Chapter 1079 Worried about the sequelae of medication
Fu Cheng looked at his master, hesitated, and said, "But the effects of these prescriptions may be a bit overbearing."
The vice president simply put down the paper in his hand and said in a dignified voice: "When did you become so timid?"
Fu Cheng's eyelids drooped slightly, and he replied softly: "I'm just worried that something unexpected will happen after taking the medicine."
"The medicine produced by the Pharmacists Association is not a panacea that can cure all diseases. Postoperative infection will occur during surgery. Do you think the medicine can guarantee that there will be no adverse reactions? Do I need to teach you this common sense?" The vice president glanced at Fu Cheng and said lightly.
"I'm being too picky." Fu Cheng lowered his head.
The vice president propped up his elbows, and lightly pressed his temples with his fingertips. He looked up again, as if remembering something. "There is only one month left before this year's assessment. You won't let me down again this time, right?"
Fu Cheng squeezed his hands hanging by his side and hid the coldness in his eyes, "Master, don't worry, I promise that this year I won't be like last year, I will definitely press the sheaves down."
The vice president hummed softly, and after a long while, he continued, "Your talent is no worse than He Shu's. Go down and prepare well. If you encounter any problems, come and ask me if you can."
"Yeah." Fu Cheng nodded, "Then I'll go down first."
The vice president waved his hand.
Fu Cheng walked out with the prescription in his hand, but he was thinking about this year's assessment in his mind.
The Pharmacist Association conducts an assessment every December. The assessment is very simple, which is to refine medicine. Whoever refines the medicine with a high comprehensive rating will be able to obtain level authority in the association.
In last year's assessment, Fu Cheng lost to He Shu.
He Shu is President Wang's eldest disciple, and the vice president naturally doesn't want his disciple to always lose to the president's disciple. This is a matter of face.
Fu Cheng understood this very well, so the pressure doubled. After returning to the Fu family from the Pharmacist Association, in addition to refining medicine for Mr. Song, he was thinking about the assessment medicines one month later.
But he didn't expect anything good, so after refining the medicine for Mr. Song, Fu Cheng left the pharmacy in a depressed mood.
When he walked into the living room, he saw his cousin sitting lazily on the sofa, with a mobile phone in her hand and earphones in her ears. There was no one else in the living room at this time.
Fu Cheng was deep in thought, and suddenly remembered something. He walked towards his cousin, sat down not far from her, and called out, "Fu Ya."
Fu Ya was playing games with the volume of her headphones turned up high, so she didn't hear Fu Cheng's voice, or maybe she heard it but didn't want to pay attention to him.
Fu Cheng frowned slightly, his eyes showing displeasure. He reached out and pulled off Fu Ya's earphones, "Can't you hear me talking to you?"
The phone screen suddenly went dark. Fu Ya paused, then raised her head impatiently, "Are you sick?"
Fu Cheng rarely argued with his cousin today. He crossed his legs and said, "The association's assessment will be held in a month. What's the point of playing games all day instead of researching medicine?"
"It's none of your business." Fu Ya sneered, she lowered her head and put on her headphones again, obviously not wanting to talk any more with Fu Cheng.
Seeing this, Fu Cheng became furious. He snatched Fu Ya's phone and threw it on the marble coffee table with a clang.
Fu Ya was still in the same posture as she was playing games. After a while, her fingers raised in the air finally moved. She raised her head and looked at Fu Cheng expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
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