On the same day the contract was signed, Xiang Feifei introduced Xu Qian to a new job. The location was still a film studio, and this time it was a proper stunt double job, but the start date was next Friday.
"...Friday?"
"Don't you have time on Friday?" Xiang Feifei asked back.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Meng Ziqiu quickly interjected, stopping Xu Qian’s hand. “He has time.”
Xu Qian looked at Meng Ziqiu: I have to be at school on Friday, how am I supposed to get out?
"I'll take care of it," Meng Ziqiu reassured him.
"That's good." Xiang Feifei squinted and gave an 'OK' sign. "I'll have Xiaomai contact you about the details later. I'll also give you her WeChat ID; please add her."
“…Alright.” Xu Qian had no choice but to nod.
...
On the way back, Xu Qian listened to Meng Ziqiu's so-called 'arrangements' and frowned deeply.
“No, Xiaoqing will stay with your brother. What will you do then?” he said.
"Well," Meng Ziqiu patted his chest, "of course I'll be with you, I'm your manager!"
"..." I'm just a stand-in, as for the manager...
"Oh dear, I'm a little nervous. I've never been to a film studio before, I wonder if I'll run into any celebrities..."
Xu Qian could tell from his expression that this guy just wanted to visit the film studio. "So you're not going to take care of the gym?"
"It's alright!" Meng Ziqiu had already thought it through. "The store can take care of things on Friday. It's not like they're any important clients."
“…Whatever makes you happy.” Xu Qian decided to give up talking to him and looked at the ginkgo trees outside the car window. Suddenly, he remembered something. “Oh right, I need to go to the pharmacy.”
Just to be on the safe side, Xu Qian decided to prepare more medicine for Meng Liangchen. He already had some to dispel the ailment, so he wanted some to help with recovery, and then... he wanted to stitch her up.
Thinking of this, Xu Qian put a stitch on himself. Hmm... not bad?
The duration is twelve two-hour periods, or 24 hours, so Friday is sufficient.
Ten minutes later, the two arrived at the pharmacy that Xu Qian had visited last time. Before he could speak, the shop owner spoke first.
"Handsome, your surname is Xu, right?"
Xu Qian was taken aback. "Yes."
“Here,” the shopkeeper pulled an envelope from the cabinet, “thank you so much for yesterday. I don’t know what Old Bai would have done without you. This is from his youngest son!”
Xu Qian took the envelope. Judging from its thickness, it was worth more than 800 yuan. He opened the letter, took out 800 yuan, and returned the rest. "I only paid 800 yuan. Please return the rest for me."
"Hey, no, this is for you—"
“I’ve already taken mine,” Xu Qian said, waving eight large bills in his hand. “I’m here today to buy medicinal herbs.”
"What should I do? I can't accept this..."
“You can just return it to its rightful owner,” Xu Qian said, listing the necessary ingredients according to the prescription. “I need licorice root, fragrant herbs, and rhubarb, in a 1:2:1 ratio…”
"Oh dear... I can't take this. Why don't you leave your phone number? I'll have Xiaobai contact you later."
Xu Qian thought for a moment and said, "Okay." After saying that, he remembered something and took out a green brocade pouch. "By the way, could you please give this to the person in the hospital who is being treated for hair loss? He should stop taking that He Shou Wu."
"...Hair loss?" Meng Ziqiu looked bewildered. You can actually cure hair loss?
The shopkeeper was also confused. Should he really give them this brocade pouch?
“Ahem… um,” Xu Qian tapped the table with his fingertip, “the medicine I need.”
"Okay, I'll cut it for you right away. Licorice root, fragrant herbs, and rhubarb in a 1:2:1 ratio, right..."
...
On the way back, Meng Ziqiu couldn't help but ask Xu Qian about hair loss, "Hey bro, do you think that hair loss treatment is real?"
"What's wrong? You want some too?" Xu Qian glanced at his hair. It was alright, quite thick. He probably wouldn't need it.
Meng Ziqiu quickly waved his hand, saying he wasn't bald, "It's not me, but a friend of mine really needs some treatment."
“Sure,” Xu Qian said, taking out another identical green brocade pouch. “A highly effective medicine, one pill is all it takes.”
"Then... um, will it be very precious?" Meng Ziqiu wasn't worried about the effectiveness, only about the cost of the medicine.
"It's okay, I have plenty in stock, I'll give it to you." Xu Qian wasn't just saying that to comfort him, after all... it's Wig Valley, so it's normal to research things related to hair, right?
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