Because it was not far, Yu Wan and Yu Feng informed the coachman and walked to a pharmacy called Guangren Hall.
According to the staff of the Rainbow Clouds Pavilion, Guangren Hall was a century-old brand. It had been practicing medicine for generations and they were already the sixth generation. Its shop wasn't big and its location was remote. However, perhaps because of its reputation, there were many patients who came to buy medicine and seek treatment.
The doctor was a young man in his thirties.
There were seven or eight patients waiting in front of him. He checked their pulse with a numb expression.
"Doctor, can my mother recover from her injuries after taking these few sets of medicine?" A man in cloth clothes asked. He had come to see the doctor with his old mother who had rheumatism. His old mother's knee was in so much pain that she could not stand up straight.
The young doctor nodded slightly before saying, "Next."
