Zhang Xiaohua returned the writing supplies to the Shopkeeper and excitedly went to find a pharmacy to pick up the medicine. Little did he know that he had already exposed himself in front of others.
Although the sky was already dim, and cooking smoke was rising all around, many shops still had their lanterns on and were welcoming customers. The pharmacy was also open for business. Zhang Xiaohua naturally did not go back to the previous clinic and simply entered a random one. The shop attendant did not seem too busy. He took Zhang Xiaohua's prescription and only frowned slightly but did not show any surprise. In this town, there were indeed people coming to fill prescriptions written neatly by doctors, but even more common were people like Zhang Xiaohua, asking others to write down their prescriptions or copying someone else's. Zhang Xiaohua's crab-like handwriting only added to the attendant's experience and offered no other advantages in the slightest.
