Yun Qiao found that he could no longer communicate with Zheng Wenjing.
She looked around and finally decided to change the subject: "It's time to go, Sister Wei Xing and the others are out. Let's not talk about this anymore and go to the pharmacy."
Zheng Wenjing saw through Yun Qiao's thoughts immediately: "You are running away!"
"Yes, yes, I'm running away. Please keep it a secret for me." Yun Qiao was really scared of her.
"Yes, but you have to tell me the truth later." Zheng Wenjing said, "I regard you as my best friend. Tell me everything, and you are not allowed to hide anything from me."
"僢." Yun Qiao agreed without any hesitation.
She felt that she was open and honest and had nothing to hide.
Of course, at this point, she still didn't know what would happen in the future, otherwise she would never have said such a thing with such confidence. But that's another story.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Xing and others came over to wash their hands.
She shook the water off her hands, wiped them on her lower back, and said with a smile, "What are you two talking about? You look so happy?"
"We didn't talk about anything, just about buying medicinal herbs."
Yun Qiao was afraid that Zheng Wenjing would bring up something else, so he quickly said, "It's getting late. Let's go to the pharmacy quickly so they don't get off work later."
Arriving at the pharmacy, Yun Qiao handed the prescription with the weight of the herbs written on it to the man who was dispensing the medicine through the small window of the pharmacy: "Zhi, please get me the medicine."
"Hey."
The person in charge of dispensing the medicine was a young man in his thirties. He took the prescription, looked down at the familiar herbs and dosages, and frowned: "Didn't you just get this prescription a few days ago? What's it for?"
All medicines are poisonous.
He was a serious and responsible person, and was afraid that someone might get into trouble if they ordered too much medicine, so he asked a few more questions.
"Yes, we just did one a few days ago. The person who got the medicine was our company's communications officer." Yun Qiao patiently explained, "This is a recipe for frostbite cream. It's quite effective. Another educated youth in our company tried it and wanted it too, so we came to get some more today."
"That's how it is."
The man quickly grabbed the items Yun Qiao had ordered and placed them in front of her. "Here they are, a total of four dollars and eighty cents."
Yun Qiao took a look and after confirming that it was correct, he prepared to pay the money first.
Wei Xing immediately held her hand, then took out some money from the inner pocket of her cotton-padded jacket and handed it to her through the small window: "Here, it's four yuan and eighty cents in total. Count it."
After she finished speaking, she smiled at Yun Qiao and explained, "Yun Qiao, you don't need to advance the money this time. Feng Xia and the others gave me the money yesterday and asked me to keep it."
Yun Qiao said "hmm".
The man in the drugstore counted the money and nodded, "Yes, it's four dollars and eighty cents."
Yun Qiao did not take the medicine immediately, but asked: "Qianzhi, can our pharmacy help grind it into powder?" It is very troublesome to always borrow a millstone to grind the powder.
"Yes." The man glanced at the round clock on the wall and said, "It's just that we're almost off work this morning. If you get the shot now, it might be too late. How about you leave the medicine here and come back this afternoon to get it?"
Yun Qiao was thinking the same thing and nodded immediately: "Okay, okay. What time do you start work this afternoon?"
The man thought for a moment and said, "Work starts at 1:30. You can come back at 3 to get it. This way you won't have to wait if you come too early."
"Hmm."
The man then asked, "Do you want coarse or fine flour? Do you separate them? Or do you mix them all together?"
"To separate them, grind the red ginseng and camphor and dragon's blood into fine powder and put each one separately. Grind the rest into coarse powder and mix them together." Yun Qiao said quickly, "Thank you for your help."
"No trouble." The man wrote Yun Qiao's request on a piece of paper and nodded to Yun Qiao: "I'll remember it. Don't forget to pick it up this afternoon."
Yun Qiao promised him, "Don't worry, Zhi, we won't forget. We'll be here at three o'clock sharp."
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