As he walked, he kept looking back. After so many years as a shop assistant, it was the first time he had seen someone strolling down the street with a dog in tow.

Before long, The Shopkeeper was invited out. He was a middle-aged man of about forty, medium build, slightly plump, with slicked-back, shiny hair, exuding an air of authority and never smiling.

This middle-aged man was named James Jarvis, and he was the person in charge of this Huichuntang pharmacy.

“What kind of medicine are you selling?” he asked, his expression showing some impatience.

Because the young lady from headquarters had suddenly come to inspect today, he needed to hurry back to attend to her.

“Healing powder to stop bleeding.” Henry Stone didn’t care about the other’s attitude, took out a medicine bottle and placed it on the table. “Please have The Shopkeeper appraise it.”

James Jarvis immediately showed a look of disdain.

Because the bottle had no packaging and looked extremely simple.

Any reputable pharmacist would pay great attention even to the medicine bottle, which would have special markings—this had even given rise to an industry of collecting such marked bottles to pass off as the work of masters.

So, seeing a bottle like this, one had to be cautious; it was very likely to be fake medicine.

But this bottle was so plain—how could it possibly be anything good?

James Jarvis didn’t even have the interest to pull out the stopper and check it, and simply waved his hand: “We at Huichuntang don’t take trash!”

Damn, what kind of attitude is that?

Henry Stone was annoyed. If his hemostatic powder really didn’t work, then no matter how much the other mocked him, he would grit his teeth and endure it.

But you didn’t even look at it and just dismissed it outright—wasn’t that going too far?

“You didn’t even appraise it. On what basis do you say my medicine is no good?” he asked in a deep voice.

Even though he had inherited Edward Warren’s memories, he was still a sixteen-year-old youth, full of youthful vigor.

But James Jarvis didn’t care at all. Looking at Henry Stone’s clothes, not only were they extremely plain, but they were also so washed out they’d turned white.

And what was with dragging a dog around?

Looking at the dog, its fur was patchy and its tail was a bit bald—definitely not a pedigree.

All this showed the other’s background was very ordinary, with no powerful connections.

So, why should he care?

He knew that the young lady from headquarters had come to inspect today and seemed very dissatisfied with the shop’s performance. He needed to hurry back and curry favor—how could he have the mood to waste time with an ordinary youth?

“Go, go, go!” He waved his hand. “If you don’t get lost, I’ll have someone throw you out.”

Henry Stone raised an eyebrow and was about to speak when a commotion was heard outside.

“Murder! Murder!”

After a burst of panicked shouting, a child was carried in, only six or seven years old, but with a deep wound in his lower abdomen, blood gushing out.

James Jarvis immediately said with displeasure, “This is a pharmacy, not a clinic. Why are you bringing people in here? Take him out at once!”

“The Shopkeeper, this is the city lord’s son!” a shop assistant quickly said.

“What!” James Jarvis was startled and rushed over to check, “What happened?”

The city lord’s only son—how could something have happened to him?

“Someone tried to assassinate him in the street just now, killed two of the young master’s servants, and seriously injured the young master, then escaped in the chaos,” the assistant said. He had just happened to be at the shop entrance and witnessed the shocking scene.

“With such a serious injury, there’s no time to get to a clinic, so we had to bring him into the pharmacy.”

James Jarvis couldn’t help but frown. As the The Shopkeeper of the pharmacy, he didn’t know medicine, but he had a good eye. At a glance, he could tell the young master had been stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp weapon, blood pouring out.

If the bleeding couldn’t be stopped quickly, he would soon die from blood loss.

And if the city lord’s son died here… He knew that the city lord was moody and killed at the slightest provocation—he’d be doomed too.

At this thought, he shivered, feeling a chill all over.

Chapter 7: If You Ask for Help, Have the Right Attitude

Henry Stone was still a passionate youth. Seeing this, he naturally had no mind to argue with James Jarvis and stepped forward, saying, “Use my hemostatic powder!”

“Get lost!” James Jarvis glared at him. This was the city lord’s young master—how could he use your inferior medicine?

Even if it were a poor man’s child, it wouldn’t do. If he died here, Huichuntang would still be responsible, and he couldn’t escape blame.

“Someone, keep an eye on him. Don’t let him cause any more trouble,” he ordered.

Immediately, two assistants came over to block Henry Stone.

If Henry Stone forced his way, these two definitely couldn’t stop him, but he was clearly trying to help—did he have to humble himself like this?

Henry Stone had inherited Edward Warren’s memories and naturally had the pride of a strong man.

Fine, let’s see what you do.

“Let me take a look!” A young man suddenly walked out from the inner hall. He looked about twenty-three or twenty-four, dressed in a snow-white long robe, appearing elegant and extraordinary.

James Jarvis immediately looked as if he’d found a savior, hurried over, and said, “Young Li!”

This was William Lee. Despite his youth, he was a disciple of the imperial physician Liu Yue and highly skilled in medicine.