With each stroke and character, resolution and professionalism were vividly portrayed, and soon a prescription leaped onto the paper and was handed over to Li Huaixin.
Li Huaixin unfolded the prescription, his eyebrows unconsciously furrowing as his gaze wandered among those familiar yet unfamiliar combinations of herbs, internally marveling at the ingenuity.
Although the handwriting was somewhat coarse, it couldn't conceal the uniqueness and brilliance it held.
Though puzzled, he knew well of Su Yu's advanced medical skills, especially proven by the curing of the Young Master Tutor's wife, so he decided not to question further but silently memorized each herb listed on the prescription.
Time slowly flowed by in the quiet hall, the air seeming to be permeated with an atmosphere of waiting, solemn and expectant.
At this moment, however, Song Xiaoniang felt as if the various discomforts that had been tormenting her were quietly dissipating along with the changing atmosphere.