Ye Caitang ignored her and quickly walked into the exclusive office of the school doctor. She went straight to the point with the white-haired old man.
"Old man, can you lend me some TCM herbs?"
"Why do you want TCM herbs?" Zhang Guozhong frowned at Ye Caitang in confusion.
Ye Caitang quickly typed on her phone and showed it to Zhang Guozhong:
"To treat my vocal cords. I just found out that my vocal cords were poisoned by someone, so I shamelessly came to borrow herbs from you."
Actually, if she had the money, she would not want to borrow them either.
"What?" When Zhang Guozhong saw the words, he slammed the table angrily and stood up. His face and ears were red as he roared,
"Who was the wicked person who did it?"
"Tell me. I will avenge you."
"Shh, it's a secret." Ye Caitang hurriedly typed for the old man.
