Song Zhiwei raised her head and looked at the tattered signboard that looked like it might be knocked down at any time. She felt terrified in her heart. How could such an unreliable medical clinic have the herbs she wanted?

She was deeply skeptical.

Brother Long coughed twice, pushed open the door of the medical center and walked in first.

Song Zhiwei looked at the messy mess inside the door, which looked like a utility room. An unreliable smell hit her face along ...