Novel & Cerita Mao Mao Apothecary Diaries

**Mia's POV** The morning light filtered through the bay windows of my bedroom, casting rainbow prisms across the polished wood of my vanity. I stared at the small army of pill bottles that had appeared there sometime during the night, arranged in neat, clinical rows. Blues, whites, pale pinks, and soft yellows – a rainbow arsenal of chemical intervention. My fingers traced the edge of the nearest bottle. The label bore some long, unpronounceable name, followed by precise instructions in stark black text. Behind it stood at least a dozen more, each with its own schedule, its own promises of healing.

I craved another woman’s touch more than I cared to admit. Then, a few days ago, the stress of work caught up with me. I hadn’t had a proper bowel movement in over three days. No laxatives or home remedies worked. Our maid, noticing my discomfort, recommended Dr. Freya Sharma — a young, highly skilled female doctor who ran an exclusive women-only clinic. Desperate and in pain, I decided to visit that very afternoon.

He didn't know why such a desolate figure appeared in his mind, but he couldn't remember who that figure was at all. Rubbing his head, which was about to explode, Mo Zixiao leaned against a stool beside him and sat down. Then, Mu Yan came over. "Young master, what's wrong with you?" "I'm fine. I'm old." Mu Yan hurriedly took out a small bottle of medicine from his drawer and handed two pills to him. "Young master, take this medicine first." These medicines were left by the wizard Miao Jiang, who said that he would take two pills when he had a headache, so as to relieve the symptoms of a headache.

Morning doesn’t make a scene. The locks of the storage rooms clicked shut in unison during the night, the eastern signal stone didn’t chime, and the anchor stones’ readings are waiting neatly arranged on the healer’s wing table. That’s the kind of start one can work from. Mae is bent over the papers when I enter. The silver-gray thread with its ring still circles her wrist; paper and object keep her in rhythm.

"Hey Matt,come look at this,I can't believe they still sell things like this in New York!" Mae shouted for Mathew as she bent down infront of a glass window looking into the shop that sold tape recorders, "What's that?" Mathew asked wrapping his arms around her waist as he bent down to look through the window like she was doing, "Oh yeah that,they Still do,wanna go in and see it properly?" Mathew asked her, smiling Mae nodded, grinning Mathew grabbed her hands and pushed the door to the shop open, "Hi,uhh my girl will like to….."

Tara fumbled with the light switch on the wall, flooding the room with bright yellow light. It was not a storage room. “My workroom,” Tara said, gesturing to the shelves lining the walls. The shelves were chock-full of tiny glass bottles with stoppers. Each bottle had a label. Aaron peered at the shelf closest to him. The label on the very first bottle read: TO MAKE YOUR ENEMY CROAK LIKE A FROG. Aaron winced. Hunching his shoulders, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. From the corner of his eye, he could see Tara looking at him; there was a twinkle in her eyes that told him she was having one on him.

he nodded and made his way out of the room only to emerge an hour later with a silver briefcase. He placed it on the bed and opened it with a code. He opened the box and inside were various documents, journals, vials. Just like one of the vislsvi had found in her place years ago. I took one of her journals and glanced through. Various I took one of her journals and glanced through it. Various calculations filled the yellowing pages -scribbles of dosages, notes about anatomy, sketches of wolves in both forms. My mother has been studying them. Obsessively.

Tables containing various alchemical implements and medical supplies were scattered about. “Like it?” Mason asked as he gently guided me over to a seat. He helped me sit, then began rummaging in one of the desks for some medical supplies. “Like it?” I asked sarcastically. “Mason, this is incredible. I’ve never seen so many books in one place. And these alchemical supplies… Some of them are rare and very expensive.” I looked at one brewing set in particular that I had only dreamt of owning one day—made of the most coveted crystal glass and copper tubing that could only be specially ordered from artisans overseas.

The door sounded and Andy came to Jeanne with sushi rolls and with Ma. Aaron looked at Andy with hateness. He felt that the man deserved another punch for what he did to Jeanne but he tried to hold it in as he did not want to create chaos when Jeanne was still unwell. Aaron greeted Ma and asked Ma about the treatment. “I've done a few cycles at the hospital,” replied Ma.

My tummy aches with an odd pain as I feel my dinner rise up to my throat. “Poison?” Ma’oz dashes to my side and releases a gentle healing through me. It doesn’t work. I start to retch and puke. I can’t take the smell of any of the food, it seems now. This is so odd! “CALL FOR THE HEALER!” Ma’oz’s voice thundered through the castle. I cover my ears and wince as my eardrums vibrate to a point of pain. *** Ma’oz ‘s POV