Chapter 93: Whose Memory (Part 4)

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After spending time and enjoying the festival for several hours with the Apothecary, they both returned to the apprentice and acted like nothing happened.

Apprentice: Welcome back! How was the festival?

Apothecary: Oh you know, it was ok, would have been better if I wasn't the only one talking.

Man:...

Apprentice: That's suck, but at least you two have fun right?

Apothecary:... Yeah, I did enjoy his company.

Man: *nod*

Apprentice: I'm happy you two did. I was so bored, there was no one here for treatment... I thought you said it's usually busy on this day, Master?

Apothecary: Huh, really? Like no one got into any accident?

Apprentice: Did you lie just so you don't have to attend the festival... or am I just really, really unlucky?

Apothecary: Are you wishing for people to get hurt? That's not very apothecary-like.

Apprentice: I mean, you did say there will be many people to tend to... then no one came-

*The door suddenly opens in the middle of the conversation and a group of young boys and girls come in*

Apothecary: Look like your wish come true. I'm gonna go change and then help you. And you *point at the man* follow me.

Apprentice: I didn't mean for this, and they are young too.

The apothecary walks away and the man follows her while the apprentice takes care of the youngsters.

The man followed the apothecary to the second floor of the building.

Apothecary: This place suddenly becomes quite noisy, I think you can put off that act for a bit.

Man:... So let me guess, you did lie to her. Locking yourself in this place because your condition always acts up during the festival.

Apothecary: Hmp, I guess, traveling so much makes you better at reading people.

"This is my fight, so fewer people worry is better... There are two beds, you can rest here if you want or you can go to the inn."

"For now, I have to go change and treat my patients."

The apothecary went into one of the rooms on this floor and within seconds she returned in her normal outfit and rushed to the first floor.

The man quietly followed the apothecary down the stairs but not all the way down, and just watching her and her apprentice treating the wounds on those kids.

Apothecary: So how did they get these kids got these wounds?

Apprentice: Firework accident. They were playing with fireworks then things suddenly went wrong.

Apothecary: That explains the ashes, but why some of them are wet?

Apprentice: Jumped into the river to clean themselves just so their parents don't know what they did. The only bad thing is they can't treat their wounds.

Apothecary: Did these kids tell you that?

Apprentice: No, it's from experience. I used to do this with other kids in the village when I was younger and the same situation happened. I got scolded by my parents when they found out what happened.

Apothecary: You then learned your lesson and never played with fireworks again.

Apprentice: *chuckles* of course not. I'm still the same but since I'm more mature now, I watch over these kid to make sure they don't hurt themselves and cover up their wounds.

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