At first, Zheng Weijun had to practically beg for favors. Now, it was others begging for his favor.
As such, he was feeling very pleased with himself.
Three patients showed up at the clinic in the morning. All of them had a common cold. They showed no signs that were out of the ordinary.
When he had the time to spare, Wang Yao went worked on polishing the prescription he had created the previous night, making appropriate adjustments and amendments. The day was over before he knew it.
He began to make the medicine that night on the southern mountain.
Polygonum Vine, Irony Plum Blossom, Changyang...
Most of the herbs used within were precious magic herbs.
The light in the mountain was only extinguished at midnight.
He did not receive any patients the next morning. Instead, he had Zhong Liuchuan, Jia Zizai, and Hu Mei come to his clinic.
"Is anything the matter, Master?"
