The medicine was the real deal.
If the man buying the medicine hadn't seen Su Qing's fluid, graceful process of gathering the herbs, he would have sworn Su Qing was being careless with his prescription.
But it couldn't be helped.
Su Qing's herb-gathering process was just too silky smooth.
"Physician, how should I address you?"
"Just call me Doctor Su."
Su Qing said with a smile, then sat back down in his wicker chair.
"Alright, Doctor Su, I'll be coming to you from now on when I need a doctor," the man said with a laugh.
He gave a wave and left Su Qing's clinic.
To be honest, the hemostatic medicine here was really effective, and most importantly, it was cheaper than the pharmacies in the city.
Effective and cheap—that was all that mattered.
As for the mother and son who had come for treatment earlier, Su Qing hadn't mentioned the price at all.
In reality, Su Qing just charged the normal price for common folk.
He didn't need to make a profit.
He just needed a cover.
