The sixth day of the Lunar New Year.
The sky was gloomy.
From the time when dawn was breaking, small snowflakes had begun to flutter down. By a little past eight in the morning, large snowflakes were falling everywhere, spinning as they landed on the streets and laying a thin blanket of white on the ground.
The old snow had not melted, and new snow was accumulating.
A white Audi pulled up at the entrance of the large pharmacy. As soon as the car came to a stop, the door was pushed open, and Qin Guanglin hurried in with a black bag in his hand.
"Hello, I would like to ask for your help in identifying what this medication is for?"
The pharmacist looked up and glanced at the young man standing in front of them with a weary expression. They didn't look at the drugs set on the counter but instead lowered their head again and said, "Isn't it your medication?"
"It's not."
