Zhang Xiaomeng listened to the discussions of these people, and looked at that beautiful Doctor Jiang's indifferent gaze, feeling a mix of laughter and tears.
He moved his lips but, in the end, said nothing and ran to the back to queue up for the medicine.
Although he was prepared to spend a hefty sum for the medicine, he had come to get medication, so he still had to follow the rules.
The queue was long, and Zhang Xiaomeng had thought he would have to wait a very long time.
Unexpectedly, the doctor at the front dispensing the medicine was extremely fast, and it took less than twenty minutes before it was Zhang Xiaomeng's turn.
"What herbs do you need? Do you have a prescription?"
A middle-aged doctor looked up and asked Zhang Xiaomeng.
"I don't have a prescription. I'll tell you orally."
"Okay."
The middle-aged doctor picked up a pen, ready to record.
