Military Camp, Pharmacy.
"There's no more medicine left?"
Chen Sansi, who had come to purchase supplemental medicine, was informed that the warehouse was empty, with only Blood Replenishing Soup available, not Replenishing Essence Soup.
"On the third of each month, it is the scheduled time for the Martial Arts Hall to send money, grain, and medicine materials."
Medical Officer Jiang fanned the flames with a cattail leaf fan, speaking unhurriedly, "They are already several days late, and there's still no sign of them. I knew it, how could they be willing to keep sending things? Just this month, they must have lost hundreds of thousands of silver taels."
"Give me a bowl of Blood Replenishing Soup first."
Chen Sansi said.
He could roughly guess what was happening.
Xiang Tingchun's act of getting something for nothing was almost at its end.
