Picked up cute pets are too sweet

The prescription written in Chapter 1381

Coning tilted his head to look, sighed, took the two books in his hand, jumped up, and his feet fell to the ground.

He stretched out his foot and kicked the bookcase again, but he didn't feel the contents inside fall down again, he lay down and reached out to feel inside.

He stretched out his hands, his face was still stuck to the bookcase, his face was squeezed so hard that he couldn't see his true colors, and he also knew that his posture at this time was really not too elegant, and it made him so hard to hold something , if he wasn't curious about what's inside, he wouldn't have thought that way.

He put so much thought into it, just don't let him down too much.

A pharmacist came in and was going around the bookshelves, wanting to get the books, when he saw Coning lying there with his butt pouted, he froze in place for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, his eyes moved from bottom to bottom. On the ground, he landed on the crowded and twisted face, and asked: "Ke...Koning...what are you doing?"

"Pick up something!" Coning didn't care about other people's gazes. It was because the box was still stuck in it. He twisted his hand a few times and couldn't get it out. Does it look good?"

The pharmacist held back his laughter, fearing that he couldn't help it, so he quickly took the book and went out.

When Coning heard that the pharmacist went out, he was still talking to people outside. He felt that when he took out his things, he would take care of those desperate people.

Coning frowned, making his distorted face even more distorted. He really couldn't get out the box that was stuck there. He was afraid of breaking things. He lost control of his strength, and abruptly took the things in his hand out.

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Hearing the sound of wood breaking, it was crushed by Coning. Now the box is not so round and angular, and it is easy to take it out.

Coning took it out, there was a layer of ash, and a few pieces of debris fell off the crushed wooden box. Looking at the wooden box, there was a book in it, which was well preserved.

Coning was a little disappointed. He thought he could pick up some treasures, preferably herbs he had never seen before, but it turned out to be books.

Coning walked to the table with the broken wooden box, and the box got worse, and the book inside fell into his hands.

Said it was a book, but when Coning took it out to look at it, he realized that it was not a book. The paper inside the book was torn clean, and inside were prescriptions one by one.

Coning has no doubts now. These are definitely not his things. He never keeps the prescriptions, and he rarely writes prescriptions himself. If he has time to write prescriptions, he might as well look more at the herbs he grows.

It wasn’t a strange thing that Coning saw. He didn’t have the heart to look at it again. He took out all the prescriptions that were stuck in it with one hand. The prescriptions were kept in the box and protected by the book cover, and they were not damaged at all.

He shook it in his hand, thinking that it must belong to some pharmacist, maybe he asked him to write some prescriptions when he was studying with him before, and he wrote them indiscriminately, and later he was afraid that he would find out that he had secretly hidden them.

Brainless.

Coning glanced casually, the prescription should have been used for some time, the paper was yellowed, and the words on it became not so clear, but it was not hard to read.

He took out the second one, suddenly, his gaze fixed, his hand that drew out the paper paused, and he stared at the prescription in his hand, with an expression as if he saw something extraordinary.

(End of this chapter)