Zhou Jiren took the opportunity of looking for medicine to ask a few more questions, but then had no excuse to continue. Although he and Beisitian had gotten closer after several chats before the New Year, they still lacked a foundation, so it was difficult for her to trust him.
"Is your father in a serious condition?" Zhou Jiren took several types of medicine, then asked another question.
"It's not too serious, but I still hope to use good medicine." Beisitian took a few types of medicine from his hand, all for relaxing muscles and improving circulation.
Zhou Jiren was relieved when he heard this and picked out a box of Great Circulation Pills, saying, "Then take this one."
Beisitian nodded, "How much is it?"
"One yuan and fifty cents per box."
Ma Xiaoling paused in her writing, looked up at Zhou Jiren. The Great Circulation Pills cost three yuan and twenty cents per box!
