In the inner courtyard of the Rising Sun Pavilion, Qin Yue anxiously watched as several Alchemists treated her grandfather.
"I'm sorry, Miss Qin Yue," one of them said. "The Elder Master's illness is too difficult. We are powerless to help..."
A moment later, the Alchemists all sighed and shook their heads. They bowed apologetically to Qin Yue before leaving the room.
"Still no good?" Qin Yue sighed. This was already the fifth group of Alchemists this month. Each was an expert from the capital, yet all of them were helpless against her grandfather's injuries.
Due to her outstanding performance, Qin Yue was transferred by her family from Qingyun Town to the capital's Rising Sun Pavilion, and her status rose accordingly. This should have been a joyous occasion, but her happiness had turned to anxiety when she suddenly heard that her grandfather, Qin Zhantian, had suffered a relapse of an old injury. She had since begun frantically searching for Alchemists to treat him.
