The neatly cleaned Hong Fang Xu, once sent to the Imperial Apothecary, left the Southern Pharmacy temporarily less busy than before.
With that patch of bright red poisonous flowers gone from the herb garden, the medical workers felt much more at ease.
Inside the room, Zhu Mao leaned against a huanghuali wood chair, holding his tea while looking at the puddles formed by the accumulated rainwater under the eaves.
As he was watching, another idle thought occurred to him, and Zhu Mao asked, "By the way, how has Lu Tong been lately?"
The newly arrived female medical officer was beautiful and pure, like a blossoming flower. He had someone inquire about Lu Tong at the Medical Officer Institute to find out whom she had offended, but he could never learn the details. Later, he sent Lu Tong to the herb garden to pick Hong Fang Xu to knock down her pride, and secondly, he wanted to use this opportunity to probe the intentions of the Medical Officer Institute.
