As soon as the servants of those wealthy merchants and dignitaries left, Bubu Pharmacy's tightly shut doors opened, and its physicians began receiving the day's patients. Baizhu, the pharmacy's owner, stepped forward to thank Keqing.
Baizhu said, "Thank you for helping me out of that predicament, Lady Yuheng. You have my gratitude."
Keqing folded her arms and said coldly, "It was my duty. There's no need for thanks. Hmph, those people have grown far too used to throwing their weight around. Do they really think I don't know what they're scheming? Do they really think they can reproduce Qiqi's miracle? Utter wishful thinking."
Seeing the disdain in Keqing's eyes, Baizhu asked in some surprise, "Could it be that you already know the truth behind Qiqi's resurrection, Lady Yuheng?"
Keqing answered, "There have been records of zombies in Liyue since ancient times, but Qiqi is the only zombie as unusual as this. Since she's an exception, she should be treated as one. No matter what miraculous things happen to Qiqi, I consider them impossible to reproduce."
Baizhu said, "As expected of Lady Yuheng. I explained that reasoning to them countless times over the past few days. Unfortunately, they've all been blinded by the promise of immortality and refuse to believe my explanation.
"Although you've helped me through this crisis, Lady Yuheng, I suspect they'll certainly bring it up again in the future."
Keqing smiled faintly at that. "I thought of that too. That's why we need someone who can keep them in line to share this burden with you."
Somewhat bewildered by Keqing's answer, Baizhu asked cautiously, "Do you mean you want me to hand Qiqi over to you, Lady Yuheng?"
Keqing smiled. "You're only half right. We do need you to hand Qiqi over, Mr. Baizhu, but not to me.