Chapter 263



In the lab, Nora opened the alchemy furnace. Even though there was a door between them, a strong fragrance of medicine rushed in. It made people feel energized as soon as they smelled it.

This fragrance…

He cleared his mind, wiping away the tiredness he had felt after waiting for a few days. The old pharmacist had once smelled this fragrance. It was… Zabe Corporation’s Soothing Pill!

Back then, when Doctor Zabe had refined it, he had been present and had even helped him?

However, how could that be?!

Even though the ingredients used were the same. Miss Smith’s refining process was completely different from Silvester Zabe’s?

Sheril didn’t understand, but when she saw her master say that she had failed, her heart instantly ached. However, the first thing she wanted to do was to comfort Nora so she wouldn’t feel guilty or sad.

As she was about to say something, she saw her master suddenly open the door and rush in.

Sheril was surprised. She hurried after him and restrained the old pharmacist. “Master, what are you doing?”

It was sad enough that Nora had failed in her refinement. If the master said something unpleasant, how was Nora going to be able to stand it!

Then she looked at her master’s expression and saw that he was indeed agitated and unable to control himself. She immediately said, “Master, calm down. Calm down a little…”

The old pharmacist’s lips trembled. “Stay away. I can’t calm down.”

He wanted to witness the birth of the Zabe Corporation’s Soothing Pill!

Sheril wouldn’t budge, however. What if the Master made a move? She couldn’t let the Master hit Nora! She replied. “Master, although Nora has failed, it’s not very rare. She might succeed next time!”

The old master: “There won’t be a next time!”

Sheril knew her master was furious. “Yes, yes, there won’t be a next time. Our factory no longer has 500-year-old ginseng. Don’t be angry…”

The old master was anxious. “That’s not what I meant. Hurry up and get out of the way. Let me have a look. He’s managed to make a few.”

Sheril: “Master, you can’t hit Nora. Let’s just say the ginseng was wasted by my…. What?”

Stunned, she suddenly turned around. “How many…how many did you manage to make?”

The old master then pushed her aside and rushed in front of Nora. They looked into the alchemy furnace together….

Previously, Dr. Zabe had managed to make one. This time, the fragrance of Nora’s medicine was very strong. There should be more successes, right?

At this thought, he looked at the oven and froze. His eyes widened as he muttered in disbelief, “How can this be? How can this be…”

Sheril also rushed over. “Master, what is it, how many have you managed to make, one, two?”

The old master’s lips quivered. “No, no…”

“Then…”

The old master’s eyes were already dazed.

The pills in the alchemy furnace were so dense that his eyes were blurry. He couldn’t count them at all.

As he continued counting, he heard Nora’s clear voice. “256.”

“…”

The entire alchemy lab fell silent.

After a while, Sheril said in a trembling voice, “Were they all successfully refined?”.

The old pharmacist also looked at Nora stunned.

Nora looked at the two of them and raised her eyebrows. She smiled in amusement.

She continued to take the refined medicine out of the oven at a moderate pace and placed it in a paper box she carried with her.

At that moment, he heard the old pharmacist roar, “You, stop!”.

Nora: “?”

She paused for a moment. The old pharmacist’s fingers trembled as he pointed to the ordinary paper box in his hand. “You… are you using this box to store medicine?”.

Nora raised her eyebrows. “What else could I use?”

The old master bristled at her indifferent look. “Wait!”

He rushed out and quickly returned with two precious boxes. However, when he looked in the oven, only half of the pills would fit.

Nora held two paper boxes and said, “Leave this half to Harmonia Pharmacy. I’ll take the rest.”

With that, she waved to Sheril and the old master before leaving.

The old master: “…”

Can’t you find a nicer box!!!!

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At the same time, Yvonne had personally arrived at the Zabes’ house.

Silvester Zabe was already old and could not get out of bed. He sat in the wheelchair and greeted her. “Miss Smith, can I help you?”

Yvonne smiled, “I’ve come to buy you some medicine.”

Silvester’s wrinkles covered his original appearance, making him look unapproachable. His voice was frighteningly old. “What medicine?”

“Zabe Corporation’s Soothing Pill.”

Yvonne smiled. “I heard you refined one, three years ago.”

Silvester lowered his eyes. “Oh, I used it at the time.”

Yvonne was stunned.

Silvester’s son hurried to explain at her side, “My father had a sudden seizure two years ago. When he was in a coma we gave it to him.”

At his words, Yvonne looked at Silvester.

He was already very old and must have been in his eighties, almost ninety. She had seen people who had had a sudden seizure at that age. Most of them had their heads bowed, their mouths drawn into a smile, and drool dripping from their mouths. They would not live long.

Silvester, however, was lucid. Besides being unable to move, he didn’t seem to have suffered any seizures.

So, the Zabe Corporation’s Soothing Pills were really powerful!

I was even more determined to give Mrs. Hunt this medicine.

The Andersons must have been thinking about giving her their precious medicine, but for Mrs. Hunt, as good as the medicine was, it could not compare to the Soothing Pill.

She just had to think about it. If Nora gave her a box of Resting Pills at the banquet, although everyone would be envious, if she could give her a Soothing Pill, she would certainly be able to suppress Nora!

She smiled, “I’ll pay a million dollars.”

Silvester shook his head. “I don’t have any pills.”

Her son smiled, too. “It’s not about the money. It’s about the stock.”

Yvonne was still smiling. “Two million dollars.”

“…”

“Two million dollars.”

“…”

Silvester’s son gulped.

What kind of medicine could be sold for two million dollars? That was enough to secure one’s life!

He looked at Silvester and said, “Dad!”

Silvester closed his eyes. “It’s useless for you to ask me. My legs don’t work well anymore. Even if I have money, I can’t do them anymore.”

Silvester’s son sighed, his family was in need of money lately. He pleaded, “Father!”

When Silvester saw his son like this, he felt that he really owed him in his previous life. He could only say, “Ask my disciple.”

The son’s eyes immediately lit up and he said to Yvonne, “Wait a moment.”

He pulled out Silvester’s phone, found his disciple’s number and dialed it.

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