Pan Ping quickly answered, "Master Tie, this is my nephew. My wife sent him to bring me some medicine."
"Your nephew? How come I never knew you had a nephew this old? And what's with the pen and paper in his hand? What are you all crowding around him for?"
Master Tie was highly suspicious and didn't believe Pan Ping at all. A vicious glint flashed across his brutish face as he strode over. "He's not a reporter, is he?" he snarled.
"Not a reporter, he's definitely not a reporter." Pan Ping shook his head frantically, terrified that Zhao Yuan would get hurt.
Li Qingbo also explained, "Master Tie, you've misunderstood. He's not a reporter. He's writing prescriptions for us."
"Prescriptions?" Master Tie walked up to Li Qingbo with a skeptical look, snatched the paper from his hand, and glanced down. He saw that it was indeed covered in the names of Chinese medicinal herbs, not interview notes, and finally relaxed.
