“That’s fifty,” he said.
Fu Shimo directly took out fifty yuan from his wallet and handed it over.
Su Wanyin stared at his wallet, which had instantly gone thin—only a few small bills and coins left—looking at him in disbelief.
“You don’t want it?” Fu Shimo asked, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“Of course I do.” Su Wanyin quickly snatched the money from his hand and silently apologized to her past self from ten seconds ago.
Who told him he was willing to be taken advantage of?
Fifty yuan was almost two months of an ordinary worker’s salary.
Of course she wouldn’t refuse it.
Although Rehmannia glutinosa was rare because of its growing conditions, it wasn’t actually that valuable—at most it would only sell for a few yuan.
Huo Wei watched helplessly as his superior casually spent two months of allowance without changing expression, his eyes nearly popping out in shock.
He hesitated, wanting to speak, but held back because of Su Wanyin’s presence.
Fu Shimo didn’t pay attention to him. Instead, his deep gaze stayed on the girl in front of him, who now looked satisfied and even slightly pleased. His usually cold expression softened a little, his furrowed brows loosening without him realizing it.
Su Wanyin noticed him staring and, feeling a bit guilty after successfully “scamming” him, reminded him awkwardly, “Don’t blame me—I told you, this herb needs proper processing before applying it to the wound.”
Fu Shimo hadn’t expected it to be so troublesome and asked, “Can you help me process it?”
“Can’t,” Su Wanyin refused flatly.
She wasn’t going to help him—especially since she was the one who injured him in the first place.
Thinking of how this man once held a gun to her head and tied her up, she still felt irritated.
Fu Shimo fell silent, then turned to ask the old doctor in the shop for help. Old Man Chen happily led him to the back room.
After they left, only Huo Wei and Su Wanyin remained in the shop.
Su Wanyin glanced at him sitting stiffly in the middle of the shop and casually pulled over a wooden stool. “Sit.”
Huo Wei immediately sat down, his face turning slightly red.
She studied him for a moment until his face was almost completely flushed, then asked casually, “Do you have someone you like?”
Huo Wei’s heart jumped instantly.
“No!” he quickly shook his head.
“Really?”
Her fox-like eyes narrowed as if she could see right through him.
Huo Wei nodded again, firmly.
Only then did Su Wanyin look away, seemingly satisfied.
At that moment, footsteps came from the back room.
Huo Wei’s question was cut off as he looked up in shock.
Fu Shimo had changed clothes.
He now wore an old-fashioned Chinese long gown. The fabric looked worn and wrinkled, clearly inexpensive, but on him it still carried an inexplicable sharp elegance.
The collar was slightly open, revealing a hard, defined neck. His sleeves were a bit short, exposing firm wrists that carried a cold, restrained strength.
A white cloth mask covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes exposed—cold, sharp, and emotionless like frost.
Su Wanyin glanced at him with interest, unsurprised he had changed clothes.
After all, Rehmannia glutinosa stains easily and can irritate skin.
Fu Shimo met her gaze, his expression tightening.
He had just been told by Dr. Chen that the toxin affecting his chin could lead to severe damage if untreated. His chest felt heavy with frustration.
This woman was truly dangerous.
Su Wanyin met his cold stare and blinked innocently, then calmly looked away.
“Go buy the rest of the medicine,” Fu Shimo ordered Huo Wei.
“Got it.”
Huo Wei hurried out.
After he left, Su Wanyin ignored Fu Shimo and went straight to the back room to get her herbs.
Old Man Chen was shocked after hearing her prescription.
“This formula… where did you get it?” he asked in disbelief.
Su Wanyin casually lied, saying it came from a rural doctor she once met.
After checking her pulse, Old Man Chen sighed deeply. “Girl… your body is extremely weak.”
Su Wanyin lowered her gaze.
She knew.
She had been born prematurely, suffered abuse as a child, malnourished for years, and her body had long been damaged.
In her past life, she had been used and discarded, her health deteriorating until she died early.
Her eyes turned cold with suppressed anger.
But Old Man Chen quickly added, “Don’t lose hope. This formula is good—if you take care of yourself properly, you can recover.”
Su Wanyin nodded lightly, hiding her emotions.
At least in this life, she still had hope.
When she came out carrying the herbs, Fu Shimo frowned slightly.
“You’re here for treatment?”
“Otherwise?” she replied lightly, walking past him without stopping.