Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Song Qi was waiting for Zhu, but the moment she opened the door, she saw her daughter standing there. She could not help feeling surprised. “Ya? What are you doing here?”

Song Qi paused before she composed herself and asked. “When did you get here? How long have you been here for?”

Since Ji Ya was preoccupied thinking about her grandfather’s condition, she failed to detect anything amiss with Song Qi. She simply nodded and replied. “I just came over from the hospital director’s office.”

Song Qi instantly felt relieved to hear this. In that case, she must not have overheard her conversation with Song Zhi.

She promptly pulled her into the hospital ward and said gently, “Did you ask the hospital director about your grandfather’s condition?”

“Uh huh,” acknowledged Ji Ya before looking at Song Zhi and greeting him. “Hi, Uncle Zhi.”

The coldness on Song Zhi’s face dissipated when he saw his niece. He said genially, “Hi, Ya.”

Ji Ya nodded. She walked up to the hospital bed only to see her grandfather still unconscious. She could not help feeling bad. “When is Grandpa going to regain consciousness?”

Song Qi walked up beside her and patted her on the shoulder. “Since he is getting on age, chemotherapy is taking its toll on him, so he won’t wake up so quickly.”

Ji Ya raised her head to glance at her mother. “The hospital director said Grandpa can’t wait anymore. Mom, I…”

Song Qi knew what her daughter was going to say, so she anxiously interrupted. “I know you are worried about your grandfather, but there is nothing you can do about it since you are not a match. We must find some other way to get matching bone marrow.”

Ji Ya was stunned. What did her mother mean by not being a match?

As far as Ji Ya knew, she had not gotten herself tested.

Song Qi was afraid that her daughter might blurt something. She leaned sideways slightly so that Song Zhi could not see her face before she glanced at Ji Ya and hinted at her to keep her mouth shut.

Ji Ya turned to look at her uncle. Since she was a smart girl, she reckoned her mother must have said something to her uncle. She rubbed her forehead and contemplated.

Song Zhi said, “We can take care of your grandfather. You should not hold up your schoolwork because of him.”

Ji Ya parted her lips but did not expose her mother. She simply answered softly. “I know, Uncle Zhi.”

“Uh huh.” Song Zhi acknowledged without speaking further.

Ji Ya veered her eyes. A thought crossed her mind, so she quickly put down the books in her hands and took her phone out from her bag.

Song Qi noticed her daughter’s strange reaction, so she asked quizzically. “Ya?”

Ji Ya took out her phone as she said, “I recall my teacher saying he knew someone from the Apothecaries’ Association. Let me ask if he can help introduce me.”

The moment Ji Ya finished her sentence, Song Qi and Song Zhi both raised their heads to look at her swiftly. Song Zhi asked her in amazement. “Someone from the Apothecaries’ Association?”

“Does your teacher know someone from the Apothecaries’ Association?” asked Song Qi in astonishment.

The Apothecaries’ Association was highly prominent in the capital. The medication they created was worth their weight in gold and hard to come by.

Even if the hospital diagnosed a patient as terminal, the Apothecaries’ Association might be able to cure him with just a pill.

They were simply capable of miracles.

Apothecaries had high status in every single clan and it was also a great honor to know one.

Ji Ya looked at her mother and uncle before she calmly acknowledged them.

She went quiet briefly before she explained. “I recall my teacher talking about this before, but I can’t remember for sure. Let me ask him.”