Chapter 252: Raise Your Hand

An Shenyi's room.

"An Shenyi, have you finished looking over the prescription?"

The moment he stepped inside, Fang Yue asked impatiently.

"I've only given it a cursory glance for now. The prescription Lord Ni Dongmei provided is extremely detailed—practically a step-by-step guide. Anyone with a basic grasp of pharmacology could understand it."

An Shenyi's face wore an expression of lingering fascination, as though savoring the prescription's exquisite subtleties. He buried his head in the pages and sighed deeply: "This is the smell of money! I can't even imagine how much this prescription will let me rake in! The only pity is, it's far too ingenious, and at the same time there are obvious signs of alteration—many of the medicinal ingredients clash in their effects, yet they've been forcibly combined to accommodate lower-grade materials. The final result is bound to be greatly diminished. I'm rather curious what miraculous pill the original version of this prescription was meant to refine. Think about it—if I could thoroughly study it, reverse-engineer and crack it open, just how much money could this thing earn!"

Fang Yue: …

To think I took this fellow for someone with the loftiest pursuit of medicine—my brain really isn't working right.

"So can you refine the 【Feibai Pill】 now?"

"In theory, yes. I just need to check whether we have the ingredients in stock. Although the prescription has already lowered its requirements as much as possible, many of the ingredients are still considered precious and rare here in Mo Cun. I've already sent people to check on that—results should come soon. If the ingredients are complete, I'll begin refining immediately."

An Shenyi said, a touch embarrassed.

The limitations of a small place can't be helped.

An Shenyi had already done his utmost to arrange things.

After that, An Shenyi went on to explain the prescription's issues to Fang Yue, but for the most part Fang Yue just listened blankly, unable to understand a thing.

"Right, this is the medical text I mentioned before—my personal notes on medicine. I had someone bring it over specially. It records all the experiences I gained while studying medicine, along with various related knowledge."

Seeing Fang Yue's dizzy, half-lost expression, An Shenyi suddenly remembered something and pulled a thick book from the table beside him.

Just from the thickness of the book, Fang Yue's face went a little pale, recalling the terrifying experience of writing his graduation thesis not long ago.

But thinking of all the benefits of medical skill, Fang Yue gritted his teeth and accepted the notes. He first flipped through a few pages at random—nothing but dense, packed text and various illustrations.

Fang Yue sighed. To chew through this book would take who knows how long, but fortunately there was no rush—he'd read it slowly and learn slowly in the days to come.

He tucked An Shenyi's medical notes away, only to notice An Shenyi staring at him, seeming a little lost in thought.

"What is it?"

"Nothing, it's just… that set of notes. I've actually kept them for a very long time, always hoping to pass them on to someone who could inherit my medical legacy. But after all these years, I never met such a person. Now that they've ended up in your hands, I suddenly feel a sense of relief. Although I've never been conscious of it myself, perhaps deep down I've always wanted to find a true inheritor."

Fang Yue was taken aback: "What about the sworn sister you forced on me before, An Dong'er? Isn't she qualified to inherit your notes?"

"She finished reading them long ago. In the An Family, anyone with sufficient aptitude is required to memorize my medical notes by rote. In terms of medical talent, Dong'er is more than qualified—unfortunately, her heart and character aren't settled yet, and she hasn't made the mental preparation to shoulder the whole family."

Hearing An Shenyi say this, Fang Yue suddenly felt the notes in his hands were a little hot: "This makes it feel like I've taken your An Family's heirloom—it's kind of embarrassing."

"Oh, don't mind that—yours is a hand-copied version."

"…Then what were you sighing about!"

I said this thing looks pretty brand-new—I thought An Shenyi had just taken good care of it.

"It's not the same, Yeye. You're a boy, and when it comes to inheritance… I still have a bit of a knot in my heart about it."

Fang Yue rolled his eyes and ignored him.

This old fellow just wants to use this as an excuse to cozy up to me.

Just as the two were talking on this topic, a sudden knock came at the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

Unexpectedly, the one who pushed the door open and walked in was a familiar face.

Fang Yue blinked in mild surprise: "Lang Mo? What are you here for?"

"Hmph! I'm looking for An Shenyi—what's it got to do with you."

This third young master of the Lang Family didn't hesitate to glare at Fang Yue, his attitude not shifting one bit despite Fang Yue having officially become a Captain.

Of course, after all, Fang Yue was a Captain of Gu Yue Cun—strictly speaking, the people of Mo Cun really had no reason to give him face.

"After you left earlier, Chief Captain Lang Wu sent someone to come and look into the matter, then assigned his family's third young master to assist with it."

An Shenyi explained briefly, then asked: "How's the village's stock of medicinal ingredients? Can we gather everything on the list?"

Hearing An Shenyi speak, Lang Mo straightened his expression: "Most of the ingredients on the list are basically available. For the missing ones, we've notified the noble families to pull them from their stock and contribute to the village. Only the 【Moon Hometown Grass】 is a bit tricky."

"Tricky? How so?"

"The other party isn't too willing to hand it over to the village."

An Shenyi's brow furrowed: "Who has the 【Moon Hometown Grass】? If I step in and put in a word, I trust the villagers will do me the favor."

An Shenyi said, leaning on his own standing.

This made both Fang Yue and Lang Mo show slightly awkward expressions.

This fellow seems to have no self-awareness—earning money so shamelessly, his popularity in Mo Cun isn't that great.

"Uh… according to the records, the only 【Moon Hometown Grass】 was purchased by the village chief's family not long ago. Everyone else has exhausted their stock and hasn't replenished yet. But the village chief has been in Qingsi County for nearly a month now and still hasn't returned. Add to that the whole mess between the Captain and the village chief, and the village chief's family seems unwilling to hand over the 【Moon Hometown Grass】."

The village chief of Mo Cun?

Isn't that Hua Wuye's distant relative—Hua Qiuqiu's family.

Fang Yue was taken aback.

He had previously found time to pay a visit to the Mo Cun village chief's home, but because Hua Qiuqiu wasn't there, he hesitated and didn't hand the letter to anyone else.

After all, Hua Wuye had specifically said it was for Hua Qiuqiu, and Fang Yue had received Hua Wuye's kindness—this small matter he still had to do his best to handle properly.

And if the escort team left Mo Cun before Hua Qiuqiu returned to the village, Fang Yue would naturally hand the letter to the other members of the Hua Family to pass on to her.

"The Hua Family… that really is a bit tricky."

An Shenyi frowned.

The village chief of Mo Cun indeed held no real power, but he was competing with the Guard Team's Captains for support, and had a stable backing of local elites behind him—counting as one of the factions in Mo Cun.

If they insisted on withholding the ingredients, they'd be entirely in the right—after all, this matter was, in essence, the Guard Team requesting the village's support, a voluntary act.

Of course, anyone wanting to curry favor with the Guard Team would back the team's procurement of ingredients wholeheartedly—after all, they weren't refusing to pay, just conducting a temporary purchase at market price.

"How about… I go talk to them?"

Fang Yue raised his hand.

(End of chapter)