Ling Feng found himself speechless, not expecting the old man to be so persistent.
After thinking for a moment, he said helplessly, "About that, I'm afraid I don't have the time. If you can find it, sir, I wouldn't mind giving you the remaining ointment!"
"Great, that's fantastic!"
The old man skillfully packed up various herbs and then handed them to Ling Feng: "Let's exchange contact information then, shall I look you up later?"
"Sure, either today or tomorrow, after that I might be leaving Capital City!" Ling Feng said.
"No problem!"
The old man asked for Ling Feng's number and then took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him: "This is my contact information."
Ling Feng didn't look closely at it, nodded, and put it in his pocket: "Well then, we'll take our leave now!"
"Let me walk you out."
The old man was very enthusiastic and watched Ling Feng and Duan Feihong get into the car before he turned around and went back to the pharmacy.
