Last fall, after the harvest, he had bought some grain and stored it in the granary. Along with the donations from the major households led by Tan Zhenghong, there was enough to withstand the epidemic.
Qin Longyun had already given up hope on the remaining two carts of medicine, but with supplies running low in the quarantine zone, he still sent the medicine over.
If Li Zhengtian had any conscience left, he would not have tampered with the medicine.
But as it turned out, Qin Longyun was just too naive.
After inspecting the medicine, the doctor's expression was not good.
"Lord Qin, nearly half of these medicines are unusable. The rest are of such poor quality that at best they can be made into medicine for preventing the epidemic."
He suspected that these were old stocks from the medicine shop that had been in the warehouse for several years, with almost all the medicinal effects dissipated.
