Falling Dreams of Fang Hua ✔

Chapter 019: Pill-Crazy

Drunken Dream was the name for the highest-quality of wine.

Drunken Dream of Lovemaking was another name for a highest-quality good...

There was no way I'd mix these two up.

They said this particular poison had no antidote. You could only use this and that to cure it. As to what "this" and "that" were, I was very curious to know, but Han Zichuan sealed his lips on the 'embarrassing' topic. I asked Fang Hua, but he didn't understand it either, only took me to the study to research it myself. Thus, I once spent half a morning digging through various pill prescriptions for answers.

Truthfully speaking, though our house was missing many things, it was never short on medicinal plants. So I decided to make a version myself. Originally, I wanted a chance to test the drug on Han Zichuan... ...but I never expected that I'd use it today instead.

What a slipup...

I looked around at the seven or eight people sprawled on the ground, then squatted on the ground, eyes blinking. My face was red as I tried to figure out how they'd cure the poison.

Instead, that beautiful person pushed me aside, and knelt down instead, rolling up his sleeves. He raised his hand, and a faint silvery light shone from within. He turned his hand over, index finger extended, and quickly jabbed the people in various places with blinding speed.

The people stopped growing, and the flush in their faces faded away. He was going to approached the thief by my side next, but I stood up to block him.

"What are you doing..."

"Saving him."

"There's no antidote for Drunken Dream of Lovemaking."

"No, there isn't," he nodded, "But this drug wasn't well-made, so I can cure its effects."

I choked in resentment.

He dodged and swerved behind me, rolling up his sleeves as his hand quickly jabbed the thief like a hedgehog in various places.

I was angry...

He actually said my drug was defective!

Curses!

"All right, that's about it."

He lifted his head, using his sleeve to wipe away some sweat. I started shaking as I pretended to look at the skies, my hands groping about inside my sleeves. There was only one pill pellet pinched between my fingers, and another paper packet landed on the boy's body.

He lowered his head, shocked.

Next he turned to look at me, his limpid and clear. His glance was as clean as autumn waters as he looked at me indifferently. I suddenly felt my face grow hot as I averted my eyes.

"Great sage, go cure the poison."

Hmph.

In the outside world, there's no choice but act like a ruffian. Those aren't my words, though.

This poison was personally concocted by me, so very few outsiders knew of it. Those who could cure it had to rely on their skills, especially since this "Tickled Laughter Buddha" was no ordinary drug.

He reached out a hand to check the pulse, before giving some instructions to the bystanders to quiet down the little boy rolling around on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.

Not much later, he carried over a bowl of water that he poured over the child, drenching him thoroughly.

The laughter stopped.