Mr. Wang thought for a while, and then said to his assistant, "Call He Shu now and ask him to come to me."
"OK."
Half a minute later, the assistant looked at Mr. Wang and said in a low voice: "Master He said that tomorrow is the assessment, and this time is not suitable to see you, so I won't come."
When Mr. Wang heard this, he didn't know whether he should be relieved that he had such a highly principled apprentice, or he should be speechless because of his rigid character.
"Forget it, I don't bother with him anymore." Mr. Wang waved his hand.
Anyway, stupid apprentices do this every year at this time of assessment, and they are used to it.
*
Here, He Shu hung up the phone, looked at the black and charred medicine residue in the medicine stove, and couldn't help but raised his hand to grab a handful of messy hair.
Then, for the tenth time today, I dumped the medicinal residues into the trash basket at my feet.
After cleaning the medicine furnace, He Shu was about to try again, only to find that there were not many medicinal materials left on the table, so he pressed the center of his eyebrows and walked out of the medicine refining room.
After a while, he went to the warehouse and gave the list of medicinal materials he needed to the warehouse manager.
He stood waiting in the room, his sunken eyes were still red and bloody, his chin was stubbled, and his unkempt appearance was obviously because he hadn't had a good rest in the past few days.
At this time, He Shu's mind was full of thoughts about refining medicine, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't have any focus, and he didn't even notice that someone came in at the door.
The person who came in was Fu Cheng, who was also accompanied by Pei Rong.
Fu Cheng did not expect to meet He Shu, he glanced at He Shu, saw his slovenly appearance, the corners of his lips twitched lightly, and it was rare for him to take the initiative to say hello, "Coincidentally, Master He, you are also here to get the medicinal materials. "
It took a minute for He Shu to raise his head, and there was another expression on his rough face, "Ah, Master Fu, Master Pei, when did you come here?"
Fu Cheng: "..."
Pei Rong glanced at Fu Cheng, whose face was a bit dark. He knew that he was not very happy with He Shu, so he coughed, and took the initiative to smooth things over with a smile, "Just now, Master He might be too focused on thinking about things, so he didn't notice."
He Shu nodded, "I was thinking about something."
Hearing He Shu's perfunctory words, Fu Cheng felt disdainful in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, he just said casually: "Master He should be ready for tomorrow's assessment."
He Shu didn't look at Fu Cheng, and while replying "it's okay", he was thinking about going back and readjusting the order and dosage of the prescriptions for a try.
What Fu Cheng dislikes the most is He Shu's arrogant attitude, as if he is the strongest in the entire association.
If it weren't for the president and master, it would be nothing.
Tomorrow, he must trample He Shu's pride under his feet, and let everyone see who is the real genius.
Fu Cheng looked away and didn't speak again.
Soon, the treasury manager picked up all the medicinal materials needed by He Shu and handed them over to him.
Holding the things, He Shu only nodded to Fu Cheng and Pei Rong, and left in a hurry.
As soon as the people left, Pei Rong gave his list of medicinal materials to the warehouse manager, and said to Fu Cheng: "I heard that He Shu seems to have encountered a bottleneck during this period, and it has been a long time since he has refined a decent S-grade medicine. gone."
Although S-level medicine is too difficult to refine, for someone like He Shu who has long been a high-level alchemist, if he can't refine it, it can only mean that his technical level is declining.
Fu Cheng was slightly surprised, he had been paying attention to the situation of the old man of the Song family all this time, and had no time to care about other things, "Really? It shouldn't be so?"
(end of this chapter)