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The street where Yuelai Inn was located had two Martial Arts Halls, hence it often received disciples from these halls, and brewing medicine was a common occurrence.
Yuelai Inn's backyard had a special shed set aside for brewing medicine.
The waiter at the inn pointed inside the shed and said, "Sir, these medicine pots have all been cleaned, and the firewood is stacked to the side. You can use them directly."
"Okay."
The waiter didn't give up and tried again, "Sir, our cook is an expert at brewing medicine, fast and good. You just need to pay five cents more, and you can comfortably lie in your room for an hour, and we will bring it to you when it's ready. Why don't you give it a try?"
"No need. I'll do it myself," Shen Qing still refused.
Traveling outside, he felt it was better to be cautious.
Linfeng Hall, for so many years, had no reason to tamper with medicine.
But he dared not drink what others brewed carelessly; it was more reassuring to do it himself.
