"I wonder if you could tell me the origin of this medicine?" the old doctor asked impatiently the moment he stepped outside.
"...The Medical Pavilion." Since Guo Yurong had implicated them time and again, borrowing her name would even the score a bit.
The old doctor immediately looked at Gu Wenheng with envy. "You have ties with the Medical Pavilion, sir? I wonder if you have any more of this medicine on hand?
"I won't take it for nothing. I will pay to buy it," he quickly added, afraid Gu Wenheng might misunderstand.
Gu Wenheng shook his head. "This item is rare. I only obtained a little bit by chance, and I just gave it all to that boy."
"What a tragic waste of God's gifts!" The old doctor immediately beat his chest in frustration. "If this medicine came from the Medical Pavilion, even half the dose would easily resolve such a minor ailment."
Gu Wenheng stared at him. "...Is there anything else?"
