"Hello, Mr. Ling."
Zhao Pu greeted Ling Feng.
"Hello, both of you, please come in and have a seat!"
Ling Feng smiled and led the three of them into the room.
The older one was named Zhao Yunwei, a cousin of Zhao Yunxiang, and Zhao Pu was his son.
After understanding the relationship between the three, Ling Feng smiled and said, "No wonder Mr. Zhao was so anxious to see the effect of the ointment; it turns out it's for a family member!"
"This ingredient is there, but what I care about more is that it can bring good news to more patients. Mr. Ling, where is your ointment?" Zhao Yunxiang asked.
"It's right here."
Ling Feng took out the remaining ointment he had prepared and handed it over to him.
Zhao Yunxiang held it in his hand and was taken aback when he saw the white ointment inside!
Then, he curiously asked, "Mr. Ling, all the medicinal herbs I gave you were dried, how did you extract them into an ointment?"
