Old Mr. Pei glanced at the medicine in Pei Rong’s hands. His reaction when he heard about the B class medication was vastly different from Lin Shuwen’s.
He asked. “What medicine is this?”
“It’s a broad spectrum antidote that can neutralize all poison.” Pei Rong looked proud when he said this. “My teacher and I just came up with this medicine. Since it turned out to be a B grade pill, he said that I could try for advanced apothecary this year.”
Old Mr. Pei remained rather expressionless. He merely patted Pei Rong’s shoulder and said softly, “All the best.”
“Are you going to try for the advanced apothecary level?” exclaimed Pei Feng in surprise.
There was a huge gulf between an intermediate and advanced apothecary. Many apothecaries spent their lives at the beginner and intermediate levels. It was a real test of talent in pill-making to become an advanced apothecary.
Pei Feng did not expect his older brother to be able to become an advanced apothecary while he was just in his forties. Their family would certainly gain an even higher standing in City S with Pei Rong’s accomplishments.
Lin Shuwen could not suppress his shock. He was already very impressed when Pei Rong was able to create B grade medicine, but Pei Rong was astonishingly going to become an advanced apothecary soon, so the Pei family…
Lin Shuwen turned to glance at Fang Chen and wanted to cue him to flatter Pei Rong, but he seemed completely unfazed. He immediately recalled that Fang Chen was only interested in politics and paid no attention to anything else.
Hence, his lack of reaction when he heard about Pei Rong’s B class medicine and his likely promotion to become an advanced apothecary.
Lin Shuwen coughed dryly before he voluntarily flattered Pei Rong on behalf of Fang Chen.
Everyone had an ego and Pei Rong was no exception. Despite his modesty, there was clearly pride on his face.
Old Mr. Pei looked at his son. Although he ought to feel excited about Pei Rong’s accomplishment, he inexplicably thought nothing of it, so he seemed particularly calm.
He stroked his beard and looked at Huo Yao as she stood behind him. Since there was a supreme apothecary among them, an advanced apothecary suddenly did not seem like a huge deal.
Just as Pei Rong was about to give Fang Chen the pill and let him take it, Old Mr. Pei pressed his hand.
Pei Rong looked at his father perplexedly. “Dad, what are you doing?”
“Do you suspect that he was poisoned?” asked Old Mr. Pei right away.
Pei Rong nodded. “Uh huh. I think it’s possible.” That was the reason he told Pei Feng to retrieve the broad-spectrum antidote that he had painstakingly created.
If not for Fang Chen’s special status as the city mayor and political rising star, he would not have offered his B grade pills so easily.
“It’s probably not poison.” Old Mr. Pei stroked his beard as he added. “I already considered the possibility, so I did a blood test for him and used Chinese herbs to confirm it. There isn’t any poison in him.”
Pei Rong was clearly surprised to hear this. “Have you already tested him?”
“Yes. That’s why I’m sure.” Old Mr. Pei looked serious.
Although he was not a member of the Apothecaries’ Association, he came from a line of Chinese physicians, so he was certainly capable of determining whether a patient was poisoned or not.
Pei Rong fell into silence. If he was not poisoned, could he genuinely be suffering from an unknown rare disease?
“It’s probably fruitless to use this antidote on him. Before we figure out what’s wrong with the patient, unnecessary use of medicine might lead to adverse effects, so we should not let him take anything blindly,” said Old Mr. Pei unhurriedly.
“Huh? Dad, since this is B class medication, it ought to work, right?” said Pei Feng as he stressed upon the fact that it was a rare medication. He seemed to be implying something.
