The business at Medicinal Hall was booming, as its fame spread, drawing an increasing number of patients seeking treatment and prescriptions.
In contrast to the bustling Medicinal Hall, Pinghe Hall diagonally across the street seemed much quieter.
Especially on weekends, the line of people waiting at Medicinal Hall stretched halfway down the street.
Ming Yao had hired two physicians to assist at Medicinal Hall, and even with Su Lan consulting patients herself, they were overwhelmed.
Ming Yao took the opportunity to come and help when she had free time.
Zhou Yanyan also came back from school to assist with dispensing medicine.
While everyone was busy fulfilling their roles in a hectic but cheerful atmosphere, a commotion suddenly erupted outside.
"Everyone, come and look! Someone has died at Medicinal Hall!"
Zhou Yanyan hurried outside.
She saw a middle-aged couple, pushing a cart to a stop in front of Medicinal Hall.
