Shang Pinhao has been out in the world for so long; he is no longer that naive boy. He has seen too much, and now his mind is meticulous, his observations razor-sharp.
"I've always been taking the medicine. Look, this is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. I haven't missed a single dose!"
Shang Yide reached for the medicine next to his desk and handed it to Shang Pinhao, continuing to speak.
"Doctor? Is it still our family doctor, Doctor Song?"
Shang Pinhao furrowed his thick, sword-like brows slightly. He looked at the medicine bottle for a moment before speaking again. The wisdom flashing in the man's gaze became even more apparent.
Although Shang Pinhao wasn't an expert on medicine, Doctor Song had always been the Shang Family's trusted family doctor, serving them since his grandfather's generation. His reputation was stellar and well-known, so if the medicine was prescribed by him, it likely wouldn't have any issues.
