The rain had continued for two days, but finally, the sky had cleared.
At the Imperial Apothecary, Shi Changpu moved the damp medicinal herbs out to bask in the sun while he himself dozed off in a chair at the entrance.
The duties at the Imperial Apothecary weren't as busy as those at the Medical Officer Institute, but it couldn't be considered leisurely either. However, for someone with no ambition, who just wanted to scrape by, this was a cushy job indeed.
Shi Changpu had joined the Imperial Apothecary twenty years ago, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed. His colleagues either climbed up the ranks or fell from grace mid-way, while he alone remained securely in his position, as if he had no intention of ever giving up his post as Chief Physician until the end of time.
