Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Pei Feng stood by the side and watched as Pei Rong finished refining the pills.

Four pills could be seen in the pill mold when he removed them from the fire while the rest of them had turned black and meshed together.

Pei Feng could not help recalling what happened when Huo Yao refined pills, so he asked him. “What does it mean if someone starts the process similarly and ends with 20 pills?”

Pei Rong cautiously retrieved the four pills from the mold and left them to cool in a porcelain bowl before he looked at Pei Feng and said, “That’s impossible. No one is capable of having a 100% success rate.”

Considering the amount of ingredients he used, his success rate was already pretty high. Any other apothecaries would probably only end up refining two to three pills.

Pei Feng touched his nose. “What if someone really did it? Would it mean that it was a failed attempt?”

Since he was no apothecary, he was unaware.

He only brought up what Huo Yao had done when he saw his older brother refining pills.

Pei Rong cleared the remnants of the herbs from the mold and discarded them in the bin. “I recall you called to ask me this over the phone.”

“Uh huh. When Dad invited the girl over previously, he told me to watch her refine pills and learn how to make a nerve soothing incense,” explained Pei Feng.

Pei Rong suddenly recalled his father saying briefly that the girl was an apothecary as well.

Pei Feng continued speaking. “I was there to witness her entire process of pill production. Judging from her technique, she doesn’t seem as professional as you since her process was far simpler and seemed patronizing. However, I was surprised by the level of accuracy she had with the dosage.”

Although Pei Feng did not like how pretentious Huo Yao was, he had to admit that she was talented with Chinese medicine.

“High accuracy with dosage?” asked Pei Rong with his head tilted.

Pei Feng nodded. “Dad was probably impressed by her because she is well-versed in Chinese medicine and good with dosage measurement.”

Pei Rong could not help looking at his pills. He paused briefly and picked up a pill to smell and examine its quality. It seemed slightly better than his usual work.

The pill grade hinged on the effect of the pills and not the number of pills the apothecary was capable of refining at one go. The pills’ efficacy rested on the flawless pairing of herbs in the prescription.

He was only trying his luck when he refined these pills using Huo Yao’s prescription entirely.

Initially, he presumed that they would turn out to be common medicine. From the looks of it now, they were bordering on B grade.

I-it was unbelievable.

Pei Feng could not help asking when he saw Pei Rong staring at the pills in a daze. “Big Bro?”

Pei Rong failed to hear Pei Feng’s question. Instead, he scrutinized the medicine before he smelled them and a vague notion crossed his mind.

Although this was not B grade medication, it was far better than C grade.

No wonder he found the prescription intriguing. It was surprisingly a C grade prescription.

Pei Rong was instantly startled.