"He left. I already told him my job doesn't allow him to come, but he insisted anyway," Shen Qi said, fiddling with the medicine bags without even looking up.
An Ran saw several packets of Chinese medicine on the table, and among them there was actually one with An Youcai's name on it.
She picked up the prescription on top. There was no way she could understand it, so she held it up in front of Shen Qi. "What illness is this prescription for?"
Shen Qi glanced at the prescription in her hand and laughed. "My dear big sis, you really think too highly of me. I've only been working here for two weekends. Even if you made me work here for two years, I still wouldn't be able to read this prescription, okay? TCM is broad and profound. Even if two prescriptions look similar, as long as one or two herbs in them are different, the treatment effect is different too."
