Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Fu Cheng looked at his master, hesitated, and said: "The efficacy of these prescriptions may be a little overbearing."

The vice president just put down the paper in his hand, and his voice was not irritating: "When did you become so daunting?"

Fu Cheng's eyelids drooped slightly, and he whispered back, "I'm just worried about something changed after taking the medicine."

"The medicine of the Association of Pharmacists is not a magical medicine to cure all diseases. Surgery will cause postoperative infections. Do you think the medicine can guarantee 100% no bad reactions? I need to teach you this common sense?" Vice President Sui Fu Cheng glanced at it and said lightly.

"It's me who got the point." Fu Cheng lowered his head.

The vice president held up his elbows and pressed his temples with his fingertips. As if thinking of something, he raised his head again, "It's only a month since this year's assessment. You won't let me down again this time, right?"

Fu Cheng squeezed the hand hanging by his side, and suppressed the coldness in his eyes, "Master, don't worry, this year I promise that I won't be like last year. I will definitely suppress the bunches."

The vice chairman hummed, and after a while, he said again: "Your talent is no worse than He Shu. Go down and prepare well. Ask me if you encounter any problems."

"Yeah." Fu Cheng nodded, "Then I will go down first."

The vice chairman waved his hand.

Fu Cheng took the prescription list and walked out, but he was thinking about the assessment this year.

The Pharmacist Association conducts an assessment every December. The assessment is very simple, that is, refining medicines. Whoever refinings medicines has a high comprehensive rating can obtain the grade authority in the association.

In last year's assessment, Fu Cheng lost to He Shu.

And He Shu is Chairman Wang's big apprentice, and the vice president naturally does not want his apprentice to always lose to the president's apprentice. This is a matter of face.

Fu Cheng understood this, so the pressure doubled. After returning to Fu's house from the Pharmacist Association, in addition to refining medicine for Mr. Song, he was thinking about evaluating the medicine in a month.

But he didn't expect anything good, so after refining the medicine of Mr. Song, Fu Cheng left the refining pharmacy in a depressed mood.

When I walked to the living room, I saw his cousin sitting on the sofa arrogantly, with a mobile phone in her hand and earphones in her ears. There was no one else in the living room at this time.

Fu Cheng thoughtfully, suddenly remembered something, he walked over to his cousin, sat down not far from her, and shouted: "Fu Ya."

Fu Ya was playing a game, the volume of the earphones was turned on, and she didn't hear Fu Cheng's voice, or she did not want to ignore him.

Fu Cheng furrowed his brows, and his eyes were unhappy. He stretched out his hand and tore off Fu Ya's earphones. "Can't you hear me talking to you?"

The phone screen suddenly went dark, Fu Ya paused with her fingertips, then raised her head impatiently, "Are you sick?"

It is rare for Fu Cheng not to care about his cousin today. He cocked his legs and said: "There is still another month for the assessment of the association. If you don't study medicine, what does it look like playing games all day?"

"It's up to you." Fu Ya snorted softly. She lowered her head and put on the headphones again, obviously not wanting to talk to Fu Cheng more.

Seeing this, Fu Cheng felt annoyed. He snatched Fu Ya's phone and threw it on the marble coffee table with a bang.

Fu Ya's movements remained the same as she had just played the game. After a while, her fingers held in the air finally moved. She raised her head and looked at Fu Cheng blankly.