Upon hearing these words, Zhu Wen was taken aback. The thought of becoming famous had never crossed his mind. After all, his was only a small clinic, and could hardly make a comparison with big hospitals, especially given that he practiced traditional Chinese medicine.
Regaining his composure, he smiled at Zhang Xian, saying, "Kid, spit it out if you have something to say, don't keep me in suspense."
"You'll see." Zhang Xian gave a sly smile, then said, "Mr. Zhu, I have a favor to ask you, can you help me?"
"What is it? We're friends, there's no need to be polite," Zhu Wen said laughing.
"I need some rare medicinal herbs, the kind you don't commonly see in the market. Do you have any ways to get these?" asked Zhang Xian.
He had visited several large pharmacies before. Even though some did have herbs of use, they were primarily complementary herbs, and none of the main herbs were available – these were considered quite rare and valuable.
