Coming to Fengyun Town again, Shu Jiaying followed the route told by Erlang and came to the most famous pharmacy in the town - Zhenghetang.
Looking at the couplets on the plaques on both sides of the gate: I would rather let the medicine gather dust on the shelf, than have no sick people in the world!
The scene described in the couplet is exactly the same as what is happening in Zhenghe Hall at this moment.
Although dust did not accumulate on the medicine cabinets in Zhenghetang, no one else was seen coming in or out of the huge pharmacy except the cleaning boy.
Carrying a backpack, Shu Jiaying walked up to the boy and greeted him.
"Hello, young man, is your boss here?"
When the waiter heard Shu Jiaying's voice, he stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the girl behind him, who was wearing tattered clothes and a mask on her face. He asked as a matter of course, "Miss, are you here to see Doctor Yao?"
"No, I'm here to see your shopkeeper. I want to talk to him about herbs."
Glancing at the basket Shu Jiaying was carrying, the shop assistant immediately guessed her intention. He politely declined, "Miss, are you trying to sell medicine in our shop? But I think you've come to the wrong place. We never buy bulk goods. Why don't you go ask other shops? They should be able to take it."
Seeing that the young man's attitude was acceptable and he was not the one who could make the decision, Shu Jiaying nodded slightly and left Zhenghetang. When selling medicine, she valued fate.
After crossing two streets, Shu Jiaying arrived at another pharmacy in Fengyun Town - Wan'antang at the intersection of the downtown area.
Shu Jiaying had heard of the name "Wan'antang" a long time ago. What impressed her most about this store was the legendary famous female doctor. The medicine prescribed by this "female doctor" almost killed Erlang's daughter Xiaohua.
So this time, Shu Jiaying had to find out who this "female doctor" was.
After adjusting the backpack on her back, Shu Jiaying was about to step into the gate of Wan'antang, but unexpectedly a middle-aged man with a pointed chin and a pair of triangular eyes stopped her.
The middle-aged man's tone was very rude.
"Go, go, go... Where did you come from, beggar? We in Wan'an Hall don't accept people with disheveled clothes. Besides, you're wearing such a dirty mask. I think you're too ugly to be seen in public, right?
You stinky beggar, I warn you to leave quickly, or I will beat you up if you scare away the patients of our Wan'an Hall!"
Faced with this condescending middle-aged man, Shu Jiaying angrily shook off the hand that was pulling her sleeve.
She straightened her chest and said calmly, "It's said that doctors are like parents. I came here because of the famous Wan'antang before, but I didn't expect that seeing it in person is not as good as hearing about it.
Wan'antang - Humph... A small waiter dares to judge people by their appearance and treat customers so rudely. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. I think the doctor inside is just a figurehead.
This disease...I won't see the doctor anymore, otherwise I will be misled by the quack doctor and suffer the humiliation at his door."
He deliberately spoke in a clear and loud voice, and the people who were waiting in line for medical treatment turned their eyes to Shu Jiaying, and then they looked at the middle-aged man.
The girl was right. The clerk in the drugstore was too contemptuous. The patient came to seek medical treatment, but he bullied her just because she was dressed poorly. Does that mean poor people are not qualified to see a doctor when they are sick?
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