A Slap in the Face (2)

Dongfang Wanyu gave her a gentle hug and whispered encouragement in her ear. "Go on, make the medicine. Don't let your Seventh Sister down."

Right, right. It was all the leading lady's fault for having such an overwhelming protagonist's halo—she had completely forgotten she still had to make the Fast-Acting Medicine.

Dongfang Minghui had no idea that medicine formulas had their own complexities. This was a Second-Level Medicine Formula, with a difficulty somewhat above average. A Junior Potionist had only a fifty-fifty chance of successfully making it.

As for a novice like her, who had never made medicine before, her chances of success were even harder to say.

All the potionists present watched her fiddle with things on the table as though they were enjoying a show. Seeing her clumsy technique, eighty percent of them doubted she would succeed.

"Her? Of the five times I've made Fast-Acting Medicine, I failed three times. Who does she think she is?" Xu Lian said disdainfully.

Hearing that, Dongfang Wanyu gave her an icy look. "Shut up."