"Early this morning, someone came in a hurry to get medicine!" Xu Bingyan said, puzzled, not understanding why Qin Han was so agitated.
Upon hearing this, Qin Han asked again, "What kind of person was it?"
"It was a middle-aged man!" Seeing the urgency in Qin Han's eyes, Xu Bingyan hurriedly replied.
"A middle-aged man?" Qin Han frowned.
"Yes! A middle-aged man! He looked to be in his forties!" Xu Bingyan said.
Qin Han nodded, then went back to sit down at the triage desk without saying a word.
What shocked him was not the prescription, but the handwriting on the prescription!
Qin Han's mother had left him when he was very young, but after all, Qin Han was already eight years old by then, and he could remember many things.
If he hadn't learned from Jiang Wan that his mother was a doctor, Qin Han wouldn't have been so excited, because he felt the handwriting was very familiar from the start!
