “Do you want the efficacy of such precious meds to degrade?”
