Mu Huai watched the three leave, and once they had left the Twilight Returns Pharmacy, someone from the inner part of the pharmacy lifted the curtain and came out—an anciently dressed woman in white.
The woman’s complexion was deathly pale, her expression filled with sickness. She had only walked a few steps when she started coughing.
Upon hearing the cough, Mu Huai immediately turned around to look at the woman.
"Awake? Why did you come out? Hurry, go back inside," he said urgently, taking large strides towards her and reaching out to guide her back.
The woman gently shook her head, standing still in place.
Seeing this, Mu Huai couldn’t force her to return and let her be, "Is it too stuffy inside? In a few days, I’ll take you outside for a look."
The woman paused, waiting until her coughing subsided before speaking softly and gently, "Just giving them the medicine like that, aren’t you afraid they’re cheating you?"
Mu Huai, upon hearing this, merely shook his head lightly, "If it’s a cheat, then it’s a cheat."
If he was cheated, it would only be the loss of a prescription.
But what if, she could really concoct it?
Upon hearing his words, a trace of helplessness flickered in the woman’s eyes, and after coughing lightly twice, she whispered, "Judging by the voice, it’s a young girl. Do you really believe she can concoct the Vermilion Pill?"
"What does it matter whether I believe it or not?"
Whether he believed it was irrelevant; right now, whether the young girl knew how to concoct the Vermilion Pill or not, his only hope was that she truly could.
Mu Huai did indeed harbor doubts about the young girl’s words.
But true or false, as long as there was a sliver of hope, he had to seize it.
Since she could report the exact name and dosage of the Vermilion Pill, she must have some skill.
Moreover, the Xuan Yue Silk they sought, now only he possessed it in this world.
"You," the woman began with a soft tone, shaking her head helplessly, yet she said no more.
"I’ve always been lucky." Mu Huai wrapped his arm around the woman’s and brought her into his embrace, "Three years ago, because of Xuan Yue Silk, I found my life spared, and perhaps three years later, today..."
As he spoke, Mu Huai trailed off, then added absent-mindedly, "An An, tell me, how many times in one’s life does one encounter a noble person?"
After the three left the pharmacy, Tang Yichen immediately leaned in close to Gu Zhiqi, asking with a face full of curiosity, "Hey, Gu Xiaoxi, how did you know he needed that... what’s it, Vermilion Pill?"
At first, Tang Yichen was somewhat confused by the conversation between Mu Huai and Gu Zhiqi, but in the end, he understood.
Mu Huai needed the Vermilion Pill.
And Gu Xiaoxi somehow knew he needed the Vermilion Pill; she recited the prescription to Mu Huai and afterward, Mu Huai deduced that Gu Xiaoxi would know how to concoct the Vermilion Pill...
That led to the subsequent trade.
"I smelled it," Gu Zhiqi casually replied as she put away the medicine into her storage bracelet.
"Ah? Smelled... smelled it out?" Tang Yichen was baffled, "How... how did you smell it out?"
Gu Zhiqi: "With the nose."
Listening to your words is like hearing a revelation.
"What I mean is, with so many different medicines in the pharmacy, it couldn’t have just been the components to concoct Vermilion Pill, could it? How did you smell it out?" Tang Yichen was curious, continuing to inquire.
"Not the medicines in the pharmacy, but the smell drifting from the backyard," Gu Zhiqi lazily continued as she walked forward, "The smell of a furnace explosion after a failed alchemy attempt, along with the smell of suppressant drugs. If I’m not mistaken, there’s a patient with severe poisoning and not long to live over at Mu Huai’s place."