Song Yan patted his shoulder and said earnestly, "Anyway, in this Chu Imperial City, my medical skills are definitely not the worst."
This time, he wasn't lying.
Before entering this profession, he had looked into it.
Now, with his so-called "quack" level, he could still rank mid-level in the Chu Imperial City.
His medicines neither caused deaths nor delayed or worsened ailments, and they never drove anyone to bankruptcy.
Hearing the shopkeeper speak this way, what else could Pan Yu say? He just kept sighing.
It wasn't until Song Yan assured him, "No matter how the clinic's business is, you'll get your due money," that Pan Yu thanked him profusely. But upon leaving, he was still sighing continuously.
He needed to provide for his family and wanted a stable job.
Looking at the current situation, he honestly didn't know how much longer Changchun Hall could remain open.
Seeing that it was already late, Song Yan prepared to close up.
