Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Chapter 1079 Worry about the sequelae of medication

Fu Cheng looked at his master, hesitated, and said, "But the efficacy of these prescriptions may be a little overbearing."

The vice-chairman just put down the paper in his hand, and his voice was calm: "When did you become so timid?"

Fu Cheng's eyelids drooped slightly, and he replied softly, "I'm just worried that something will happen after taking the medicine."

"The medicine of the Pharmacist Association is not a magical medicine to cure all diseases. Post-operative infections will occur after surgery. Do you think the medicine can guarantee 100% no adverse reactions? Do you need me to teach you this common sense?" He glanced at Fu Cheng and said lightly.

"It's me who got into the horns." Fu Cheng lowered his head.

The vice-chairman propped up his elbows and pressed his fingertips on his temples, as if remembering something, he raised his head again, "This year's assessment is only a month away, you won't let me down again this time, right?"

Fu Cheng squeezed the hand hanging by his side, and suppressed the coldness in his eyes, "Master, don't worry, I promise that this year I won't be like last year, and I will definitely suppress He Shu."

The vice president hummed softly, and after a while, he said again: "Your talent is no worse than He Shu, go down and prepare well, and ask me if you encounter any problems."

"Well." Fu Cheng nodded, "Then I'll go down first."

The vice president waved his hand.

Fu Cheng took the prescription list and walked out, 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, that is, refining medicine. Whoever has a higher comprehensive rating on the refining medicine can obtain the level authority in the association.

In last year's assessment, Fu Cheng lost to He Shu.

And He Shu was President Wang's eldest apprentice. The vice president naturally didn't want his apprentice to always lose to the president's apprentice. This was a matter of face.

Fu Cheng understood this, so the pressure doubled. After returning to Fu's house from the Pharmacist Association, in addition to refining medicine for Mr. Song, he was thinking about the medicine for evaluation in a month.

But I didn't expect anything good, so after refining Old Master Song's medicine, Fu Cheng left the refining pharmacy in a depressed mood.

When he walked to the living room, he saw his cousin sitting on the sofa, with a mobile phone in her hand and earphones in her ears. At this time, there was no one else in the living room.

Fu Cheng was thoughtful and suddenly remembered something. He walked over to his cousin, sat down not far from her, and called out, "Fu Ya."

Fu Ya was playing a game, the volume of the headphones was turned up, and she didn't hear Fu Cheng's voice, or she didn't want to pay attention to him when she heard it.

Fu Cheng frowned slightly, his eyes showed displeasure, he reached out and tore off Fu Ya's earphone, "Can't you hear me talking to you?"

The phone screen suddenly went dark, Fu Ya's fingertips stopped, and then she raised her head impatiently, "Are you sick?"

It was rare for Fu Cheng to not bother with his cousin today. He raised his legs and said, "There is still a month left for the assessment of the association. If you don't study medicine, what does it look like to play games all day?"

"None of your business." Fu Ya snorted softly. She lowered her head and put on her earphones again, obviously not wanting to talk to Fu Cheng more.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng felt anger in his heart. He took Fu Ya's phone and threw it on the marble coffee table with a bang.

Fu Ya's movements remained the same as when she had just played the game. After a while, her fingers in the air finally moved, raised her head, and looked at Fu Cheng blankly.