Fu Cheng looked at his master, hesitated for a moment, and said, "But the effects of these prescriptions may be a bit overbearing."
The vice president just put down the paper in his hand, and his voice was not angry: "When did you become so timid?"
Fu Cheng's eyelids drooped slightly, and he replied softly: "I'm just worried that something will happen after taking the medicine."
"The medicine of the Pharmacist Association is not a magic medicine that can cure all diseases. Postoperative infection will occur after surgery. Do you think the medicine can guarantee 100% that there will be no adverse reactions? Do you need me to teach you this common sense?" the vice president said. Glancing at Fu Cheng, he said lightly.
"I'm the one who got into a dead end." Fu Cheng lowered his head.
The vice president raised his elbows and lightly pressed his temples with his fingertips. He seemed to think of something, and he raised his head again, "It's only a month before this year's assessment. You won't let me down this time, will you?"
Fu Cheng squeezed the hand hanging by his side, and suppressed the coldness in his eyes, "Master, don't worry, this year I promise that I will not suppress the bundle like last year."
The vice president hummed lightly, and after a while, he said again: "Your talent is no worse than He Shu, go down and prepare well, and come and ask me if you encounter any problems."
"Yeah." Fu Cheng nodded, "Then I'll go down first."
The vice president waved his hand.
Fu Cheng took the prescription list and walked out, but he was thinking about this year's assessment in his mind.
The Pharmacist Association conducts an assessment every December. The assessment is very simple, that is, refining medicine. Whoever refines the medicine with a high comprehensive rating will be able to obtain the level authority in the association.
Last year's assessment, Fu Cheng lost to He Shu.
And He Shu is President Wang's big apprentice, so the vice president naturally doesn't want his apprentice to always lose to the president's apprentice, it's a matter of face.
Fu Cheng understood this, so the pressure doubled. After returning to Fu's house from the Pharmacist Association, besides making medicine for Mr. Song, he was thinking about the medicine for the assessment in a month's time.
But he didn't expect anything good, so after refining old master Song's medicine, Fu Cheng left the pharmacy in a depressed mood.
When he walked into the living room, he saw his cousin sitting idle on the sofa, with a mobile phone in her hand and earphones in her ears. There was no one else in the living room at this time.
Fu Cheng was thoughtful, then suddenly remembered something, he walked towards his cousin, sat down not far from her side, and called out: "Fu Ya."
Fu Ya was playing a game, and the volume of the earphones was turned up, but she didn't hear Fu Cheng's voice, or she heard Fu Cheng's voice and didn't want to talk to him.
Fu Cheng frowned slightly, with displeasure in his eyes, he reached out and pulled off Fu Ya's earphones, "Can't you hear me talking to you?"
The phone screen suddenly went dark, Fu Ya paused with her fingertips, then raised her head impatiently, "Are you sick?"
It was rare for Fu Cheng not to argue with his cousin today. He crossed his legs and said, "There is still one month until the association's assessment. If you don't study medicine, what does it look like to play games all day long?"
"None of your business." Fu Ya snorted lightly, she lowered her head and put on her earphones again, apparently not wanting to talk to Fu Cheng any more.
Seeing this, Fu Cheng was furious. He snatched Fu Ya's cell phone and threw it on the marble coffee table with a bang.
Fu Ya's movements remained the same as she had just played the game. After a while, her fingers raised in the air finally moved, she raised her head, and looked at Fu Cheng with a blank expression.
(end of this chapter)