"Is that Baozhilin up ahead? Pull over the car."
Upon hearing Song Lu's words, Li Chuan didn't respond immediately. Instead, he looked towards a Chinese medicine shop by the roadside.
"Baozhilin? Mr. Li, don't we have our own clinic? Why go to someone else's pharmacy?"
Han Chen was puzzled.
"You forgot, all the herbs in my clinic have been sold out," Li Chuan laughed.
There was no choice; both he and Li Yong were opening a clinic for the first time and lacked experience.
Han Chen and Song Lu suddenly understood, but they still didn't quite grasp why Li Chuan wanted to buy herbs here.
Upon entering Baozhilin, Li Chuan directly picked up pen and paper, wrote a prescription, and asked the shopkeeper to prepare the herbs according to the formula.
While waiting, Li Chuan smiled and said, "Elder Song was right. Our power is indeed very weak now, hardly a match against those major forces in the provincial capital."
