Zhang Yang Takes the Pill

Zhang Yang opened the paper packet and held a bead that looked like a cinnabar pellet in his palm, studying it closely.

"Whine..."

A shadow suddenly lunged at him, and the cinnabar-colored pill vanished from his hand.

"Mibai!"

Zhang Yang shouted and turned his head. A long tongue promptly washed his face, and his temper flared.

"Now you're pushing it!"

Zhang Yang pointed at Mibai, the Labrador sitting on the floor with its tongue out. Mibai looked back at him with a grin, tail wagging, eager to please him—and eager for another Qi-Supplementing Pill.

"You're smiling? How many have you eaten already?"

Zhang Yang sighed and scolded Mibai. Each pill was worth several million, and the dog had already eaten three.

"Wait... how did you do that?"

After his outburst, Zhang Yang scratched his head. Mibai was a dog. How had it reached his side without making a sound or him noticing? Thank goodness it was Mibai. If it had been a rabid dog, he would have been in danger. A chill ran down his spine.

"What's wrong?"

A voice came from inside, and Cheng Dongxue appeared in Zhang Yang's view.

"It..." His pointing finger trembled. In the blink of an eye, he had lost another few million. "It ate my medicine."

"Medicine? Are you sick?"

Cheng Dongxue came straight outside and placed a hand on Zhang Yang's forehead.

"You don't have a fever."

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless. Her reasoning made sense on the surface, but he was no child. He would not fall out with a dog over a fever pill.

"I'm not sick. It's the same medicine as last time."

Zhang Yang was honest with Cheng Dongxue. He took out the paper packet. There were six red beads left inside.

"This is it?"

Cheng Dongxue picked one