Noan Leta collected the residues together with his fingers, took out a knife from his pocket, and carefully scraped the residues into a small white-colored jade bottle that was carried closely with him.
Qian Jin shook his head and sighed repeatedly. Though this sham pharmacist was terrible at making potions, he was after all comparatively assiduous, and thus wasn’t completely beyond hope.
"Where is the patient?"
Another voice full of loftiness came from outside the door and then here walked in a pharmacist in robe. He was also of medium build, yet his brows and hair were golden-colored. The two slanted brows had drooped to the corner of the eyes, making him look like he lacked vigor.
"Mr. Snay Rouse." Pam Honxuan moved aside and left Duren Burg’s bed.
