Rainwater fell along the black tiles, and the low murmur of doctors and patients conversing echoed from a corner of the medical hall.
In brown attire with brocade edges, the middle-aged shopkeeper stepped onto a stool and personally used a steelyard to weigh the medicine. After portioning it out, he wrapped it in paper and tied it with a slender string.
"Ninth Master, here is your medicine."
"Thank you, Shopkeeper Chen."
"I should be the one thanking you. With the new branch opening, I couldn't have done it without Lord Yang's help, and upon going to Yixing Town, I'll be relying even more on Lord Liang's patronage. From now on, just send someone to notify me when you need medicine, and I will prepare it and have it delivered to your mansion."
"You're too polite, Shopkeeper Chen. The old shopkeeper has been of great help to me, I should return the favor. If there is anything in town, just come to me."
Liang Qu bowed his hands in greeting.
