Qin Zhao nodded: "Okay."
Although Qin Zhao still refused to tell Jing Li what disease he had, he never concealed the prescription from Jing Li.
After all, in the past, people usually bought medicine together in pairs, so it was impossible to hide it.
Now that they have arrived in the county town, Qin Zhao has to spend a lot of energy on flood control every day, so the task of buying medicine naturally falls on Jing Li.
Jing Li had followed Qin Zhao to buy medicine so many times that he already knew by heart which herbs were needed and how much of each was needed.
There were five or six medical clinics in the county town, and countless small herbal medicine shops. Jing Li simply skipped the clinic and went directly to several herbal medicine shops, where he quickly bought all the herbs he needed.
Only the last medicine is missing.
Jing Li walked out of the pharmacy carrying a bunch of medicine, muttering quietly, "There were still some a few days ago... What's wrong with this county? The goods are not as complete as those in town. I've already gone to the third store."
"Young Master, are you looking for Amaranthus?" A voice came from beside Jing Li.
He turned his head and saw an old man dressed in extremely tattered clothes.
He was sitting on the stone steps in front of the drugstore, wrapped in a dark patched gown, carrying an old medicine box on his shoulder. His hair and face were disheveled, but his eyes were the only thing that was bright and compelling.
Jing Li didn't answer for a moment. The old man smiled again and said, "The weather has changed a lot recently. Many people in the city have caught colds. This black amaranth grass is in short supply and has long been sold out. You won't find it in these pharmacies and clinics."
Jing Li frowned: "How do you know what medicine I'm looking for?"
The old man said, "I just noticed you. You went to three of the connected pharmacies here and still couldn't buy any medicine. As far as I know, these pharmacies have a complete range of herbs. Unless you are looking for rare herbs, the only one you can find is the black amaranth, which has recently been sold out."
Jing Li asked again: "Then do you know where I can buy it?"
The old man nodded: "I know."
"Old man, are you talking nonsense again?" The shop assistant came out and said to Jing Li, "Young Master, ignore him. This old man is a lunatic. He keeps saying that he is some rare and miraculous doctor and that he even treated the emperor."
The old man interrupted unhappily: "It's not the current emperor, it's His Majesty the Late Emperor!"
Drugstore clerk: "Get lost! Don't delay my business!"
The old man was chased down the stone steps, but he was not annoyed. He smiled and said to Jing Li, "Young man, if you want black amaranth grass, come with me. I know a medicine shop that still has some left."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away without caring about Jing Li's reaction.
He seemed to have an old injury on his right leg and walked with a limp.
Although the old man looked crazy, Jing Li could sense that he had no ill will towards him. He hesitated for a moment and then followed him.
The old man took him into a small pharmacy deep in a narrow alley.
As soon as I walked through the door, I heard a young boy's voice: "Grandpa Xue, where have you been again? I've been looking for you everywhere!"
A handsome young boy ran out from the inner room. When he saw Jing Li, he was stunned for a moment and asked awkwardly, "Are you...are you buying medicine?"
The boy was about the same age as Jing Li, with delicate features. Jing Li also noticed that he had a small bright red mole at the corner of his eye.
That is Shuang'er's unique symbol.
The old man said, "My dear grandson, this young man wants to buy some black amaranth grass. Go get it for him."
"Ah... okay!" The boy nodded and hurriedly ran to the medicine cabinet to look for it.
This pharmacy is much smaller than those on the street. One wall is lined with medicine cabinets, and the air is filled with the rich aroma of herbs.
There was only a table and a few simple chairs in the lobby.
The old man led Jing Li to sit on a chair.
"My grandson is easily shy, please don't blame me, young master," said the old man.
This was Jing Li's first time seeing the real Shuang'er, so he naturally didn't feel offended. Instead, he thought the boy looked quite cute. He looked away and asked, "Is this... your family's pharmacy?"
"No, it's his."
Jing Li: “?”
"The child's family died early, and he inherited this medicine shop alone. I am just staying here temporarily and teaching him medical skills." The old man said simply.
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