Novel & Cerita Mao Mao Apothecary Diaries

Her smile looked like it hurt. The closet came next. Her clothes were still arranged by color, by season. Heels lined up like a fashion show. Then I saw a shoebox, taped shut with yellowing masking tape. I hurried to open it and inside were old prescriptions, anxiety meds sleep aids. Then painkillers. The kind doctors stop prescribing when things get too dark. And then... the diary. Black leather. Worn edges. Her name is engraved inside the cover like a brand. I hesitated, then flipped it open. I skipped the later entries. I already knew how the illness crept in.

Eventually, I fall asleep in the armchair in Mae’s room, watching over her. I wake up with the sun, immediately kicking myself for forgetting the clothes in the wash. But before I tend to that, I check on Mae. I sigh in relief as I look her over, still sleeping soundly in bed. Her coloring is better, her heart rate is on its way back to a normal rate, and her breathing is stronger. The medicine is working then. Making my way downstairs, I add more soap to the washing machine and restart it, then I heat up some water on the stove and look through Mae’s tea options. I choose a Mora berry tea, knowing how much her wolf will love it.

Behind the counter sat a slim man in a stained lab coat, flipping through a newspaper. He didn’t look up. “What do you need?” “Someone recommended me here,” Maya said, her voice barely above a whisper. He finally glanced up, really looking at her. “Like I said, what do you need?” “I don’t know if you can… help me.” She hesitated. “I need Miso… misoprostol.” That got his attention. The paper dropped. “Are you crazy?” he hissed, stepping back. “I don’t sell that kind of thing here. Get out.”

This behavior of course made the maids and head butler frowned in suspicion but they couldn't say anything because the Wu family didn't say anything. Of course the Wu family didn't say anything. They knew that Ming Yue was busy in Heavenly Space and if they needed to ask her something, they would call or text her if it was important. The Wu family knew that Ming Yue was cultivating to be stronger because of the demon man she met at the mall. "So there are several methods to classify ancient medicinal." Ming Yue spoke while standing next to Xuan Wu. In front of them was a table made by the finest wood that only existed in Heaven Realm, The sacred tree. On that table, many herbs were displayed

He deserves it for not bringing me any breakfast. My stomach growls as I keep exploring my new room. There are books all over the place. I pull out A Healer’s Encyclopedia, A Collection of Diseases and Ailments, and A Compendium of Poisons from the shelves. One dusty book stands out to me. Experiments: Book One is scrawled in nearly unreadable handwriting on the thick spine. I flip it open to a random page. Wolves Healing Times is written in messy letters at the top of the parchment.

There are also vials with a variety of solvents and oils. The equipment and materials here are brand new and sophisticated, only of the highest quality. The smells that fill the air are so delectable that my heart skips a beat. Marco has even provided a few blank journals for me to record different formulas and take notes. It’s not just a hobby room; this is a fully stocked laboratory for me to create perfumes and potions. The little apothecary shop he’s made for me right in his townhouse is a dream come true. This space is perfect for me, cozy and well equipped, so I can comfortably spend hours in here doing what I love. The thoughtfulness behind Marco’s gift fills me with warmth and joy.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

Taking a deep breath, I entered the room to offer him his coffee. He was using his laptop while seated on the balcony, as I observed. I approached him in silence and said, "Sir, your coffee." He was staring at the files on his laptop when he abruptly turned to grab the coffee and unintentionally glanced at my face. "You, are you now the new maid that will be bringing in my coffee and food?" He gave me a scolding look. I gave him a wide-eyed stare. I worriedly wondered, "How can I tell this beast of a man that it's me?"

Frustration gnawed at her, but she refused to give up. The door suddenly creaked open, and a middle-aged man in Taoist robes stepped inside. His presence was calm yet commanding, and a faint scent of herbal medicine accompanied him. His piercing gaze swept across the room, taking in the chaotic medical charts with an unshakable calm. “Miss Maria, I have arrived,” he announced, bowing slightly. Maria turned toward the man, her eyes lighting up with a glimmer of hope. She recognized him immediately—Taoist Hao, a renowned expert in poisons and their cures. His reputation preceded him, and she had personally reached out to him in desperation.

We sat in her apothecary, a room filled with dried herbs that smelled nothing like the sweet rot of the marshes and more like sharp menthol and bitter bark, and she watched me with a stillness that was unnerving while she ground roots into a fine powder. "You should drink your tea, girl, because you’ve been staring at the wall for twenty minutes and your energy is bleeding into the air like a wounded bird," Maren said, not looking up from her mortar and pestle but indicating the steaming mug with a tilt of her chin. "I’m just trying to understand how things went so wrong at the sacred stones, because my mother's journals mention a ritual of containment, not a slaughter," I replied, wrapping