Chapter 046: You May Call Me by My Name

The entire hall was plunged into silence. Eyes widened in disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

Deng Man blurted out, “Grandpa Liu, are you sure you’re fully awake?”

Liu Zhen was a master of traditional medicine, an old man with a fierce temper. Normally, he was fond enough of Deng Man, the daughter of his apprentice, but today his face turned cold as he snapped, “Awake? If I sleep any longer, I’ll die in my bed!”

“Xiao Deng, keep your daughter in line from now on. She’s in her final year of high school—she should be focusing on her studies instead of running to the pharmacy every day.”

Startled, Deng Man stumbled back. Was Grandpa Liu really forbidding her to come again?

She wanted to protest, but her father clamped a hand over her mouth. Just now, he had been showered with Liu’s spittle during his tirade and hadn’t even dared to wipe it away. How could he possibly let his daughter offend Liu any further?

Bai Chuwei smiled with a lingering meaning. “‘Spring’s Four Seasons’ is a costly remedy. There’s no need for you to give it to us, Master Liu—we’ll pay for it ourselves.”

Liu Zhen wailed, half in tears, “Ancestor, I’ll give it—I’ll give as much as you want! I have plenty here!”

Before Bai Chuwei could reply, Liu Zhen darted to the front of the pharmacy and shouted at his dumbstruck apprentice, “What are you standing around for? Go count all the ‘Spring’s Four Seasons’ in the shop and bring every last bit of it here!”

With Liu’s command, everyone sprang into action.

Bai Chuwei smiled and spread her hands at Deng Man. This wasn’t her fault—Master Liu insisted on giving the medicine.

“Deliver all the medicinal herbs I ordered to the entrance of Liu’s Divine Pharmacy,” Bai Chuwei instructed.

Soon, all the major pharmacies delivered the more than one hundred kinds of medicine Bai Chuwei had requested.

Liu Zhen, having changed his clothes, stared in disbelief. Was all this for a person? Or was it for a herd of cattle? And every single herb was precious and rare.

Bai Chuwei lifted her chin and signaled to Duan Feihan. “‘Spring’s Four Seasons’ can be a gift, but the rest we’ll pay for.”

The entire pile of medicinal herbs cost Duan Feihan three hundred million.

He didn’t even blink.

Duan Feihan sent a driver to help transport everything back.

Bai Chuwei glanced at the trembling Liu Zhen and said with a bright smile, “Don’t worry—tonight, in your dreams, I won’t let your master come looking for you.”

At that, Liu Zhen shuddered and nodded frantically, hurrying to see Bai Chuwei and Duan Feihan out of the pharmacy.

As evening deepened, Duan Feihan walked beside Bai Chuwei. She gazed up listlessly at the night sky, sighing to herself that the nights in this seaside city could never compare to the star-sprinkled nights she’d seen atop Misty Mountain.

“Miss Bai, this medicine isn’t really for my father, is it?” the man asked suddenly.

Bai Chuwei stopped and looked at him, blinking. “Weren’t you supposed to call me ‘sister’?”

His expression was cold, his face unreadable.

She could only smile. “Fine, if you don’t want to call me that, call me whatever you like.”

They continued on, side by side. Bai Chuwei stroked her delicate, fair chin and smiled enigmatically. “You’re right—the medicine isn’t for your father. I need it myself. But how did you know?”

Suddenly, the man leaned in close, a faint scent of men’s cologne enveloping her in a bold, inescapable way—oddly pleasant.

Duan Feihan spoke in a low voice, “Chuwei, there’s a subtle fragrance of herbs on you.”

It meant she herself carried an illness.

They stood so close that their shadows melded together.

A flicker of something darted through Bai Chuwei’s eyes. She took two steps back, smiling. “Mr. Duan is very perceptive.” She had, after all, managed to fleece him out of quite a sum.

He stood straight as a nobleman from a bygone era, his eyes fixed on her as he spoke slowly, “I call you Chuwei. You may call me by my name as well.”