Chapter 1206 The Pharmacy Becomes a Laboratory
Hearing this, the woman couldn't help but roll her eyes at Yang Haoran.
"I swear, you men are just so impatient. You're almost at the result you want, yet you just can't control yourselves. Can't even wait a little while, have to force your way in. Do that, and you might end up drawing water with a bamboo basket."
The woman's words were delivered with a profound, almost world-weary air, as if every syllable contained a grand truth about the relationship between men and women.
Even Yang Haoran, who usually remained composed no matter the person or situation, couldn't help but stiffen, his faint smile freezing on his face.
It was only for a split second before Yang Haoran snapped out of his daze, though his lips still twitched slightly once he had.
This was already the second time today he'd worn that expression. First, it was Ye Zhiqiu, and now this young woman. It made him sigh, wondering if he should have even left the house today, to constantly run into things like this.
"Heh heh, young lady, I merely wanted to ask their true purpose for queuing. I really don't have any other intentions, truly."
The woman chuckled, but judging by her smile and tone, her actual thoughts were certainly far removed from what she was saying.
"Well. . . heh heh, young lady, perhaps you should attend to your business. I'll ask someone else."
Yang Haoran didn't want to waste any more time on this woman. He decided to find someone else to ask, and without waiting for her reply, he took a step, preparing to leave.
Seeing that Yang Haoran was truly about to leave, the woman quickly grabbed his arm and spoke.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you really leaving? They weren't wrong when they called you impatient. Alright, I won't tease you anymore, I'll tell you."
Yang Haoran looked at the slender young girl before him, his expression one of skepticism, but he still halted his steps.
Seeing Yang Haoran stop, the woman released his arm. This time, she didn't continue with her rambling, but returned to the main topic.
"The reason they're queuing here is to appraise some strange and unusual items. Of course, it's not out of the question that some are here to buy spiritual medicinal ingredients or sell them. But I don't think there are many of those. As for those coming to buy medicine, there should be even fewer, since this Jingran Pharmacy doesn't have much medicine left for sale right now."
The woman paused briefly, then grumbled discontentedly.
"I don't know what the owner of this pharmacy is thinking. Running such a big pharmacy, not only are the types of medicine few, but the stock is pitifully low. If they can't even produce Dānyào, they might as well not run a pharmacy at all and just open an appraisal office directly. At least that's better than hanging a sheep's head and selling dog meat. This boss is truly unreliable, don't you agree?"
At this moment, Yang Haoran's attention was completely captivated by the word "appraisal" spoken by the woman. As for her subsequent quiet grumbling, he hadn't heard a single word, so when she questioned him, he didn't react at all.
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you! Why are you spacing out? Can you show me some respect?"
Startled by the woman's nudge, Yang Haoran snapped back to attention and offered her an apologetic smile.
"Heh heh, my apologies, I was a bit distracted just now and didn't quite catch what you said."
"I said, the owner of this Jingran Pharmacy is running a pharmacy but can't produce any medicine for sale, making him extremely unreliable. Do you agree with my assessment?"
The woman's words put Yang Haoran somewhat on the spot, but not only did he manage to hide his embarrassment, he even nodded with a faint smile, agreeing with her statement.
"You're absolutely right, this pharmacy owner is indeed unreliable. If I were him, since I can't even produce Dānyào for sale, I'd just close up shop to avoid making a spectacle of myself."
"Heh heh, great minds think alike! You and I are on the same page, it seems we can communicate. My name is Yun Yao, Soul-Sower of Bamboo Sea City. What's your name?"
"Heh heh, my name is Yang Haoran, Soul-Sower of Lecheng."
Yang Haoran didn't conceal his true identity, responding to Yun Yao with a smile. However, he only told Yun Yao that he was the Soul-Sower of Lecheng, not that he was also the Funeral Director of Gu Mo City.
"Lecheng? Never heard of it. Which continent is that in?"
Yun Yao's face was filled with confusion. After thinking for a moment and confirming she had no impression of Lecheng whatsoever, she questioned Yang Haoran.
"Jingling Continent, a small city. It's perfectly normal that you haven't heard of it."
Yang Haoran replied with a smile, and upon hearing his words, Yun Yao's face immediately showed an "oh, I see" expression.
"So it's a small city in Jingling Continent. No wonder I haven't heard of it. I'm from Azure Mountain Continent."
Yun Yao remained direct, her tone devoid of sarcasm, her expression utterly serious.
"Heh heh, I never thought I'd get to meet a friend from another continent today. It's truly an honor."
"Heh heh, you might not be much to look at, but you're quite articulate, and your temper is mild, your nature kind. Not bad. Keep it up, and you'll definitely be popular."
"Heh heh, young lady, you truly have sharp insight. Indeed, apart from my mild temper and kind nature, I really have no other merits. Especially when it comes to my appearance, that's definitely a sore spot."
Yang Haoran replied with a shameless grin. Anyone who didn't know him would truly believe he was such a kind and amicable person.
Yun Yao, of course, had no idea what Yang Haoran had been up to all these years, nor did she know the true face hidden beneath that smiling facade. After all, Yang Haoran wasn't yet famous enough for his name to resound across the four continents. Her understanding of him was very superficial, based solely on subjective judgment, yet she herself didn't think her judgment was flawed. She believed Yang Haoran was precisely the kind of person she'd described.
"Heh heh, I'm just saying, you don't need to be so self-deprecating. For men, what truly matters is ability. For people like us, strength is the most important thing; looks are secondary. If you've got looks but no strength, you can't even beat a dog. What good is a man like that? He offers no sense of security, and after a few days of fun, you'd get tired of him. After that, you'd probably never bother with him again in your life. So, as long as your strength is sufficient, there's still a path for you."
Yun Yao's words caused Yang Haoran's eyes to twitch slightly. He truly hadn't expected such explosive verbal power from a seemingly frail and adorable young girl.
If there were nothing else, Yang Haoran would have surely found an excuse to make a quick exit, but he still wanted to gather more information from Yun Yao, so he had no immediate intention of leaving.
He, as the owner, was perfectly aware that his pharmacy had few types of medicine and limited stock, so he wasn't surprised by that.
However, how his pharmacy had transformed into an appraisal office truly puzzled him. Since he was already chatting with Yun Yao, and she seemed quite knowledgeable, he simply gave up on asking others. Partly because it felt impolite, and partly because others might not know as much as Yun Yao.
Nevertheless, to prevent Yun Yao from going off-topic and bringing up his appearance again, he decided to take the initiative.
"Heh heh, young lady, you're absolutely right. Men truly need to have ability, otherwise, no matter how handsome they are, they'll just be toyed with by women—or perhaps even by men. Oh, right, you mentioned something about appraisal earlier. Has this shop hired some incredible appraiser?"
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