Shall I Write the Prescription?
編輯: Henyee Translations
Huo Yao closed the box, raised her head, and looked at Fu Cheng.
She said, "Did the person who gave you my pills tell you my pills are very difficult to make?"
Fu Cheng looked at Huo Yao coldly without answering.
After Fu Ya had given him the medication, he had studied the pills for a long time, but he was unable to replicate them, no matter how hard he tried.
Since he did not succeed, he decided to cheat during the Apothecaries' exam and submitted the medicinal pills as his work.
Huo Yao smiled and said patiently, "How about this? You don't have to refine the pills. Why don't you write the prescription to prove that the work is yours?"
Fu Cheng did not let his guard down when Huo Yao suggested that he write the prescription instead. He simply scoffed and said, "Are you joking? How could I write the prescription? What if you stole my prescription?"
Prescriptions meant everything to apothecaries, so no apothecary would share them openly.