At Chen's Pharmacy, there was only a middle-aged man in his forties purchasing medicinal herbs. He was responsible for weighing, calculating, and paying out money.
His movements were languid, and Lin Fei had been in line for over ten minutes before the man finished buying herbs from the two customers ahead.
Just at this moment, a man with a weather-beaten face and bulging muscles, stout and sturdy, barged to the front of the line carrying a large sack.
The middle-aged man buying herbs at Chen's Pharmacy saw the stocky fellow and his indifferent expression immediately turned enthusiastic, as he greeted, "Yo, Brother Ma, you've come! Quick, quick, show me what good stuff you've got—I'll take it all!"
"Haha, Old Wu, all my herbs are top-notch..."
Brother Ma chuckled.
Nobody dared to object to Brother Ma cutting in line.
However, Lin Fei couldn't stand it and spoke up, "Hey, we're all in line here, how can you cut in line? Get behind me!"
