Imperial Capital Medical University, family quarters.
In the evening, an old man with graying hair and modest clothing pushed open the small courtyard gate.
If Tang Shu were there, she would certainly recognize this as the owner of Herbal Hall, whom she had once met.
"Huairen."
The old man called out into the courtyard.
"Old Xie, what brings you here, what wind blew you this way today?"
Professor Yu, who was busy watering the medicinal herbs in the courtyard, was delighted to see the visitor.
"Naturally, I have a matter to discuss."
As a saintly practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, Master Xie naturally cared most about medicinal materials; his keen eyes caught sight of the two pots of Snow Soul Grass that had appeared in the courtyard.
"I haven't been to your courtyard for a while; why are there additional medicinal herbs?"
