Pei Rong shrugged and answered. "I heard he caused a medicine maker to explode recently."
Fu Cheng recalled He Shu looking very disheveled. He probably looked that way because he had been burning the midnight oil. He scoffed gently and said, "Things can't go as he wishes forever."
Pei Rong lowered his eyes and smiled. He chimed in. "It's true. Sometimes, it really comes down to pure talent."
Fu Cheng liked hearing what Pei Rong said, so he felt better. "After we are done with the exam we should hang out more and talk about Chinese medicine."
Pei Rong had every intention of getting close to Fu Cheng. After all, he was the deputy chairman's disciple. He nodded and said, "Perfect. I had questions to ask you anyway."
Fu Cheng acknowledged gently with his hands behind his back.
*
The next day, at the Apothecaries' Association exam.
