The fire and my own death were beyond control. I resolved not to despair, even if everything was burnt to ashes.
Borrowing Claire’s body to work again was a blessing, a miracle not everyone experiences. I had made up my mind to think positively about it.
But seeing the devastation with my own eyes, tears welled up uncontrollably.
“Miss, you must have been greatly indebted to Pharmacist Jane.”
I looked up at the warm hand patting my shoulder. A kind-faced elderly woman stood beside me.
“Me and my grandson, we both owed her a lot.”
“Grandma…”
She was a regular at the pharmacy, coming once every fortnight for medicine.
She had raised her grandson alone after losing her son and daughter-in-law to an epidemic that swept through the capital.
Her misfortune didn’t end there. Her only remaining kin, her grandson, suffered from a chronic lung disease, making him frequently ill.
Despite her age, she visited the pharmacy regularly to personally prepare medicines for him, always paying diligently despite her financial difficulties, even when I tried to decline payment.
Tears filled the wrinkled eyes of the elderly woman. She roughly wiped her tears away and placed a bouquet on the ground. Closing her eyes, she clasped her hands as if praying for the soul’s peace.
I then noticed what I hadn’t seen before, absorbed in the charred remains of the pharmacy.
The ground was covered with flowers, lit candles, and what looked like handmade dolls.
For the common folk who didn’t own gardens, flowers were precious. Yet, they brought them here, along with dolls and candles, to commemorate Jane’s death.
Tears welled up again as I saw her fingertips, stained green. The effort she must have put into making this bouquet was evident.
The memorial items covering the front of the pharmacy indicated many had come to pay their respects.
There were notes of gratitude, messages blessing that Jane, who had helped so many in need, would be guided to a good place if there were a god.
Feeling their heartfelt sentiments sent a shiver through me.
‘I must have lived quite well.’
Realizing so many mourned my death, and witnessing this scene, was a miracle not everyone could experience.
I carefully placed the bouquet of irises Elaina had wrapped, a memorial to myself, thanking my life for not being in vain.
Closing my eyes, I prayed for Claire, who had given me this new life.
Since no one knew Claire had died, there was no one to grieve or memorialize her except for me.
After praying for Claire’s peace, I looked around. The grandmother was walking away in the distance.
“Grandma!”
She turned around.
“Is Cass doing well?”
At my question, she tilted her head, then waved her hand, saying:
“Thanks to Pharmacist Jane, he’s very healthy!”
Her words allowed me to smile peacefully.
The day of the healer’s exam arrived.
With Elaina’s encouragement, I went to the examination hall, my heart fluttering.
The exam was divided into three areas: medicines, diagnosis, and treatment. The medicine test involved identifying and verifying the uses of medicinal herbs, but the diagnosis and treatment were just written exams.
I wondered if that was enough to properly diagnose and treat someone.
Even the same disease can manifest differently in individuals, and explaining in writing is worlds apart from examining a patient directly.
Although it’s impractical to bring patients for each exam, passing a written test didn’t seem sufficient to fulfill a healer’s duties.
“Rather than hastily issuing healer licenses, they should strengthen the practical exams to ensure candidates can actually treat patients. No wonder there are so few who can properly fulfill the healer’s role after getting licensed.”
Medicine can heal if used correctly, but it becomes poison if misused.
Even common ingredients like buckwheat flour or peanuts could be deadly weapons for some, let alone herbs with stronger effects. This is why caution is necessary, and continuous study and research are essential.
Grandfather always said that neither healers nor pharmacists are gods, and one must always remember that ignorance can cost someone’s life.
“How did you get here?”
As I was about to enter the exam hall, a man who appeared to be an examiner blocked my path. He looked tired and annoyed, as if confronted with an unwelcome task.
“I’ve come to take the exam.”
He sighed deeply and spoke to me informally.
“If you’re looking for a maid hiring location, it’s not here. You should go to the east gate.”
“I’m not here for a maid’s position. I’m here to take the healer license exam.”
He looked me up and down. His demeaning gaze and attitude soured my mood. I had been irked from the moment he condescended to me.
“You seem to have a grand delusion. This exam isn’t for everyone. If you’re looking to fool around, go that way.”
He waved his hand dismissively, indicating I should go far away.
Not wanting to attract unnecessary attention and risk being late for the exam, I restrained my annoyance and spoke to him.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
