"No worries, I'll prescribe some traditional Chinese medicine for the old man later. Although it can't completely cure his chronic condition, it can still provide some relief."
Song Yun greedily eyed the wine in Ouyang Shu's hand. Let alone the old man's minor ailments typical of someone his age, even if he had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Song Yun would have been able to strike a deal with the King of Hell.
Don't ask, it's all about trust in the renowned traditional Chinese medicine experts in his mind.
"You know how to practice traditional Chinese medicine?"
Ouyang Shu took out three small cups and poured a little wine into each, asking with curiosity.
