Hanging Pot Medical Hall, Yang Wanli sat in front of the table in the Inner Hall, his brows furrowed with worry.
Yang Tianzhen came over with a pot of tea, "Grandpa, you've been sitting here for half a day, have some tea."
Yang Wanli sighed, "The debts of the medical hall are getting more severe. Given the current situation, if no turnaround comes, in another month, we will be forced to shut down."
Yang Tianzhen looked at Yang Wanli sympathetically, "Grandpa, don't be too anxious. Let's think it over again, we might find a way to alleviate the problem."
Yang Wanli shook his head, "Relief is not easy in such matters. I've asked all my friends, but once they learned of the heavy debts I'm carrying, they treated me as if I were a plague."
Yang Tianzhen furrowed her brows, "What if we could get the agency rights for the Youth-Preserving Pill?"
