"Senior Brother, you know I don't really practice martial arts... You're buying medicine like this... I'm afraid I can't take it," Luo Ya whispered like a mosquito.
It was a pity that she spoke so softly that even Qin Huai, who was close to her, couldn't hear him clearly.
"Young Master, we have a doctor here who has been praised by the county governor. He can help you solve your problems," the shopkeeper spoke tactfully.
"No need. Just do as I say." Qin Huai waved his hand. He naturally wouldn't explain this to the middle-aged man.
Seeing that Qin Huai was unyielding, the shopkeeper could not say anything more. He obediently let them get the medicine.
Qin Huai looked at the large bags of medicinal herbs and nodded in satisfaction. He was very satisfied with this medicine shop, so he asked again, "Do you have a nine-petal snow lotus?"