Chapter 122 Striving to be a Poison Master
Ye Shengge actually had a foundation in traditional Chinese medicine, which Elder Fan learned from their conversations. She could prescribe simple remedies for common colds and fevers and had a deeper understanding of acupuncture points.
"Elder Fan, I want you to train me to be a poison doctor. When someone bullies me, I'll throw a handful of poison at them. Doesn't that sound powerful?"
"Hmph, what are you dreaming about? In front of a true master, they'll deal with you before you can even take out your medicine."
Ye Shengge was a little skeptical. She believed that with skilled use of medicine, she could make people fall ill without them even noticing.
"You, since you want to learn pharmacy, you'll start with pharmacology and learn acupuncture as well. If you don't complete your daily tasks, I'll spank your hand."
As he spoke, he really took out a ruler from the medicine chest beside him. Ye Shengge felt that this old man would surely be heavy-handed.
Ye Shengge looked at her palms, which had just become fair and tender. She wondered if she should develop some calluses to be more resilient.
Elder Fan was happy to see his little apprentice looking scared. As long as she was afraid, that was good.
"Elder Fan, Shengge's medicine is brewed. Would you like to see how well she did?"
Aunt Zhen had been working for the Zi family and was always skilled in housework and cooking. Now, brewing medicine in front of a master, she dared not be careless, fearing she hadn't controlled the heat properly.
Elder Fan took the medicine bowl, fanned it, and smelled it, nodding with satisfaction.
"Not bad, well brewed. Continue to brew medicine like this from now on."
Aunt Zhen had a genuinely good nature, and she was especially happy when others praised her.
Elder Fan handed a full bowl of medicine to Ye Shengge. Both of them stared intently, afraid Ye Shengge would spill a single drop.
Ye Shengge was not afraid of drinking medicine at all, having drunk it since she was young and being immune to bitter concoctions.
She finished it quickly without taking a breath, wiped her mouth, and was done, not even needing anything sweet.
"Shengge is truly amazing. Elder Fan won't have to keep an eye on her anymore."
Elder Fan haughtily threw a book to Ye Shengge and left.
"Tomorrow I will check the first ten pages of this book. If you make one mistake, I'll hit you."
Aunt Zhen watched the old man and the young woman with amusement. Being here now was much happier than being at the Zi family's, at least she didn't feel oppressed. At the Zi family's, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly; everyone did things according to strict rules.
Ye Shengge smiled at Aunt Zhen.
"Aunt Zhen, if there's nothing to do at home, go rest. Don't overwork yourself."
"Not tired, not tired. We have fewer people, so there's less work."
Ye Shengge thought about what her elder brother had said about someone protecting her in secret. In the past, the people around her were all visible, and she had never had anyone hidden.
"Aunt Zhen, the weather is hot. Please make some more cooling soups for the people outside. Also, tell them that I won't be going out today, so they don't need to suffer outside."
Acan, who was hidden outside, peeked into the house, his slightly chapped lips pursed.
Aunt Zhen didn't think much of it, assuming Ye Shengge was asking her to make cooling soups for the drivers and others.
After Aunt Zhen left, Ye Shengge spoke softly towards the window.
"If there's anyone outside, go and rest for a while. I'm fine here."
She didn't like being watched constantly, as it made it inconvenient to enter and exit her space.
Acan did not reply but gestured with his hand to the other two people hidden in the shadows to rest temporarily.
Acan quickly left the villa. He couldn't make decisions on Ye Shengge's behalf.
Zi Yisheng was currently in a meeting. During the meeting, he specifically pointed out issues concerning certain individuals who harmed the country's image.
Everyone in the meeting understood that the leader was alluding to someone. Section Chief Wei, who had made a phone call for Wan Qiong last time, was sweating profusely and filled with a million regrets.