The pharmacist looked at the dozens of dicinal herbs on the counter and hesitated for a while, but still couldn’t help asking:
"Um, pardon my curiosity, but what illness is this prescription ant to treat?"
"It’s for strengthening the body," Feng Liyan said casually, with a sowhat perfunctory tone.
The pharmacist also noticed this and didn’t ask further.
After all the herbs were packed up, Feng Liyan directly said to the man in white, "Pay up."
"?" The man in white pointed at himself, sowhat taken aback.
"Or did you think it was ?"
"But wasn’t this bought for your cousin, why am I paying?"
The man in white wasn’t being stingy, and he could easily go to Jun Moyan for reimbursent after paying. It’s just that Feng Liyan ordering him to pay with such a matter-of-fact attitude felt a bit odd to him.
"I don’t have any money," Feng Liyan said lightly.
As if he really didn’t feel ashad about having an empty pocket.
This was definitely the most nonchalant delivery of the most embarrassing confession the man in white had ever heard.
"..."
"You two, there’s no need for paynt, I’ll just let Young Master Gu know later," the pharmacist said with a smile.
"That’s not right, you can’t run a business without charging. How much is it altogether? Just calculate it," the man in white said to the clerk and then took out his phone.
The clerk looked towards the old pharmacist for his opinion.
"Really, there’s no need, you two. You’re friends of Young Master Gu, charging would be disrespectful. Since you’re not in a rush, why don’t you join in the inner room for a cup of tea?" the old pharmacist smiled and refused again, even inviting them for tea.
Feng Liyan picked up the large bag of herbs from the counter and stuffed it into the man in white’s arms.
"Your hospitality is hard to refuse, so we’ll accept these herbs, but we’ll skip the tea."
With that, Feng Liyan grabbed the man in white’s arm and led him out.
"Hey, we haven’t paid yet."
"He said it’s not necessary, do you have too much money?" Feng Liyan was slightly exasperated.
This clueless guy...
Soone like him would definitely be easily conned out of all his clothes on an adventure.
"You took so many precious herbs from him, they must be worth tens of thousands, and yet you still feel okay accepting them."
"What’s there to feel bad about? It’s just so herbs."
Feng Liyan was indifferent, considering his possession of Spiritual dicine priceless in the market.
"Take care, both of you." The old pharmacist’s voice bid them farewell from behind.
The man in white looked at the large bag of herbs in his arms, feeling his face grow warm.
——
"Feng Liyan went to get dicine for you, are you feeling unwell?" Jun Moyan looked at Wen Xiao’ai, who was seriously writing his na, with concern in his eyes.
The man in white only said it’s for strengthening the body.
But Xiaoguai is clearly healthy.
"No, I’ve been taking this dicine for five hundred years. Feng Liyan said it’s tonic dicine that can help with my cultivation, and also I’ve been having strange dreams lately. Feng Liyan said it’s because I haven’t taken the dicine for months, so I’ve been haunted by nightmares," Wen Xiao’ai explained.
Jun Moyan nodded slightly, feeling relieved.
"Do you still dream of that man often?"
Wen Xiao’ai nodded, "Mm, but he died in the past two days."
"He died?" Jun Moyan didn’t quite understand.
"I an in the dream. I’ve been dreaming of that man’s death these days, with blood everywhere," Wen Xiao’ai said, frowning, with a sowhat sad expression.
"Before, when I got dicine from the drunkard for you, you refused to take it." Jun Moyan raised his hand to gently rub the back of her head, in his voice there was no bla, only concern.
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