"Qingcheng with breathtaking beauty, truly lives up to its reputation." Xiao Han exclaimed, then turned to Zhao Liang and said, "Go fetch me some herbs."
Zhao Liang was stunned for a moment, then nodded. He took a paper and pen and handed them to Xiao Han.
Xiao Han quickly wrote down the names and the required amounts of each herb, all very clearly.
Dongfang Qingcheng watched Xiao Han write, and she couldn't help exclaiming, "Such beautiful handwriting."
Xiao Han's handwriting was not sloppy like that of a typical doctor; instead, it was firm and precise, reminiscent of iron hooks and silver strokes, filled with a masculine vigor.
"Just showing off a little." Xiao Han grinned and then handed the prescription to Zhao Liang, laughing as he said, "You'll have to cover the cost of the herbs yourself."
Glancing at the listed herbs, they were all common and not very expensive.
