The old man tilted his head and thought, "It seems I have some here?"
He Mingrun: "...Brother, are you sure there's no problem here?"
He Mingrun pointed to his head again.
Why did this strange old man know Jiang Nuan? No, why did Jiang Nuan know such a strange person?
The old man said seriously, "Research has proven that when people are anxious, they become stupider than usual."
He Mingrun was speechless, asking the heavens. Could this be the temper of a master?
"If you have it, give it to me."
"Alright! Here you go, two hundred thousand."
He Mingrun: "As long as it's useful, money is not an issue."
The old man chuckled, "As long as there's money, medicine is not an issue."
He Mingrun's eyes flickered. For the first time since entering the door, he exuded the sharp gaze of a businessman.
The old man had dug a pit for him here.
The old man turned to get the medicine, and after looking for a while, he was troubled. He really didn't have this particular herb.
The old man wrote three words on a piece of paper by himself.
He beckoned to He Mingrun and said, "Young man, write these three words on this paper."
He Mingrun looked at the strange old man in confusion, wondering what he was up to now.
"Hurry up and write! I don't have this medicine, you'll have to get it from another place. If it's my handwriting, she definitely won't sell it to you."
He Mingrun gave him a deep look. This was all a setup, wasn't it?
"Old man, don't lie to me," he said, picking up the pen and writing down the three words.
He wrote them down, but as for what the characters were, he was sorry, he didn't know.
The old man said, "This is Ze Xie Zi. If that old woman asks you who gave you the prescription, just say you don't know, that you're just helping someone buy medicine."
He Mingrun nodded and walked towards the alley the old man had mentioned.
The pharmacies were all on this street, yet he was looking for two unremarkable ones.
As it happened, he and his assistant searched for half an hour before finding the pharmacy the old man had mentioned.
It was very ordinary, so ordinary that people wouldn't even know it was a pharmacy.
An inconspicuous red gate, with a mirror hanging on it with red cloth, and the medicine cabinets inside were dark and dingy.
This time, He Mingrun had learned to be clever. As soon as he entered, he said, "Sister, I'm here to buy medicine."
The old woman standing behind the counter, wearing a blue ethnic skirt and a silver forehead band, was a charming old woman.
Upon hearing "Sister," the old woman squinted at He Mingrun and said, "Young man, your eyes are blind at such a young age. I could be your grandmother."
He Mingrun: "..." I'm sorry, he really didn't know how to interact with people.
"Grandma, I want to buy this medicine."
He Mingrun handed over the slip.
When the old woman saw it, she asked meaningfully, "Who gave you this prescription?"
He Mingrun: "I was just passing by and helping someone buy medicine."
As expected, the old man's guess was quite accurate.
"Hmph! Why is only this herb missing?" The old woman glanced at He Mingrun, her expression displeased.
"Has that Jiang girl returned?"
He Mingrun lowered his head slightly, unsure if it was the same Jiang girl.
"Hmph! Are you mute? Only that girl knows how to use this herb."
The old woman didn't say anything else. She turned and went to the medicine cabinet, casually grabbed a few herbs, put them in a plastic bag, and handed them to He Mingrun.
"One hundred thousand, no need to thank me!"
He Mingrun promptly paid the money and walked out with the medicine. After crossing a street, he was stopped by another old man.
He Mingrun stopped. The old man pointed at the medicine in his hand, "Young man, do you still want this medicine? I have some here. For your amount, I'll give it to you cheaper, five hundred thousand."