After breakfast the next day, Zhan Feng drove Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan to Yongchun Pharmacy.
After Ye Qun's accident, the two children were distraught and had no interest in running the business, so Yongchun Medicine Shop closed down, and the young clerk took a long vacation and returned to his hometown in the countryside. Now that the funeral was over and everything was settled, Ye Qian and Ye Zhi pulled themselves together and planned to reopen the shop as soon as possible.
Although Jiu Zun gave Zhang a check for five million, which would allow them to live comfortably even without doing business, the two children always felt that the money was stained with their eldest brother's blood and refused to accept it. Zhan Feng had no choice but to keep it for them first.
The two half-grown children have been staying in the store since last night, sorting the inventory, checking the accounts, and taking over the burden of supporting the family that used to be on their eldest brother.
When Qingshan and his group arrived, Ye Qian and Ye Zhi were drying herbs. Various Chinese medicinal materials were spread out in the small backyard patio.
Seeing the people coming, Ye Qian quickly wiped his hands and poured hot tea for Qingshan and the other two.
Ye Qian felt the plaster cast was inconvenient to move around in, so he took the initiative to remove it. It no longer interfered with his walking, though he felt a slight soreness. Qingshan observed with X-ray vision that young people's cortical bone had a rich blood supply and healed quickly. As long as he avoided strenuous activity, it would be fine.
Ye Zhi put the big basket in his hand on the shelf, stood beside his second brother with his hands hanging down, and looked at Zhan Feng.
Although Zhan Feng and Ye Zhi are good friends, they have never met each other many times before. However, through the contact in the past few days, Ye Qian and Ye Zhi have long regarded Zhan Feng as their backbone and follow his lead in everything.
"Xiaozhi, how have you been feeling these past two days?"
Qingshan was only sixteen years old after the New Year, two years younger than Ye Zhi, but she had a calmness beyond her age, her movements were graceful and appropriate, and her aura was two meters and eighty. Therefore, no one present thought there was anything wrong with Qingshan calling her "Xiao Zhi".
Ye Zhi's face was much rosier than when Qingshan first saw her, and her lips were also bloody. When she heard Qingshan's question, she quickly replied:
"Senior Chen, I feel much better now. I used to be so exhausted that I felt tired just sitting. Now I can even help my second brother with the work!"
Qingshan had long ago used clairvoyance to observe the girl's bone marrow, and his blood-forming function had begun to recover. Yeats's illness had been caused by years of drug poisoning, and his bone marrow was weak, so recovery was not as fast as an acute illness, and he had to recuperate slowly, like peeling off the silk threads of an onion.
Qingshan reached into his bag, pulled out a gourd with a thin waist and a round belly, and handed it to Yeats:
"This is the new blood-generating pill I made. You'll start taking it from today. The usage and dosage are the same as before. Eat more iron-rich foods and don't overwork yourself."
Yeats took the gourd and kept thanking him.
Luo Wenyuan glanced at Qingshan's shriveled shoulder bag, a look of surprise flashing across his eyes. He'd helped Qingshan carry the bag on their way out. The embroidered small bag was fluttery, neither the shape nor the weight looked like it could hold a gourd of pills. Could it be...? This was the little bastard's secret?
Qingshan stood up, hands behind his back, and walked around the courtyard to carefully examine the Chinese medicinal herbs drying in the sun. Qingshan found that these herbs were of high quality. In the humid climate of Hong Kong Island, there was no sign of mold at all, which showed that someone who understood the herbs had been drying them regularly.
The ground in the courtyard was now covered with all kinds of sliced and prepared medicinal herbs. Some of them were even mixed together without any labels. Qingshan couldn't help but frown and asked Ye Qian who was following behind her:
"Xiao Qian, who usually takes care of the medicinal materials in your pharmacy?"
Ye Qian's face, which had been filled with sorrow for many days, finally showed the confidence that a young man should have. He puffed out his chest and said, "Senior, it's me."
"you?"
Ye Qian's hair was dyed golden and he had a black earring on his left ear. He looked like a problem student in a hot-blooded high school. Qingshan never expected that he was the one who took care of the medicinal herbs.
"Xiao Qian, you're spreading the herbs out like this, aren't you afraid of getting them mixed up?"
Ye Qian said firmly, "My courtyard is small. If we don't mix them together like this, they won't be able to air out. I'm very familiar with these herbs. I can tell what they are with my eyes closed!"
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