"Little brother, what's your name?"
Ryker Young came over, his expression somewhat courteous.
In his opinion, this young man must have been taught by an expert, which is why he has such extraordinary insight and that astonishing prescription.
"Surname Thompson, name Charlie!" I said flatly.
"Surname Thompson!" Ryker Young frowned, as he had never heard of any noble houses of traditional Chinese medicine with that surname.
"Divine Doctor Young, those few Blood Hemp Grass..." I said.
"No need! No need! Take them!" Ryker Young quickly replied, his old face somewhat flushed.
It was all because of those few Blood Hemp Grass that he made such a big blunder, losing face entirely.
I went straight to buy those few Blood Hemp Grass and then left the herb market.
I got on a small van heading west toward the state capital.
Once out of the city, after another half-hour drive, I could see an expanse of rolling mountains ahead where Ironwood Village was nestled within.
