"Where's Old Master He? I want to buy medicine!"
Early in the morning, as soon as Xiaohe, the shop assistant of the Chinese Medicine Store, opened the door, Yan Fei arrived.
"Yan Fei is here, come and sit. What can I do for you?" Mr. He was wiping his many-year-old wooden table and greeted Yan Fei with a smile when he saw him.
"Old Master He, I'm wondering if you have any tonics. I think I need to take some!" Yan Fei walked into the store, expressing his request eagerly.
"You?" Mr. He looked at Yan Fei, up and down, left and right, until Yan Fei started to feel uncomfortable. Then he continued, "Put your hand here, let me check you out!"
After taking his pulse, Mr. He seemed a bit surprised, and then let go, "Change to the other arm!"
After checking the other arm, he laughed, "Are you messing around? You're as robust as a calf. There's nothing wrong with you, why do you need to tonic?"
"I eat a lot and get hungry easily. I need to eat something especially nourishing!"
