At 5:30 PM, Lena Locke lifted her head in despair. "Sophie, I might really not be suited to study traditional Flowery medicine."
Sophie didn't say anything, but her expression already answered for her; she might not be suited for it either.
Old Mr. Smith glanced at the two of them and, for once, didn't lose his temper. Instead, he patiently looked at them. "Expecting you to memorize the appearance, functions, and effects of a hundred types of medicines in one day is indeed too much. This is your task for next week. I'll check on you next Saturday."
The two of them exhaled a sigh of relief. This lenient master still had some humanity left.
Abigail watched from the side with a faint smile on her lips. In her heart, she felt that her grandpa really had softened a bit with age. Back in the day, if she couldn't memorize everything, she would've gotten a beating.
After dinner, Pullan came to pick her up.
