The Apothecary Diaries: Volume 13 (Light Novel)

I am deeply in love with Master Lahan.

“There’s someone here who claims he’s a member of the family and is demanding to be let in,” the guard said.
“Wh—Why, that’s—!” Junjie went toward the guard and the suspicious newcomer.
“Now, you listen! My name is—”
“Mister Lahan’s Brother!” Junjie exclaimed.
“Guh?”
“It’s been much too long,” Junjie said to the suspicious character—ahem, Lahan’s Brother. “What happened to you? I was told you stayed behind in the western capital to take care of some unfinished work.”
“Er... I did stay behind, but it wasn’t...” Lahan’s Brother started to trip over his own words.

... It’s really nothing much,” Maomao said.
“Oh, tell me another one. Do you really think you can lie to your big sister? You! Are! In! Love!”
Pairin’s hands ran up and down Maomao, who reacted like a hissing cat. “St-Stop that! I mean it.”

He said he wanted to introduce himself to me. Ah, he really is a quick one, isn’t he? But...hey, your name is Kan Junjie too, huh? Yes, a very common name; I hear it all the time, myself. Wow, so you’re your family’s oldest son? And your nickname is Haku’un? Makes sense; that’s just the sort of thing you would call an eldest son. You know, I happen to be the oldest son of my own family.
What? You’ll use a different name if there’s someone else with the same name around? What? Who does that? I mean, no, you don’t have to do that! Please don’t look at me all resolved like that! I won’t give you any grief just because of a shared name. Hey, wait! Heyyy...
I decided to tell him my name was Lahan’s Brother.

Hair black as lacquered thread, skin like porcelain, nose set high, and two eyes as dark as twin obsidians. A man of unearthly beauty, like a celestial nymph. The only disappointment was the scar running along his right cheek—but then, without that, I don’t know what I might have done. His beauty was enough to drive a person to madness.
It was all I could do to swallow hard and answer his questions in the most stumbling fashion. Whatever he said to me hardly registered

Tianyu was such a skilled hand at dissection that he’d even stripped the bones right out, but his dad had gotten awful mad at him for that. He said that if you removed the bones before rigor mortis set in, the meat wouldn’t be as good. Then he demanded to know if Tianyu wanted to eat crappy meat, and gave him a rap with his knuckle.
So, this corpse was bone-in. The thought crossed Tianyu’s mind—was the meat good, then?
“Will somebody do something about this guy?”
“Don’t look at me!”
Tianyu’s peers and senior colleagues knew he was always like this—they knew it so well that they no longer bothered to tell him off about it.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.”
“I also found a pair of underpants with human hair sewn into them—a real classic. You want to wear them?”
“Throw them out!”
“As you command.”

He was her superior, so she wouldn’t—couldn’t—say no, but he could just imagine the glare she would give him, as if to say What do you want when I’m so tired? That prospect held a certain appeal in its own right, but Jinshi quailed at putting his own desires front and center like that

“Yes—but it would be difficult to dangle him with that alone. I have another rope here.” Lahan passed a second rope to Maomao, who looped it around the rafter like she had the first one. This one, however, she didn’t knot, but allowed it to hang freely. Lahan began to explain: “You make a loop in the end of this rope as well, then place it around the neck of the person you wish to ki— Maomao! Don’t put that around my honored father’s neck!”

I am here strictly as an assistant to the medical personnel. What help would you have me give you?” Maomao replied as if reading off a script.
“Since she brought up a woman’s skinny arms, I thought this might be most credible if you did it.”
“Surely not, Master Lahan. I’m certain your own arms, so pale that they appear never to have seen the sun, and so willowy that they don’t look like they could hold anything heavier than a brush, would provide an ample demonstration.”