The tea was so astringent compared to the scent of the medicine that it was almost unbearable. He slightly furrowed his brow, set down the tea cup, and stood up, his gaze settling on the cramped and narrow medical hall.
Renxin Medical Hall's medicine shop was small, but thanks to the shade it provided and the large plum tree at its entrance, whose branches and leaves nearly enveloped the entire shop, the interior stayed cool even during summer days.
The young proprietor seemed to be someone who enjoyed life's comforts. There were tea tables, meditation chairs, bamboo couches, and flower vases. Even the medicine cabinets were meticulously cleaned, and right across the wall hung an ink wash painting.
Beneath the painting, scattered haphazardly on the table, was a copy of "Laws of the Liang Dynasty" half-flipped open, its pages rustling in the breeze.
