Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

"I'm done." Before the man could finish his tea, Pearl stood confidently, waiting for him to check her work.

The corner of his lips couldn't help but twitch. So fast? Even his students took half a month just to remember where the herbs were kept.

However, he couldn't blindly trust that everything Pearl picked was correct. He stepped forward and carefully examined each herb she had chosen. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

After checking, he frowned. The first two ingredients were fine, but the other two would counteract the effects of the first ones. This medicine would likely cause diarrhea. "Did you remember the formula wrongly?" he asked.

Pearl looked up at him with an innocent expression. "No way, this is the right formula. Don't you know it?"

the basic prescriptions for typhoid fever." The man didn't expect that she would question his own skills, his expression not looking pleased. Pearl burst into laughter. "Well, I guess you haven't updated your knowledge or

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I mixed these herbs together before, and it turned out to

way you prepared it then." Pearl shrugged, showing

narrowed his eyes, looking confused. "Are you saying you've successfully made

with this when I had a cold. I've had it

sounded outrageous but made sense. When the man saw the confident yet humble look on her face, he couldn't help but sigh. "You'll be a force to be reckoned with

quick change in his expression,

"I... If you want to pass, I have

her suspicion growing as she