Chapter 61 Losing the Inspiration (Edited) This is my promise
In the afternoon, Master Lu hurriedly left with his apprentice, and Mingxin Hall immediately returned to its original tranquility.
Although there were no more patients, everyone's work was far from over. Shen Jiang sorted through Dr. Lu's medical records from the day's treatments. My cousin Chen Ru was at the cashier's counter, tallying up the bills. The cashier's code was my aunt's bank card, and she was always worried about working with money, so she had to go back and forth to calculate the bills several times. She'd rather do the dirty work of preparing medicine in the backyard than sit here and endure this kind of pain.
However, Chen Ru knew Shen Jiang was indeed short-staffed. Hiring one more person would cost her a fortune. Currently, except for the two specialist doctors from the Chinese Medicine Hospital, when the shop was busy, she didn't need to come in to collect fees. She continued to prepare the herbs in the backyard. In total, she only had to come in to collect fees five and a half days a month, which was just a handy job.
He Mei at the pharmacy had finished filling the prescriptions, but she still had medicine for over thirty other patients waiting to be prepared. However, He Mei had no problem with this; she preferred this fulfilling life to an idle one.
However, she was vaguely worried about this small clinic. After all, she found that it only had business when outside experts came to see patients, and no one came here at other times.
Shen Jiang's younger cousin Chen Houkang was busy preparing medicinal herbs in the backyard at the moment. There were really too many herbs, but fortunately he was a good farmer and he had done all the heavy work in the fields before.
Actually, preparing medicinal herbs is easier than farming. After all, you don't have to rely on the weather for your livelihood. He used to use his nephew to do the work, but what happened today? The sun was almost setting, and Chen Dabao still hadn't shown up.
When Shen Jiang knew that Chen Dabao had not come yet, she just said lightly, "I know," and nothing else, as if she had been prepared.
Shen Jiang originally thought that Chen Dabao would not be able to hold on for more than a few days before passing away. The fact that he could hold on until now was completely beyond her expectations.
Little did they know that at that moment, Chen Dabao was with his biological father, Chen Yingfa, in a tea restaurant in the new district of Nanze City. The father and son, clutching fresh, hot herbs, were chatting with someone.
"Brother, you recently bought medicine from me. You should know the quality of the herbs I have. They're impeccable!" Chen Yingfei said with a hearty laugh. "Look at the quality. It's incredible. I'm the only one like this in the province."
Despite this, the man opposite did not give a positive response. Finally, he said, "I want to take these herbs back."
"That won't do." Chen Yingfei's face changed. "If you don't want it, there are plenty of people who do. I'm asking you first because of our good relationship."
The man felt funny, friendship?
It's just that they recently spent several times more than the normal market price to buy medicinal herbs from this country bumpkin, and he tasted the sweetness, so he took the initiative to contact him.
The man hesitated, however. The herbs were indeed of good quality, so why hadn't the boss replied yet? He had checked his phone several times, but there wasn't a single new message.
"Wait a minute, I'm going out to answer a call." The man stood up with the phone, leaving Chen Yingfei and his son staring at each other.
The medicinal herbs placed on the clean dining table were exactly the ones Shen Jiang brought back from another world.
Chen Dabao had been working like a slave at Mingxintang recently, constantly hearing things like, "Don't waste these good herbs," and "Be careful, these herbs are hard to come by." Over time, he'd actually developed a taste for Mingxintang's herbs.
That day, while he was working, he secretly stuffed a handful of medicinal herbs into his pocket while his uncle and aunt were not paying attention, and then took them home to ask his father.
When Chen Yingfei first saw the prepared Gastrodia elata, he didn't think much of it. He thought it was from Mingxintang, so it must look good. He happened to have a headache, so he asked his wife to add it to the chicken soup. Who could have imagined that the soup would be so effective that the migraines that had plagued him for years hadn't returned.
It was at this time that Chen Yingfei began to pay attention to the "precious" medicinal materials in Mingxintang that his son mentioned.
"Bring back a few more herbs for me to see."
Chen Dabao secretly put some medicinal herbs into his pocket every day. Over time, the amount accumulated and he was able to secretly take out quite a few herbs.
Every time he brought back some medicinal herbs, his father would gasp. Only then did Chen Dabao believe that his uncle was not lying. The herbs they prepared were indeed rare and good herbs on the market. Not only were they scarce, but they were also of very high quality.
Chen Yingfa knew he wasn't being completely honest, but Shen Jiang wasn't a good person either. She'd told him the shop had enough staff, but after Dabao arrived, she'd treated his precious son like an ox. In just two weeks, his son had already lost a lot of weight, and his palms were covered in blisters. She was kind enough to do a favor, and at the end of the month she'd given him a thousand yuan as a token of her gratitude.
Does he need her thousand dollars?
This medicinal herb is so good that it could fetch a fortune anywhere, but if it were sold to the man on the phone not far away, he could resell it for several times the price. This was also the reason why Chen Yingfa was willing to wait patiently here.
The man hung up the phone, walked back out of the restaurant and sat down. "How many of these do you have? I want them all."
Chen Yingfa was overjoyed, but he wasn't sure how many medicinal herbs were at the source behind Mingxin Hall. He thought for a moment and asked tentatively, "How much can you eat?"
The man was amused by his presumptuous question. His boss was a well-known wealthy businessman in Nanze City, so he spoke clearly, "I want as much as you have."
Chen Dabao looked up from his mobile game interface in a daze. His father was patting his shoulder with joy and said, "Son, our family is going to be rich."
Chen Yingfa had only one thought in his mind at this moment: to find out where his aunt got all these medicines from.
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After Shen Jiang and the others finished sorting out the medical records, they went to the backyard to start making a high-concentration □□ extract.
She promised to give Priest potions. If he took one potion a day, that would be 23 potions. One magic teleportation scroll took 3 potions, and they used 4 last time, which meant 12 potions. So she had to prepare at least 35 potions.
Shen Jiang calculated the scale of the project, realizing it was far beyond her expectations. The extraction equipment she had was cheap, so she could only produce ten potions in an afternoon. Unless she bought new equipment now, she wouldn't be able to complete the task. Shen Jiang didn't want to spend the money, thinking back to what the brat had done last time: not only had he nearly drained her blood, but he'd also screwed Ellis and the others.
Repaying evil with kindness is not the choice a wise person should make.
It's time to let the brat see what the evil of human nature is.
Another world.
Priest sat bored in the living room of his vast castle. The air was particularly strange today, and he actually sneezed. Strange, vampires rarely exhibited such physiological behaviors, after all, their body structures were different from those of ordinary people. What was going on today?
Speaking of which, today is the eighth day since the black witch left, and it is also the eighth day since he completely lost contact with the master of the contract.
He had watched helplessly as that unassuming woman suddenly unleashed a legendary item—a portal, even more powerful than a high-level teleportation scroll—stunning him to the point of near total stupor. Even more shocking was the fact that the black witch had mysteriously disappeared since then.
"Don't worry, the witch will come back." The orc girl looked calm.
It was impossible not to worry. Priest was in a panic because he had completely lost the sense of the Contract Master! The person he had worked so hard to find suddenly disappeared before his eyes. How could he not be anxious?
Because it was his first time to make a contract with a human, Priest didn't understand the rules, so he went back to his family to ask his father.
"As a disciple, you can not only sense the location of the Master, but when the Master summons you, you must go immediately, otherwise you will face unbearable backlash. There is only one situation in which you will not be able to sense her location at all."
"What is it?"
"When she became a corpse. However, if she were a corpse, you would have been affected by the backlash of the contract. Since you appear to be safe and sound, perhaps you didn't even reach a contract."
His father's words made Priest even more depressed. He wanted to hear a different answer, so he rushed home to ask his father. In the end, neither answer was what he wanted to hear. Priest would not doubt himself, so he now seriously suspected that the black witch might have been torn apart by some force for some reason.
If the black witch is really dead, what will happen to their potions?
If he had known, he shouldn't have grabbed her tightly and followed the orcs away. No, he shouldn't have brought her into the arena. Priest felt that his life was bleak. The goal he had been working on for more than a year had been destroyed. He couldn't bear such a blow.
He also felt that those orcs and humans were less humane than a vampire like him. When the orc siblings met the two women in the square, they hugged and cried, but no one was worried about where the black witch had gone. They actually wanted to leave that damn place as soon as possible.
It’s a pity that the Black Witch was so worried about the orc brother and sister that she was willing to risk her life to save them.
Unfortunately, the black witch's request to him was to protect these people, so no matter how dissatisfied Priest was, he could not hurt these hateful guys. After Priest escorted them to a relative's house on a farm outside the city, he saw their old trick of family reunion and tears on the scene being played out again, and he couldn't help but feel sick.
Just orcs and humans pretending to be nice.
Priest left without saying goodbye.
Dracula watched his son's anxiety spiral into numbness, and finally, uncharacteristically, he began pacing the house. After plundering the family's most valuable antiques and jewelry, he discovered that his son Priest's favorite storage ring contained treasures worth half a small country. He knew that was the ransom his son had promised to pay to the black dragon, otherwise the dragon would never let him go. Dracula had never imagined his son could bargain with a black dragon. Perhaps he had truly grown up.
After finishing the installation, he could clearly feel that Priest was in a much better mood.
Dracula didn't care about these riches at all. As a vampire who had lived for a thousand years, he had thousands of manors, fields, and shops, which could generate endless wealth. He only had these things in his house because they were the only things he could put them in.
But Priest seemed to have not packed enough and even secretly packed a suitcase.
Dracula couldn't help but wonder: "Priest, why is there a strange smell in your luggage?"
And since we already have storage rings, why do we still need a suitcase?
Priest's pale face suddenly flushed, but fortunately he was thick-skinned and his old father could not see the blush beneath his skin.
"Father, I promised that human that I would give her something of humble origin as a gift for her as a pawned disciple. Even though she may be dead, I want to go to her grave and offer this belated gift."
In Priest's eyes, the arena was naturally the tomb of the black witch.
"Good boy, you did the right thing." Dracula admired his son very much. He didn't expect that his son had really grown up.
However, when Priest actually arrived at the arena, he unexpectedly discovered that the orc brother and sister, their mother and another human were all nearby.
"Are you crazy? She put in so much effort to rescue you, and you actually dared to come here and fall into a trap!" The young vampire in a windbreaker showed his ferocious fangs in the moonlight.
Beatrice was wondering where he had been these days. "Priest, that's perfect! Come join us in welcoming the arrival of the Witch!"
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