"Fine, fine, miss, please come this way. The brush and ink have already been prepared."
Old Master Zhong complied repeatedly, even though he didn't quite understand Lin Caisang's words, he still turned to look at Zhong You.
"You'er, you've worked hard looking after your grandfather in these past few days. You may go back and rest now, and I'll come to see you once I get a spare moment."
"Yes, father, I shall retreat."
Zhong You could only respond in compliance, glanced at Lin Caisang, then left.
Lin Caisang came to the outer hall and saw that the ink and paper had already been placed on the table. She began to write the prescription, pondering over it for some time before she finally handed a matured prescription to Old Master Zhong.