She mentioned a few symptoms of the common cold offhand, and the short-bearded old man picked up a pen to write a prescription and tossed it in front of Qi Yue.
"Go and get the medicine! If it doesn't work, come back in three days!"
Qi Yue glanced at the prescription on the paper and really wanted to strike down this harmful quack doctor on the spot.
For a simple common cold, what on earth did he prescribe?
Zhi Shi and Ma Huang, and in such large amounts?
Was he trying to kill someone or cure them?
Also, why didn't the old man use the finished medicines from the Shen Family's pharmacy?
Thinking this, she pushed the prescription back, and patiently said, "Doctor, just give me some of the Shen Family's cold remedy powder."
Upon hearing this, the short-bearded old man opened his eyes wide in surprise.
"What Shen Family's cold remedy powder? We don't have that here. I ask you, are you buying medicine or not?"
"If there's no Shen Family cold remedy powder, then I am not buying."